Page 19 of Dreaming of an Omega Christmas
I had the timer on my phone ready and started it, then sat with bated breath as the seconds ticked by. The little stick was unchanged and as the last couple of seconds ticked near, I started to heave a sigh of relief. I wasn't pregnant.
And then slowly but surely, a second pink line began to appear next to the first. “No way,” I breathed. It was faint, but absolutelythere. I grabbed for the instructions, even though I had read them a dozen times and read the italicized line again.
A second line, no matter how faint, indicates a positive pregnancy.
I blew out a breath and stared down at the second line. Positive. I was pregnant.
Now, how to break the news to Travis? If I was right, he didn't even know that Icouldget pregnant. Although that still didn't explain Elarian. I wasn't sure if I was glad I was hungry again, although it made sense now. I headed down to the kitchen, and carefully hid the pregnancy test beneath a bunch of refuse in the large kitchen trash can.
It seemed that Travis's lunch break coincided with mine.
“Thought you'd be baking the cookies by now,” he said, poking his head into one of the grocery bags.
“I had some stuff to do first. Can I ask you a weird question?”
He turned and arched a curious eyebrow at me. “Sure?”
“It's just that I'm wondering… did you make Elarian pregnant in your book?”
“Yes,” he said. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, I was just wondering why.”
“Why?”
“I dunno, Male pregnancy isn't exactly all that common in the regular world of humans. I was just wondering why you decided to write it.”
“The Picture Purrfect website,” he said with a laugh. “There were a bunch of pictures that I thought were edited, showing pregnant men with their partners and with animals. I didn't realize until I came here that they weren't altered at all. They were all shifters!” He laughed. “Most of whom I've met now.”
“And that inspired you, I guess?”
“Yeah. I thought it was kind of a cool idea. So, I figured I’d just make Elaria pregnant. I don't know.” He laughed again. “It sounded kind of fun. And nobody around here seems to think anything of it. So…” He shrugged his shoulder.
I nodded, wondering how to take the next step. “Why not Traviel?” I asked.
“Well, I mean, he was supposed to be me and it seemed kind of weird to make myself pregnant. I love the idea of taking care of the baby and all, but not the pregnant part. Not for me anyway. And it didn’t seem in line with his personality either. I guess we’re both more the uh, the paternal type. If that word is appropriate.”
“Alpha?” I suggested, seeing a perfect opening.
“Huh. Yeah. What exactly does that mean anyway?”
I swallowed hard. “Generally,” I said. “In species with male pregnancies, like shifters, the alpha is the uh, sire, and the omega is the one who gets pregnant.”
“Oh. You know, I think I've heard some of the shifters throwing those terms around,” he said thoughtfully. “Doesn’t Eden at Sweet Bites say he’s an omega?”
“Yes,” I said.
He chuckled. “I guess I wrote an alpha and omega without even knowing…” He trailed off and turned to me, me eyes wide. “Didn't you sayyouare an omega?!”
I took a deep breath. “Yes, I am.”
“And my test results... I'm an alpha.”
“Yes,” I said again.
“Does that mean? This is crazy… um, does that meanIcould getyoupregnant?!”
I nodded.
