Page 34 of My Omega's Baby
I waved my arms agitatedly. “Jesus, Wyatt. Don’t you think if our buddies were popping out babies we’d have heard about it?”
He winced. “My mom said it’s only the solar eclipse omegas who can do that.” He cleared his throat. “And you lied to my mom.”
“What?”
“That first day you met her, she asked you if you had a birthmark on your hip and you lied and said no. I saw your birthmark clear as day last night.”
My stomach clenched with nerves. “Lots of people have birthmarks.”
He narrowed his gaze. “But she knew you’d have one on your hip, Blade. She knew the minute she saw you.”
My legs felt weak, and I put my hand on the counter to steady myself. “So now you believe her story?”
“My brain says no way.” He scanned my lean frame. “But a lot of what my mom said adds up.”
I pressed my palm to my stomach. “You’re both nuts.”
He shrugged. “I think I have an idea how to clear this up once and for all.”
“Please enlighten me.”
“You can take a pregnancy test.” He lifted his chin, and his gaze was obstinate.
“What?” I screeched.
“I don’t love you calling my mom a liar over and over again.”
“Then let’s stop talking about this and I won’t have to,” I snapped.
He ignored me. “But I also find it hard to believe I might have knocked up another guy.” He leaned toward me. “Take a test and we can put a nail in it.”
“You seriously want me to pee on a fucking stick?”
“Yep.”
I shook my head. “This is unbelievable.” I held his stubborn gaze, and I threw my hands up. “Fine. Fuck it. I’ll pee on a goddamned stick if it will shut you the hell up.”
“Trust me, I hope my mom is wrong,” he growled. “The very idea of being tied to your ass for life is a little beyond my ability to stay sane.”
“Ditto. I’d rather be knocked up by an alien from another planet.” I gave him an irritable glare. “Go change. We’re going to the storenow. Then when you see you and your mom are nuts for even considering I’m pregnant, we can go back to just hating each other the regular way.”
“Deal,” he growled, and he headed off to change.
Chapter Ten
Wyatt
“Get the multipack.” I pointed to the larger bundle on the shelf.
He scowled. “Why?”
“Because we need to be sure.” I grabbed the bulk package of pregnancy tests since he was stalling, and I tossed it in the cart. “This is too weird to have to even contemplate, and I don’t want any doubts left.”
He looked around self-consciously. “I already have no doubts that you and your mom are insane,” he mumbled.
“Speak up. I wouldn’t want to miss one grumpy word.”
He sighed loudly, and we headed toward the check stand. I insisted on paying, and he didn’t argue. I guess the last thing he wanted was to put pregnancy tests down on his expense account.
