Page 16 of An Omega Fox for Walker (Beartastic Summer of Love #4)

Fennec

About noon, I realized something had changed.

I paused in front of the market where I’d just finished my shopping.

I got a part-time job at a local café and started therapy with Walker’s encouragement.

It helped to talk through things with a third party who didn’t judge or have any preconceived notions about me.

He listened and suggested ways to move on.

My phone rang and I fished it out of my pocket. Paternity jeans sucked. There were only fake pockets in the front, so I kept my phone in the back one, but reaching it was becoming not so easy. “Hello?” I said, flustered with trying to fish it out and answer while it was still ringing.

“Is something wrong?” Walker asked.

“Let’s talk about it when you get home later, okay? No emergency. Nothing is wrong. I’m safe and fine.”

He blew out a long breath. The big bear worried so much now that I was carrying around our addition to the family in my body. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. Thank you for checking on me.”

Later on, Walker came home, and he was not one for patience, not when it came to me. “Can you tell me what’s going on now? I couldn’t even concentrate.”

“Help me set the table, and I’ll tell you.”

Our life flowed in a series of uncomplicated habits.

We set the table every night together and, naturally, the problems and wins of the day flowed out as we did.

“I thought today that maybe there’s a chance our kit or cub won’t be able to shift either.

What if this is something I passed down.

What if my trauma somehow suppresses him or her? ”

Walker placed our plates down and set the chicken pot pie in the middle.

“I understand why that would be a fear for you, omega, but I don’t think it’s possible.

But, even if it was, we would love our cub as much as any other cub.

They would be our son or our daughter. We love them because they are ours, not because of how they perform. ”

“Why don’t you think it’s possible?” He made my huge problem, the one that had taken up most of my day, seem like a simple thing to deal with. He made everything easy.

“Because you had your fox before the accident. It was your PTSD, your trauma that caused him to go into hiding. But you get glimpses of him sometimes. My bear and I haven’t given up on him coming out once he learns that our life, our mating, our family is safe and secure and, as your alpha, I’ll cross oceans to make sure that’s always true. ”

I did get whispers from him sometimes. When Walker’s love for me surged in my body. When he made me feel particularly safe. As I learned to relax in our peace.

“Do you have to make so much sense all the time? Really.”

My mate cracked up and shook his head. “Yes. That’s my job. Make you happy and make sense. Anything else bothering you? Something else we need to talk about?” Having a mate who knew how to communicate was such a blessing. Some omegas didn’t have that.

“Yes. The nursery.”

Walker chuckled, divvying us both out some food. “I saw there were some additions to your Pinterest board. Have you changed your mind on the paint color? I was planning to paint this weekend. Our baby will be here any time now.”

For the rest of the meal, we planned out the nursery. Walker was right. Things were progressing faster than I was comfortable with, but there was no way to slow it down.

Our ritual of walking at night hadn’t changed even once. We walked every night. Cold or hot. Raining or snow. On vacation. On easy days and especially on busy or emotionally straining days.

We planned to bring our kit to the resort when we returned next summer. I already couldn’t wait. We’d arrived there, two single shifters, and would return a family.

“Ready?” Walker asked, holding out my coat.

“Always.”