Page 33 of Key Lime Kisses
“Congratulations, dads. You’re having a boy.” Gio circled his penis and wrote boy on the screen. Subtle.
“Now for the best news of the day—you can go pee.” Gio wiped the gel from Shea’s belly and held his hand out to help him up.
I don’t think I’d ever seen Shea move as quickly as he did racing to that bathroom.
The rest of the ultrasound and the follow up with the doctor went smoothly and Shea was relieved he didn’t need to come back for another month.
“What should we do now?” We held hands, walking out of the office.
“I’m thinking a burger.” His voice lit up at the mention of it. “Greasy diner burgers.”
“With milk shakes?” There were always milkshakes. This baby was going to come out crying for milkshakes.
“With milkshakes.”
So, of course, I got my omega his milkshake. But as we finished eating I spotted a stain from what could only be milkshake on my shirt. I had no recollection of dropping there and it cracked me up when I noticed it. “Probably should’ve packed those clothes for me after all.”
“Probably,” Shea chuckled. “I guess I’ll just have to help you take that off when we get home, so the chocolate doesn’t get everywhere.” He leaned his head against my arm as we walked toward the car. “I wonder if you got any on those jeans.”
“Best not to take a chance. Chocolate is a pain to get out.” I clicked the fob to unlock the car. “We should make sure yours are fine too.”
“It will need careful inspection, alpha mine. Are you up for the task?”
Oh I was plenty up for the task... up enough my jeans were now too tight too.
Chapter Ten
Shea
I stared in dismay at the drying paint on the nursery wall. It was bright, grass green. I hated it.
“I know paint dries darker but… will it dry…” I hesitated, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“You wanted teal,” Weston said, frowning at the wall. “This paint is too yellow, it needs more blue.”
Of course it did. I heaved a sigh. It was too late to go back to the store now, it was already closed this time of night. And then the work week was starting. Weston and I were both busy trying to catch up on everything we could before the baby came, so we wouldn’t be able to paint until the weekend. That meant no furniture. No decorating. No more progress on the nursery and we had, admittedly, put it off far too long. The baby still wasn’t due for a month, but despite everyone’s reassurance, I wassurehe was coming early.
My eyes started to sting and I angrily wiped a tear away from my cheek, cursing my hormones.
“Shea,” Weston said gently, taking me in his arms. “It’s okay. We’ll find a nice teal and we’ll fix it.”
“When?” I said, wiping away another tear. “The baby is going to be here any day!”
“We have a month to go,” Weston laughed. “And the doctor said first babies are usually late.” I started to protest and he grinned. “I know, I know. You think he’s going to be early; father’s intuition.”
I nodded and looked around again. “And there’s so much to do.”
“We’ll get it done, I promise. But now, I want you out. I know we got the low VOC, but I still don’t want you anywhere near all this paint. Frankly, I’m kind of glad you won’t be in here to finish painting.”
“But I want to help.” The tears were threatening to really start flowing. “I want to be a part of decorating our son’s room!”
“You will be! Just not by making yourself or him sick.”
The reminder of the potential threat of paint fumes to the baby was enough to get me out of the room, but I was still upset about the garish green we had ended up with.
“It looked so nice on the paint chip,” I lamented.
We got downstairs and I stopped by the box the new crib had arrived in, while Weston kept going. I ran my hand over it with a sigh; we couldn’t set this up either. My fingers passed over a checkmark over “Blue” and I froze.
