Page 77 of The Omega's Secret Baby
He grinned again. “Well, if you must know, ever since I found out that you’ve been pregnant with my child and I missed it, I’ve been wondering what a pregnant you looks like.”
“Fat,” I said, laughing. “Seriously, that’s what you fantasize about?” Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about him leaving me when my body changed.
“Yes, that’s what I fantasize about,” Matt said with absolutely no shame. “I’m sure you’re going to look amazing.”
I gave him small smile. “Well, if you think so.” I glanced at the menu. “Is it really okay to order anything?”
“Knock yourself out.”
My smile grew. “Good. Because you know I’m eating for two now.” And pregnancy turned me into an absolute glutton. I ordered at least three things off the menu. The gnocchi, some other pasta dish that I couldn’t pronounce and the filet mignon. Matt meanwhile stuck to a simple order of chicken parmigiana and seemed to take great joy in watching me shovel food into my mouth in a manner that did probably not make me look classy enough to be in this place.
“This is really good,” I said in between bites.
“It is,” he agreed, cutting into his chicken. He wasn’t eating half as quickly as I was. In fact, he seemed to have something on his mind.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. Everything’s fine. No reason to worry.” He smiled at me, but I wasn’t convinced.
“Are you really fine with everything that’s going on? I know it’s a lot to take. And we still have so much to talk about.”
“I am. And I know that. But I also know that I love you, and that we’ll make it through whatever life throws our way just as long as we stick together. I know it’s more than just alpha-omega instincts between us.”
I tilted my head. “You know, sometimes I do worry that it’s all hormones.” He smelledsogood tonight. Part of me just wanted to rub myself on him.
“Phone sex,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes. “You couldn’t smell me then, could you?”
“No, just the sound of your voice…” And that had been enough. I sighed. He was right; I was in deep.
“It’s okay,” Matt said, stroking my leg with his foot underneath the table in a way that made me hunger for more contact. “I feel the same way about you. And once we’re done with the main course, I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” What could it be? I made myself eat faster, even though I hadn’t thought that was possible.
When I was done, Matt took me to the outdoors area of the restaurant. It had a glass wall as well as ceiling so it wasn’treallyoutside, but you could see the lights from the harbor in the distance and the night sky above you. One table was set with cake for us—all the others were empty.
“I’ve had them clear out the area,” Matt said.
I didn’t even want to think about what that must have cost. “I thought you wanted everybody to see us.”
“True. But for some moments, privacy is nice. Come, sit.” He pulled out a chair for me and I lowered myself into it.
“This is the surprise?” I asked. “It’s beautiful here.”
He smiled and shook his head. “This isn’t the surprise. This is. Watch.” He pointed up at the sky. I looked. At first, I didn’t see anything, but then, the fireworks started up. My eyes grew wide.
“Did you—”
“Shhh. Just enjoy the moment.”
I did. I enjoyed it immensely. The fireworks lit up the sky in red and yellow and orange sparkles and flowers and even hearts. And I couldn’t help but think of that one time we’d stolen away together during the town’s summer festival, when everyone was watching the fireworks and no one paid us any mind. We’d run to one of his family’s yachts and watched the spectacle from there. I remembered wishing back then that I could just sail away with him.
I’d never have imagined it possible that I’d get my own private fireworks show from him one day.
“Oh, Matt. This is too much.”
“Keep looking up,” he said.
And the moment I looked back to the sky, I saw a question written among the stars.Thequestion.
