Page 83 of My Omega's Baby
“Liam?” He looked annoyed when I shook my head. “James, Alexander, Pinocchio?”
I rolled my eyes. “Your mother likes the name Peter.”
He squinted. “You’re using my own mom against me?”
I shrugged. “It’s been a week. The poor kid needs a name. We can’t just keep calling him baby.”
“I’m well aware of that. We need to put a name on the birth certificate soon.” He sighed. “You really want Peter?”
“Pretty sure me and the baby wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Dr. Peters.”
Wyatt stilled and sat on the sofa next to me. “Don’t say shit like that.”
I twisted my lips and didn’t say anything.
He leaned toward me. “Do you hear me? Don’t say things like that. I don’t want to think about how close it was.”
“We’re fine.” I sighed. “Don’t get all stressed-out.”
He touched the baby’s cheek. “Hey, baby, do you want to be called Peter?”
I laughed. “Wouldn’t it be funny if he said yes?”
His lips twitched. “It would be terrifying.”
I pressed my lips to the baby’s smooth forehead, inhaling his clean scent. “He always smells like oatmeal cookies to me.”
Wyatt snorted. “That’s because I’m the one who’s mostly been changing his poopie diapers.”
“Yeah. True.” I met Wyatt’s affectionate gaze. “You’ve been great. You’re so good with the baby.”
“It’s my turn to pick up the slack. You carried him in your body for three months, the least I can do is change some stinky diapers.”
“If you think I’m going to fight you for the privilege, think again.”
Wyatt stood. “Okay, I guess Peter works.”
“Seriously?” I widened my eyes. “You agree to Peter?”
“Yeah. You convinced me.”
“Hey, Peter. Do you like your name?” I cooed to the baby.
Wyatt glanced around the living room. “We have to pack up and head home tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “It’s been nice hiding away from the world up here in the mountains.”
“Thank goodness for Skype or my mom might have had a nervous breakdown not getting to see the baby.” He moved into the kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of formula from the fridge, then set it in the bottle warmer. “I promised her we’d stop at her house on the way home.”
I smiled. “I figured.”
“You did?”
“It’s her only grandchild. I’m surprised she didn’t show up here in a taxi already.”
He chuckled. “She threatened that many times and I talked her out of it.”
“Good.” I met his gaze across the room. “It was nice just the three of us.”
