Page 67 of Gamers' Omega

I sighed. The honesty helped but only eased my concerns a little.

“Can I ask you a question?” Micah asked.

“Sure.”

“Why ask me? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind. But I’m your boss’s mate. Isn’t this something you’d prefer to talk to friends about?”

I sighed. “I don’t have a lot of omega friends, especially here. I’ve moved so often that only a few have managed to stay important.”

“Give me your phone,” he demanded.

I blinked, but unlocked it and passed it over.

Micah poked at it for a minute then handed it back.

“What…” I started.

He laughed. “I put my contact info in. If you’re going to be pregnant, then you need more omega friends. Just send me a text after your heat.”

“Are you sure? Like you said, you’re one of my boss’s mates.”

He grinned. “Omegas gotta stick together. Besides, it’s not like you’re an asshole or anything. I like you, so why not?”

I laughed. “Thanks, and I’ve always liked you too.”

“It’s settled,” he stated. “We’re friends now.”

“Works for me,” I said as I laid back on the grass. “What’s it like to be pregnant?”

“Eh,” Micah replied. “I’m ready for the morning sickness to go away. I’m also sore in places I didn’t expect yet. Like I knew my breasts were going to get tender at some point, but I expected that more when I started to grow man boobs.”

I cringed. “I… hadn’t thought about that.”

“Don’t let me scare you off!” Micah said. “The side effects can be annoying, but there’s something incredible about it too. My babies are in there, inside me.”

“You’re having more than one?”

“I don’t know for sure yet. My instincts tell me I’m having more than one though. Plus Jace had multiple, and one of his coworkers too. Apparently, it’s a thing when being bred by multiple alphas while in heat.”

I tried to place the name, then remembered that Jace was one of Owen’s cousins who sometimes came in to eat with the family.

My hand drifted to my stomach. Would I have more than one baby inside me by the time my heat was over?

Micah chuckled, and I turned to see him watching me.

“You’re ready,” he said. “I’d touch my stomach just like that during the couple weeks between my heat and when a pregnancy test would work—hoping and praying that my alphas had bred me.”

“I want to be a papa, and I want them to be the dads,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Sounds like you’ve found your mates.”

I smiled. “I have.” I paused. “But I’m still scared.”

He shrugged. “I think everybody is. It’s not like there’s a manual. We all just do what feels right for us. And…” he chuckled, “they can’t get you pregnant without the sex.”

I laughed. “Tony, he’s the one with regular brown hair, not frosted, offered to buy me some turkey basters.”

Micah burst into laughter. “That’s true love right there. I don’t know if I could name any other alpha who would jump to that as an option.”