Page 90 of Gamers' Omega

He nodded. “The afternoon assistant manager called in sick, and the general manager had a meeting that couldn’t be rescheduled. I’m the only other person with keys, so I had to stay to close.”

“Need me to cheer you up?” I asked.

“Yes, please.”

“I picked up pregnancy tests on the way home.”

He immediately perked up, eyes glittering. “Good news?”

“I haven’t taken them yet. We were waiting to ask if you wanted me to do it now, or wait until later.”

“Now please!” he begged. “I need good news.”

“We thought you wouldn’t want to wait,” Freddie stated. He stood, grabbed the tests, and walked over. He put the three tests in my hand. “Do you want us with you?”

I laughed. “I think I’d like to piss in peace. I’ll bring them back out so we can wait together.”

My hands trembled as I headed to the bathroom, and I silently prayed for three positive tests.

“Start the timers,” I shouted as I finished.

Everybody had moved to the couch as I walked back into the living room, and that gave me comfort. I set the tests results-sidedown on a towel that somebody had placed on the ottoman, then took my place in the middle of my mates.

“Longest three minutes of my life,” Tony said, breaking the silence. “Are we sure that’s counting down?”

“It’s going,” Ian laughed. “About forty-five seconds left on the first two, almost three minutes for the blue one.”

“Those first two better agree,” Tony huffed. “I don’t want to wait on a tie-breaker.”

I smiled and leaned against him. “They probably will. Everybody says there’s not a huge difference between tests.”

Silence fell again until the first timer sounded.

I took a deep breath and reached out with trembling hands. Then I turned over the tests.

“I’m pregnant,” I breathed.

My breath hitched as I looked again. “I’m pregnant,” I repeated as tears started to run down my face.

Freddie took the tests from my hand and placed them on the ottoman again, then tugged me onto his lap as I started crying.

I was going to be a papa.

∞∞∞

~August~

My therapist crossed one leg over the other and adjusted his notepad on his lap. “You mentioned last time that you’ve onlyhad penetrative sex a handful of times since your heat. Is that still the case?”

I swallowed and nodded. “I like it, but I still have to mentally prepare myself for it. I’m still scared that each time will be the time it hurts.”

He nodded. “That’s understandable. It’s hard to overcome deep-seated beliefs from only a handful of experiences. How are your mates handling it?”

I smiled. “They’re as considerate as they’ve always been. As far as they’re concerned, there are plenty of other ways to have sex. They care more about shared pleasure than the method.”

“That’s good. Giving you the space to do things on your terms is probably the best thing right now.”

I licked my lips. “I can’t even properly put into words how important that is to me.”