“Me too.” That was Dad.
It would be fun concentrating on the baby and the future. And while I had the bump to prove it, I still had a hard time believing I was pregnant and that my mate, who was also my husband, was a wolf shifter. I hoped the baby would be a shifter.
The food arrived just after we walked into the apartment. I poked my nose into the spare bedroom that was filled with boxes and stuff we didn’t know what to do with. I pictured it with a crib and changing table, patterned wallpaper and a rocking chair.
“Maybe tomorrow we can start moving all the crap out of the nursery.”
Devyn paused his eating. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you call it that.”
“You’ll be hearing it a lot more.”
Chapter 36
Waddling through the day
Devyn
I walked into the bedroom with Heston’s cup of tea to find him standing in front of the mirror, three shirts piled on the dresser, and him tugging at the one he was currently wearing, pulling it over his belly. I loved this look on him, where the shirt was just a little too small and his belly was extra pronounced. It had me wanting to take the shirt off and kiss every inch of his body, but I could tell from his face that he didn’t feel the same about the shirt.
“I brought you some tea,” I said.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, ignoring the mug in my hand and yanking the shirt from his body. Back to his dresser he went, digging through the drawers.
“Use one of mine.” Mine tended to be bigger than his. It would be easier if he wore the paternity shirts my father sent over, but they had buttons and my mate was not a fan of them.
“I think they’re all in my dresser.” He tossed another shirt out.
Early on, he decided that he would rather wear my shirts than paternity ones, and that was fine for a while. But he had reachedthe stage where they were no longer fitting him comfortably. It was time to call uncle and buy some new ones to do the job.
He grabbed another shirt and pulled it over his head. This one mostly covered his belly without too much tugging. It wasn’t going to fit for much longer, not in the way he wanted, but it seemed to appease him for the moment.
“Forget the tea. Let’s go shopping.”
“I don’t have anything to wear,” he grumbled. “Nothing that fits well enough.”
“Which is why we’re going shopping. We can get you clothes that do fit.”
He wasn’t overly pleased at the idea, but agreed when I told him it was next door to a baby store. As much as he didn’t like shopping for himself, he loved buying stuff for our little one.
The closest paternity store was only about twenty minutes from our house. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, Heston had resigned himself to getting some paternity clothes.
It wasn’t that he minded getting larger clothes, like some of the other omegas I knew. He loved his changing body, knowing that it was becoming what it needed to be for our young. To him the issue was the style of clothing available. It was all “frilly”. For some reason, with paternity clothes, they always added collars and weird tucks in places to make it look like your belly wasn’t as large or to cinch the back up so the larger fabric was only in the front. It was this odd combination of function and style that Heston was simply not into.
And honestly, he was right. A lot of it was pretty weird and over the top. Either that or there were tees that made jokes abouteating for two or rubbing his belly. Nothing plain or cute, all filled with bad humor. But despite all of that, he needed clothes that would fit him and this was probably his best bet.
“If we don’t see anything you like here, we’ll just go to the T-shirt store and get ones the next size up from mine.” It wouldn’t be ideal, because shortly they would need replacing too, but it was a compromise.
“The T-shirt store?” He looked at me like I lost my mind.
“Yeah, there’s a whole store that’s just tees. They have all the sports ones, TV ones, funny ones that are on trend, and they’ll even put your name on them.” And none that said to rub his belly for luck. Why was that a thing again?
“Fine.” He didn’t sound like he altogether believed me, but he unbuckled and got out of the car.
The paternity store was packed. They were having a sale, and apparently, it was one of a few they had all year. At least that was according to half the people wandering around, encouraging their partners to buy even more. It was cute to see all these growing families being so happy.
“What kind do you think you want? They have some nice sweaters.” I knew the button shirts were a no. He’d mocked those plenty of times.
“Yeah, maybe.” He didn’t sound convinced.
