Page 35 of Room 908

Jasper sat up, his hair adorably rumpled, pillow creases across his face. It made me love him even more. “Merry Christmas,” he said, and he somehow managed to make it sound sexy as hell as he crawled closer to give me a kiss.

I slipped my fingers up under his t-shirt to skim his soft skin, and I felt goosebumps raise. “Mm, how did you know I wanted to wake up to my sexy omega? I don’t remember telling anyone my Christmas wish.”

He chuckled. “Sorry, your present will have to wait for later.”

And just like that, I was hard, thinking of all the private gifts he might give me. “Damn, baby. You’re going to tease me like that and just let me suffer all day?”

“Yep,” he said with zero remorse, throwing back the blanket and rolling away.

“You won’t even give me a preview?” Was I whining? Yes, I sure was.

He peeked over his shoulder at me. “Nope,” he said, popping the P as he sauntered toward the bathroom, hips swinging.

I adored this cheeky side of him, but I had yet to find a side to him I didn’t love. And today, I got to see them all. I watched with awe at how he took care of our son, from doting on him and giving the most thoughtful gifts, laughing and being goofy, but somehow still managing to get his help in cleaning up all the torn wrapping paper. Once all the chaos was over, I made us all French toast and bacon for a late breakfast, and then we lazed around watching movies, cuddled up on the couch, with one of my boys on each side of me.

I lost track of time, and when someone knocked on the door, I was thoroughly confused. “Who’s at the door?”

“That would be my parents,” Jasper said, getting up to answer the door.

Oh, shit. Was I supposed to make a big turkey dinner or something?I looked down at my wrinkled shirt and pajama pants. I was not in a state to see my hopefully future in-laws. When they walked in, though, they didn’t seem to care in the least—and they also didn’t seem to be staying.

We all exchanged Christmas hugs, and then instead of them taking off their winter gear, Cam started putting on his boots.

“What’s going on?” I asked, frowning. “Are we going out for dinner? I’ll need to get changed first.”

Jasper was having a hard time containing his grin. “Nope. Our holiday tradition is for my parents to take Cam for a sleepover, and then they open presents at their place and do Christmas all over again. And I get a day to sleep in. Did I forget to mention that?”

“You sure did,” I grunted, taking in his mischievous smirk. Meanwhile, I was thinking of all the things we could do with our time alone.

As tempted as I was to rush everyone out the door and get started with this tradition, I held myself back. We all gave another round of hugs and Christmas well-wishes, lingering painfully. As soon as the front door clicked shut behind them, though, I turned my predatory gaze on Jasper. “Is it finally time for me to unwrap my present?” I asked, my voice husky, and I snatched the front tie on his flannel pants and tugged, the bow coming undone.

He looked nervous all of a sudden. “I’m not the present… not exactly…”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “Whatever you bought me, I hope you kept the gift receipt, because all I want is you.” When I tried to grab him, he stepped back with surprising swiftness, evading capture. I growled and pursued him as he walked backward down the hall. If my arm weren’t still in a sling, I would’ve thrown him over my shoulder and had my dirty, dirty way with him.

He held up a finger to forestall me. “I’ve decided to go back to school.”

My heart soared, momentarily distracting me from my goal. “That’s awesome! I’m so proud of you.”

“Hang on, there’s more.” I was still listening, but as we walked through the bedroom doorway, I backed him up to the bed with nowhere to go and brought our bodies flush.

My lips found his throat, and I licked along his skin, his pulse surging under my tongue. “Talk faster,” I told him. “I don’t want to interrupt you, but I’ve been dying to be inside you all day.”

His breath fluttered past my ear. “Right, sure.” He gulped. “So, I’ve decided not to be a doctor. After seeing my mom go through her cancer treatment, I don’t think my heart could handle that. But… I was thinking about changing my focus a little, to working in a lab. A lot of my credits can be used toward a degree in medical science.”

“You’re my brilliant omega. I have no doubt that you can conquer anything you set your mind to. I fully support you.” As I said this, I’d been working the hem of his shirt up, and after I dragged it over his head, I moved my mouth lower to his exposed chest, nibbling on his nipple before sucking up a mark on his smooth flesh.

He moaned, bucking his hips against me. “I-I’m not done,” he panted.

“Talk while you help me get my clothes off.” I could handle the pants with the elastic waistband, but getting a shirt off without moving my shoulder was always an adventure and left me feeling less than graceful.

He started lifting my shirt for me. “Another reason I don’t want to become a doctor, I was thinking about the long, intense years of study, internship, the sleepless nights. And… it would be awful hard to do all that juggling a baby.”

He’d waited to drop that bomb until my shirt was up over my face, still caught on my arm. “What?!” I blurted, scrambling to pull myself free. “You’re preg—”

“No! Sorry, that came out wrong. I’m not pregnant, but… I could be.”

I needed to see his face,now. With his help, we got the shirt off at last, and I cupped his cheek and looked down into those beautiful blue eyes that made me feel unimaginable hope. “What are you saying?”

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