Page 39 of Mistletoe Omega
“I told you not to get me anything.”
He frowned. “Why would you get me something, but I wouldn’t get you anything?”
I shrugged. “I’m just saying you didn’t have to.”
He lifted his chin. “Well, I did.” He left the room, and I followed him to the Christmas tree. He knelt down and dug around for a minute, then he pulled out one big present and one small box. They were both wrapped in bright red and green paper. He pushed them toward me.
I got down on the floor with him, smiling. “I can’t believe you got me a gift.”
He grunted. “I don’t know why.”
I tore at the paper of the larger box and pried open the flaps. Inside was a waffle maker. I looked up, grinning. “You got me a waffle pan?”
He smiled. “I thought we should try something new for a change. Man cannot live by fried eggs and bacon alone.”
I nodded. “Okay. I’m game.”
“Really?” His brows rose. “I assumed you’d fight me on this.”
“Nope. Youcanteach an old wolf new tricks.”
He laughed. “I’m impressed.” He bit his lip, looking nervous as he eyed the smaller box. “Now let’s see if you like the other gift.”
I ripped the smooth paper and found a small black box. My pulse sped up as I stared at the container. I glanced up and his face was tense, his eyes glittering.
“Open it.” He urged.
My fingers shook a little as I flipped the lid open, and saw a gleaming, gold band. I swallowed and looked up at him, my eyes stinging. “Is this what I think it is?”
He nodded, a muscle working in his cheek. “Graham Peters, you’ve made these last few weeks of my life the happiest I’ve ever had. I can’t imagine not having you around for the rest of it. Will you marry me?”
I swallowed against the huge lump in my throat. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” He laughed. “I know that usually the alpha asks the omega, but since when have we ever done anything the way others do?”
I grinned. “Ain’t that the truth?” I took the ring out and noticed there seemed to be an inscription. I peered closer. “No back up plan needed,” I read aloud.
He laughed nervously. “I bought myself a matching ring, and it says the same thing.” He cleared his throat. “You haven't actually given me an answer yet. If you turn me down, I guess I’ll have to make them into earrings or something.” His laugh was tense.
I sniffed, and wiped at my eyes, feeling emotional. “Yes. Of course I want to marry you, Sam.” I slipped the gold band on my finger and lunged across to hug him. Our mouths met, and we kissed for a few moments, then I held him, my heart thudding against my ribs. “You sure about this? When you’re sixty, I’ll be seventy-five.”
He pulled back and scowled. “And you’ll be the sexiest seventy-five-year-old alpha that ever lived.”
I snorted. “Not sure about that.”
“Graham, it’s not like sixty is young. Fifteen years isn’t that much. I never even think about our ages, and neither should you. You’re the perfect man for me. Period.”
I kissed him again. Then I straightened. “I got you another gift too. It wasn’t all just about the baby.”
He sighed. “Really? Aww, you’re so good to me.”
I pulled a big box from the back of the tree and handed it to him. He took it eagerly and ripped the paper off. When he opened it, he gasped. He reached in a pulled out a fluffy, bright red parka. “You got me a coat?”
I laughed. “You’ve been running around in that damn hoodie for weeks. You’re going to freeze your ass off, and I’m pretty fond of that ass.”
He laughed and stood, and then he slipped the coat on. It fit him perfectly, and he turned around several times for me. “What do you think? Do you like it on me?”
I stood too and nodded. “I love it on you. You look even sexier than usual. Shit. Maybe I should have got you a mousy gray color.” I frowned.
