Page 33 of Mistletoe Omega
I flicked my gaze to his. “You sure you’re cool with what we did?”
He snorted and stood, moving to me. He somehow managed to squeeze between the table, and onto my lap. He wound his arms around my neck. “You said some stuff last night. Do you still mean that?” His tone was light, but I sensed an undercurrent of concern.
“You mean about… you being… mine?” I felt a little stupid saying that, now that I wasn’t emboldened by alcohol.
“Yeah.” He sounded breathless.
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, and I pulled him in for a kiss. He groaned against my mouth, and our tongues wrestled for a few moments. When the kiss ended, I said, “I still have reservations about our age difference. But I want you to be mine.”
“I want that too.” He sighed. “I’ve… I’ve definitely fallen for you.”
I slid my arms around his narrow waist. “This almost feels too good to be true.”
He nodded, and his gaze darkened. “I agree.” He kissed me, and then he stood, moving back to the stove. He seemed uneasy all at once, and he avoided my gaze. His earlier cheerfulness was nowhere to be seen.
I studied him as he shifted around the kitchen, a tiny seed of apprehension growing. His shoulders seemed stiff and his body language definitely radiated nervousness. “Is everything okay?”
Giving a nervous laugh, he faced me. “That probably depends on you.”
“What?” I scrunched my face in confusion.
He sighed. “Last night was the best night of my life.”
“Okay.” I frowned. “Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?”
Wincing, his hand dropped to his stomach, like I’d seen him do countless times over the past weeks. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I probably should have told you when we first met, but I think I was partly in denial.”
My pulse spiked uneasily. “Told me what?”
He lifted his chin. “It shouldn’t matter. Not if the things you said to me last night are true.”
I knitted my brow. “Sam, you’re speaking in riddles.”
“I know. That’s because I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
He bit his lip. “Of losing what I’ve just found. Of… of losing you.”
I stood, scraping back my chair. I went to him, and I touched his cheek. “Don’t be afraid. Sam, I love you. I hope you realize that’s what I mean when I say I want you. I’m not simply being territorial. I love you, and I want you as my omega.”
His eyes shimmered with hard to discern emotions. “Me too. I love you too.”
“Then why do you look so upset?”
He exhaled and pushed away from me. “I could have lied. I hope you realize I probably could have tricked you and had you thinking this child was yours.” He swallowed hard. “If I was that kind of person, I probably could have fooled you. But I would never do that because I respect you too much.”
I was confused, but the mention of a child had me feeling uneasy. “What are you trying to tell me?”
He clenched his jaw, his cheeks pale. “I’m pregnant.”
I stared at him in disbelief as shock radiated through me.
“I don’t know how it happened because we always used protection. But Tim got me pregnant, and then he abandoned me.” He stayed where he was, watching me like I was an unexploded grenade.
“You’re… you’re pregnant?”
He dropped his chin to his chest. “I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but I had no idea I was going to fall in love with you. And then the more time that passed, the easier it was to just not say anything. I’m sorry.”
