Page 27 of A Baby for the Beast (Beastverse #3)

"I'm not mad," I relent, and he kisses me deeper, his smile looking devilish when he pulls away.

"Get in the car and get me home," I tell him, huffing a little at how smug he looks about how easily he can get me to be putty in his hands. Really, he could just growl at me, and there's not a lot I wouldn't do for him.

"Needy thing," Lucas laughs, shutting my car door.

We're parked across the street from the bar, and when Lucas moves around the car to get in the driver's seat, I see the alpha who growled at us outside the bar with Sarah's father.

The older alpha has a hand on the stranger's shoulder, but the tension in both of their bodies makes it seem like it isn't a friendly conversation.

Lucas notices the two before he gets in the car, but Sarah's dad sees us and waves us off like he has it handled. It's good enough for Lucas, and he slides inside to start up the car. His hand finds a home on my thigh, right where it belongs.

"Let's get you home so I can take care of you."

"Uh, first you're going to explain to me why the hell you're going to fight that douche," I tell him, glaring at him and the way he smirks over at me. Stupid, arrogant alpha. "Stop looking so handsome. It's not going to make me forget that you're being stupid."

Lucas doesn't look chastened at all. No, worse, he looks amused. "Omega, I know you get all hot and bothered at just the idea of me hurting another alpha for you."

"Way to make me sound unhinged." I frown, irritated that he's not wrong, and even more irritated that I all but admitted that to Lilah and Sarah earlier. I can't even deny it because even though I'm pissed, I'm probably perfuming for him right now.

"My unhinged omega," Lucas says, squeezing my thigh tighter. "I wouldn't want you any other way."

"That's because you're just as unhinged," I tell him.

He holds his hand up to his heart, feigning that I've insulted him before laughing. "We're perfect for one another."

I hum a little sound of contentment at that. I do enjoy knowing we're perfect for one another. Even without my sense of smell, I know he's the one for me.

"There you go," Lucas says, ruining the sweet moment by getting all smug again. He learns how to make me come, and all of a sudden, he's the most arrogant alpha I've ever been with. He's lucky he's so pretty.

"Why are you fighting him?" I ask, trying to get us back on track.

Lucas sighs, returning his hand to my thigh. "Because I agreed to the fight, and I can't get out of my contract without paying a lot of money."

I quirk a brow at him because we both know he was just willing to pay Kyle anything he wanted if it meant leaving me alone.

Since everything's come out with his serial predator nature, and the fact that my daughter has a few half-siblings already, he signed away his rights to her without a fuss.

He's having to deal with a lot more serious stuff than trying to ruin mine and Lucas's lives.

"Did you not want to pay the money, or did you just want a chance to beat on Kyle?" I ask, already knowing the answer but needing to hear the answer from Lucas.

"Remus was ready to kill him." Lucas turns to look at me as he slows to a stop at a red light. "So yeah, we feel like we were kind of robbed of that and want to beat his face in now."

"But no killing him," I say, making sure he's clear on how far he's allowed to take this.

" What if I make it look like an accident? " Remus asks, sparkling to life in Lucas's eyes.

"No murder, Remus," I say, adding a stern little pout to my words that has him snapping his teeth at me.

He doesn't like being told what to do now that he thinks he's a god at fucking me. And he is, but it's still fun to get him all worked up by trying to tell him what to do. He likes to remind me who's really in charge when I do.

" No murder, " he relents, pulling into the parking garage at his apartment building.

He doesn't give Lucas back control of his body until we're in the elevator heading up to the apartment.

They don't like me being out in public without Remus in control because there have been a couple of instances where people have approached me with questions about Kyle and everything else that's happened.

I haven't gone back to work at Night Owls.

My manager was the one who asked for that.

The bar is still getting pretty heavily bombarded with idiot Kyle fans who want to make fools of themselves by supporting him.

The other bartenders find it amusing, though, and the group chat is never low on stories of idiots popping in just to be forced back out by Paul and Dale.

Lucas offered to pay for extra security for the bar since he knows my friends still work up there and are the ones having to deal with the bullshit.

Staying home has been nice, and once I have my daughter, it will be hard to want to leave her.

I haven't brought it up with Lucas yet, but I want to ask him if I can stay home for a little while to take care of the house and my daughter, and then return to work when I'm sure I won't cry every time I have to leave her.

I can't see him denying me, but it's still a whole thing to be fully dependent on him and for him to support me.

"I have something to show you," Lucas tells me, taking my hands in his and leading me down the hallway toward our bedroom.

It's a little crowded right now because I have all of the baby stuff in there. I spent so long making Tessie's room at my apartment, and it's so late in the pregnancy now that I haven't even thought about getting another one set up for her.

I've told Lucas I need to get it done, but he always brushes it aside. I should bring it up again before my daughter is born. Right now, we'll have to sleep with her in the room with us because we didn't get anything set up.

"Hey, we should talk about the baby room," I say, as Lucas ushers me down the hall.

Instead of going to our room like I expect, he leads me across the hall to the door that's always closed. I asked about it once, and he said it was an empty room or had been used as an office space. I'm not sure, and the one time I tried to look, it was locked, so I lost interest.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Lucas says, letting the door swing open.

My jaw hits the floor as I step inside. Not only did Lucas create a beautiful princess room for my daughter, but he did it all without me knowing about it.

The walls are a soft pink with a huge wall-sized illustration of a castle against the far wall.

The wood floors are covered in a thick, plush pink rug that has sparkly threads running through it.

All of the furniture from my apartment is in here, along with some other things I didn't have the funds to get but weren't necessary.

There's even a small nesting nook setup in the corner, a pile of blankets and pillows beside it.

"Did you do this?" I ask, covering my mouth as a sob threatens to spill out.

Lucas shrugs with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted down enough to make him look bashful.

"I love it, Lucas," I tell him, needing him to know this is so above and beyond anything I expected.

"The rest of the apartment was baby-proofed while we were at the wedding, but I make no promises that I'm not going to get annoyed at those cabinet locks," he says, trying to make a joke because he's uncomfortable with just how much this all means to me.

I rush him, wrapping my arms around him, and tugging his face down to mine.

"I love it," I tell him again, making him look me in my watery eyes. He flushes a deep shade of pink. "Our daughter will love it."

The words are out before I realize the meaning in them, but I don't take them back. No, I mean them with everything in my being, because Lucas and Remus will be the most amazing father. Tessie and I will be lucky to have them.

"Say it again," Lucas says, hoisting me up into his arms, not giving me a chance to say it again before his lips are on mine, devouring me, claiming me, and taking us to our bedroom.