Page 28 of Golden Valley
“He’s yours.”
“You’re my mate. Your family is my family,” Morgan responded, smiling down at The Baby.
Apparently, he hadn’t been clear enough for Morgan to understand that he meant the statement literally. Not a surprise when he had used only two words to explain to a man that he had made a baby with another man. And when Ricky thought back to the pleasure he had shared with Morgan in his office months earlier, he realized they had barely removed their clothes, so even if his Alpha had knowledge of Psi wolves in general, he hadn’t seen Ricky’s birthing skin so he had no way to know he specifically was a Psi. That was about to change.
“Have you heard of Psi wolves?”
“Psi wolves,” Morgan mumbled to himself. “I think so.” He scrunched his eyebrows together in thought. “They’re…”
Taking a deep breath, Ricky climbed off the bed, and then turned to face Morgan and lifted his shirt, exposing the skin that made him different from other shifters. “I’m a Psi.”
Morgan looked at him and his expression morphed, confusion turning to understanding. He gasped and jerked his gaze from Ricky’s belly to his face. “You’re a Psi.” After a brief moment, his eyes widened as the meaning of that information clicked into place and then he lowered his gaze down to The Baby. “He’s ours,” he rasped. Pressing his face to The Baby’s head, Morgan blindly reached his arm out, wound it around Ricky’s back, and tugged him close.
“Yes, he’s ours.” Ricky blinked away tears, relieved that, instead of pushing him away after hearing the confession, his mate wanted him closer. “And he needs a name.” He slid his hand through Morgan’s hair. “We’ve been waiting for you to do that.”
“Are you sure? You did all the hard work. Alphas naming babies is old-fashioned.”
“Turns out I’m pretty old-fashioned.” He hadn’t known that about himself until the last few months, but he didn’t mind. Old-fashioned meant putting his trust in an Alpha and Ricky was blessed with the most reliable, generous, secure Alpha imaginable.
Morgan met his gaze. “You’re a treasure.” He looked down and kissed their son’s head. “I want to name him Alex after my father.”
“Alex Peters,” Ricky said, testing the name on his tongue. “It’s perfect.”
“Do you hear that, Alex? Your daddy likes your name.” The baby gurgled happily. “I guess you like your name too.” Morgan laughed and raised his watery gaze to Ricky. “Thank you for giving me this.”
