Page 106 of The Omega's Alpha
Jason laughed and pressed a second one on me. “Here. I don’t know if I should share these with you, though. I can’t believe you haven’t been sick at all.”
“I imagine it’ll happen soon,” I said through a mouthful of brownie.
“And,” Bram said. “He’s hardly gained a pound. Except for the baby weight.”
“It doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Bax agreed.
“You’re one to talk,” Jason told him and sat down to pick up his wine again. “You weren’t sick, and you looked the same after Taden was born as you did before you got pregnant.”
“You never knew me before I had five pups,” Bax said, leaning over to pick up a carrot stick and scoop up a tiny dab of creamy white dip flecked with herbs. He glanced ruefully down at his stomach, then gave the dip on his carrot a considering look before shrugging and putting it in his mouth.
“There’s nothing to you now,” I said.
“More than there used to be,” he replies around his carrot.
“What bothered me the most,” Bram said, and paused to pick through the cookies in the bowl in the middle of the low square table. He took a bite and waved the cookie at the rest of us. “What bothered me the most was the itching. Especially with the twins.”
“Lysoonka, yes!” Bax exclaimed and laughed. “Not so much with the later ones, but with Fan and Teca both it was like I couldfeelthe skin stretching. And itch!”
I stared at them, baffled. I had the occasional itch, or pulling sensation—especially around my bellybutton—but either they were wimps or I was getting away with something. Again. I buried my nose in my glass of juice and avoided their gazes, which only made them laugh louder.
“One of us has to have an easy time of it,” Jason said, and patted my knee.
“Not like you haven’t already paid for any luck you have,” Bax reminded me and handed me a square of chocolate.
I smiled and handed it back. “Actually, I’d rather have a handful of those baby tomatoes. I’ve been dreaming about them.” I chuckled and ran my hand over my belly. “Poor Quin. He’s been replaced by vegetables and chicken wings in my most salacious dreams.”
Bram crowed with laughter and Cale yelped a laugh, then slapped a hand over his mouth. I raised my eyebrows at them and Jason joined in on the chuckles.
“Oh, like you never dreamed about food while you were pregnant,” Jason said to Bram.
“Naw,” Bram drawled. “Mostly I just wanted to eat him.” And he smiled slyly at us all, which made us laugh even harder, and Cale look confused.
“Why would you want to eat Duke?”
I pointed at Bax. “You’re the one with the books.”
“Who has my new one tucked away on the counter in the kitchen?” he asked me in return and held up an admonishing finger. “I think you should be the one to explain it to him.”
“Well, fine.” I set my juice to one side and laced my fingers together demurely in my lap, or what was left of it. “You see, Cale, when an alpha meets an omega he really likes—”
Cale threw a pillow at me. “I know about that!” he said.
“I’m getting there,” I said severely, and frowned at the rest of the idiots holding their sides in hilarity. Then I turned back to Cale. “So, do you remember those frozen juice things we made for the pups last summer? With the sticks for handles?”
Cale frowned. “Sure, but what—” His eyes widened and his words stuttered to a stop. “Noooo! You’re not serious!”
“Quin loves it,” I advised him sagely, but I couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up inside me. “I do too.”
“TheAlpha?” Cale exclaimed.
I must have shocked him. It was entertaining. “Oh, yes. Almost his favorite thing to do in bed.” I nodded again and allowed myself to look smug.
Bram got the hiccups and Bax stood up to go make himself coffee, the wine being nearly gone at this point and all of us starting to get to the point of relaxation where going to sleep was a very real risk. Which meant that if I wanted to drop my bombshell, I needed to do it now.
“Bax,” I called. “Could you make a whole pot instead of half of one? I have something I want to talk to you all about.”
Chapter Eighty-Six
