Page 51 of My Omega's Baby
“True.”
I shifted to face him. “What is it you truly want? When you say I’m your omega, what do you think that means?”
He paused, and I became aware that we were on the cusp of something. This was the first time I’d asked him exactly what he wanted from me, and it made things intimate and more meaningful than maybe I’d even expected.
“I want to take care of you.”
“Because of the baby.”
He wrinkled his brow as if confused. “It started because of the baby.” He flicked his confused gaze to mine. “What about you?”
I sucked in a steadying breath and decided to be honest. “I don’t know what I want. My emotions are all over the place. One minute I think I want to raise this baby with you. Sometimes I love the idea of someone caring for me and giving a shit if I live or die. But then other times the concept of that makes me scared and suffocated.”
His eyes glittered as he listened, but he didn’t try and interrupt me.
I licked my lips. “I liked it when you took me that night. It felt right.” I pressed my clenched fist to my chest. “But it also made me feel terrified that I’d lose myself if I gave you too much. Because you’re an alpha and you can’t help but take and take.”
His lips parted as if surprised by my candor. “Okay,” he said softly. “So where does that leave us?”
I swallowed against my fear. “I have no idea. I don’t want you to go, but I’m terrified of you staying.”
He hung his head as if considering my words. When he looked up, his expression was gentle. “I’m not going anywhere. You need me right now, even if it scares you.”
I nodded almost unwillingly. “Yeah, I think I do.”
He sighed and he held his hand out to me. I hesitated, but then I took it. “We have two and a half months for you to figure out what you want. But at the end of that time, I’ll need some sort of decision, Blade.”
The feel of his fingers wrapped around mine soothed me. It was an inexplicable calm that seeped into my pores. “Yes. By then I should know what’s in my heart.”
“Okay.” He let go of my hand, and he went back inside.
****
Darcy studied me with his hands clasped on the desk. “What’s up with you lately?”
“Nothing.” I held his gaze, hoping I didn’t look nervous.
“You sure about that?”
I scowled. “Yes. Why?”
He waved his hand at me. “The last month and a half you just seem… blah.”
“Blah?” I frowned. He was lucky I hadn’t puked on his shoes, the ungrateful bastard. I’d busted my ass to make sure my job performance was spot-on the last month. I was determined to not let my work lapse because of the pregnancy. I wasn’t late ever, I worked overtime without complaint, and still he had a problem?
“Yeah. You used to have a spark and an enthusiasm for the job. Now you seem all mopey.”
My face warmed. “I’m not even close to mopey. What are you talking about?”
He sighed. “Never mind.” He held up a paper. “The merge is finally official.”
To be honest, I’d forgotten about it because he’d never mentioned it again. That and I seemed to forget shit a lot lately. “Oh, great.”
“You’ll be seeing more of your buddy Wyatt.” He smirked. “I was pleasantly surprised you two didn’t kill each other when you were on his detail.”
I shrugged, praying my face wasn’t flushed. “He’s not so bad.”
He bugged his eyes. “Excuse me? You gave me crap for putting you on that detail.”
