Page 30 of Key Lime Kisses
I helped him tighter. My omega. “I promise. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he breathed. I heard his stomach rumble and he laughed. “Now about lunch?”
Hand in hand, we walked together into the kitchen.
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So much for taking things slow. Now that Shea was pregnant our relationship had suddenly become considerably more serious. It seemed ridiculous for me to stay in my apartment and not move in with him. As it happened, one of the techs at the clinic was looking for a place. I was able to transfer my lease and in just a couple of weeks, I had all my stuff moved out, and I was living with Shea.
My sister was stunned and overjoyed. “Imagine,” she said, pretty mucheverytime I talked to her. “if I hadn't gotten you to bake that pie!”
“All you really had to do was give me the tickets for your not-brunch cruise,” I teased back every time, reminding her that Shea hadn’t been my date.
Her contact information had been included in the package, but whoever the omega who got the pie was, he still hadn’t bothered to reach out. It was no loss as far as I was concerned, I couldn't imagine being happier with anyone that I was with Shea.
I worried for a little while that maybe our time on the cruise ship was a fluke. It was it was just a vacation after all. But as we settled in to life in a house together, full of stresses like the window repair – which was taking forever – and the fence repair, and taking care of the puppies, and all and our mutual work stresses… Not to mention the upcoming baby and coordinating doctor's appointments.
Yet, everything just seemed to work between us. I felt like I was already fighting regularly with Bernard at this stage in our relationship, but Shea and I barely had any disagreements at all. If we didn’t see eye to eye on something, which was incredibly rare, all it took was a calm conversation before we reached a satisfying mutual agreement. It was refreshing and wonderful.
When Shea was eight weeks pregnant he went for his first appointment to get a blood test as confirmation. I didn't see why that was necessary, to be honest. He had already stopped zipping up his pants and was just about ready to switch to sweatpants by the time the appointment came around. He was ravenous too; if he wasn't sleeping, he was eating and if he wasn't sleeping or eating then he was in the bathroom feeling crummy. Thanks to the advice of my sister we started put a box of plain cereal on the nightstand and Shea ate a handful every morning before getting out of bed. As soon as we started doing that, he was able to make it through most of the day without the nausea. It was entirely too obvious he was pregnant. Nevertheless, the doctor still wanted to check.
Sure enough, Sheawaspregnant.
I hadn't even considered the possibility of twins, but had to admit I was relieved when the doctor announced there was only one in there. Judging from the look on Shea's face, he felt the same way.
The appointment also coincided with our two-month anniversary. Since we hadn't really celebrated our one-month, I wanted to do something special for him. I remembered him saying that his favorite dessert was key lime pie. So I cooked him a nice chicken dinner with a key lime pie for dessert. The look on his face when I took it out of the fridge was priceless.
“Oh, Weston, did you make that?” he gasped. “It looks delicious!”
“Just for you,” I said, setting it down on the table.
He smiled sweetly at me. “You remembered it's my favorite.”
I nodded, then sliced a knife down into it. “How's this?” I said, angling the knife next to my first cut.
“Bigger?” he asked shyly. “I am eating for two.”
“Of course, omega mine,” I said, making the second cut and pulling out a nice, big slice.
I watched both eagerly and nervously as Shea took a forkful of his favorite dessert, hoping that my recipe would would stand up to his scrutiny.
A moment later he moaned. “Oh, Weston!” He quickly speared another forkful and took another bite, savoring it. “This is delicious. This might be the best key lime pie I've ever tasted!”
I grinned broadly as he took a third bite. Then he shot me to sly grin. “Or maybe it's just the hormones talking.”
I snorted in amusement.
“Do I taste… cinnamon?” I asked.
“And nutmeg. Both in the crust,” I told him. “That’s my secret though, don’t tell anyone.”
He laughed. “Funny, I think the pie from the bake sale had cinnamon and nutmeg too, although it was much heavier on the nutmeg than this.”
My breath caught in my throat. “What bake sale?!” I demanded. The nutmeg had gotten stuck at the bottom of the spice jar and I accidentally added too much to the pie I made for the auction. He couldn’t possibly mean…
“Yeah,” he said around another mouthful. “The one where I got that date with the jerk alpha.” He gestured to the pie with his fork. “You know, I thought his tasted homemade. And it wasreallygood. But there's no way that asshole made it himself. He probably conned some poor omega into doing it for him.”
I stared at him, thoughts whirling. Shea must have noticed because he arched an eyebrow at me and swallowed his bite. “What is it?”
