Page 76 of Jake and Conner
"But you still want to know more," my husband to be read me correctly. "We could pay them a visit. Bring flowers."
"Or something more sensible," I agreed. "I'll tell him that we're coming by tomorrow. I bet Dean and Griff and Aiden will be crowding them all day today."
"Good thinking."
"That's why you're marrying me."
Jake grinned. "That's only one of many reasons."
"What are the others?"
"Oh, one of the reasons is because you asked so nicely." Jake's grin grew wider. Other alphas might have been disgruntled at having their chance to propose taken from them and being pushed into 'the omega's role' instead, but not Jake. Jake felt flattered that he was so awesome an alpha that I had proposed to him instead of the other way around.
We both chose to pretend that his first 'proposal' had never happened.
It didn't matter anyway, did it? All that mattered was that we were going to get married. Even just the thought made me smile.
"What are you thinking?" Jake asked.
"Oh, just that I'm looking forward to our big day."
"Is that the birth or the wedding?"
"Both."
Wasn't it obvious?
* * *
Mark's babieswere absolutely gorgeous. He'd given birth to a healthy baby boy first, and then a healthy baby girl had followed. They were both a little on the small side, but I was told it was par for the course for multiples.
"We were lucky there were no other complications," Bastian said, looking every bit the proud father as he gazed at the babies. He was holding his daughter, while Mark was holding their son.
"They both have pretty strong lungs," Mark added, with just a hint of chagrin in his voice. I took this to mean that the babies could scream the hospital down.
"I'm glad everything went well for you," I said. Next to me, Jake nodded. "Your babies are super adorable."
Bastian approached me with his daughter. "Would you like to hold her?"
"I'd love to." Carefully, I took the baby from him. The little one was sleeping and barely stirred as she changed hands. She seemed to be a very content baby. "What are you naming them?" I asked, studying the child's sleeping face.
Mark and Bastian grinned at each other. "Bastian picked a boy's name and I picked a girl's name so we were perfectly prepared."
"Really?" Jake asked. "That's kind of what Conner and I are doing, but we have only one child to name."
"Are you sure about that?" Bastian teased.
"Pretty sure," I said with some amusement. "I guess we weren't quite as efficient at the baby making thing as you two."
"Not like we were trying," Mark said with a cough.
"Yeah, we're just naturally good at it," Bastian added. "So, anyway, we're calling them Miles and Emily."
"Those are good names," Jake said and I agreed. Him liking those names gave me some hope that he wouldn't pick any more outrageous names for our own child. "We brought you something." Jake held up the bag from the store where we'd been shopping before coming here. There were a few bags of diapers in there, as well as a few more baby clothes.
"Thank you," Mark said, accepting the gift from him. "You didn't have to."
"It's all right," Jake waved him off. "We need to support each other. After all, we're going to be parents too soon." At this, he slung an arm around my waist, his hand coming to stop on my belly. And then he jumped. "Oh my God."
