Page 14 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)

Chapter Nine

Alex

I could tell Seth was lost in his head somewhere, no doubt grappling with everything that had happened today.

Admitting we were fated. The kiss. That kiss had been pretty great.

It hadn’t been passionate, hurried, or anything our previous kisses had been.

Instead it had been sweet and tender, but I had poured all of my feelings into that kiss, everything I wanted for us. For our future together.

Because I did want a future with Seth. He was mine, and he was having our pup, and all the rest would work itself out. I had no doubts. The Goddess had made him for me, and me for him.

I had never been one to believe in insta-love, but I could feel myself already falling hard and fast for Seth. Hell, who was I kidding? I had fallen head over heels for him in that hotel room on New Year’s.

Holding my key fob towards my Mercedes, it beeped, letting me know it was unlocked.

Seth whistled lowly, “Nice car. You must be doing a shit ton of business in Sweet Alps.”

Smiling ruefully, I shook my head. “Once upon a time, I was a big shot divorce lawyer in New York city. My billable rate was about a thousand dollars an hour. It’s why I can afford to take on so many pro bono cases and have a sliding scale and generous payment plans for my clients now.”

Seth didn’t seem to know what to say to that, but I could practically see his mind whirling.

I hadn’t missed anything he had said in my office or at his doctor appointment.

He had stressed he was “too much”. That told me someone, somewhere, had planted that idea in his head.

I planned to help him get rid of that notion.

Opening the passenger seat, I pulled out the items I had brought him. A dozen red roses and an expensive box of chocolates.

He stared at them like they were poison, not moving to take them from my outstretched hands.

“What?” he asked, looking perplexed. “Why? I don’t understand what’s happening right now.”

“Valentine’s Day,” I told him patiently, which just made him tilt his head and give me a look like he thought I’d gone completely around the bend.

“You said you wished for roses and chocolates and not a positive pregnancy test. I wasn’t there for Valentine’s, or to sit with you while you waited for the test results.

But I’m here now, Seth, and I’m not going anywhere.

So, roses and chocolates.” When he still hesitated, I rolled my eyes. “Take them.”

He did, finally, sniffing delicately at the roses and holding the gold box of chocolates tightly against his chest. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not sharing these chocolates.”

My lips quirked in a smile, “Duly noted.”

“Unless there are coconut ones,” he said, making an ick face. “You can have those, because gross.”

“No coconut ones, I promise,” I made a cross with my finger over my heart. “Cross my heart. Caramels, coffee cream, and a couple raspberry creams.”

“Mmmmm,” he closed his eyes and smiled.

“I did okay, then?” I couldn’t help but tease him, but also, I wanted to know for future reference.

He gave a noncommittal shrug. “You did alright.”

He was a tough one, my pretty, bratty omega, but I was up for the challenge.

“Let me fix you dinner tonight,” I told him, brushing a lock of hair back from his forehead where it had fallen. “After you get off of work. We can talk about all of this.”

“All of this?” he took another small sniff of the flowers, still holding them and the candy tightly to his chest.

“Us,” I said, “being fated, our pup. The future. Do you even want a future with me? ”

It was a risk asking him so soon, and I knew I was probably rushing things, but everything inside me didn’t want to wait. Not with him.

“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before,” he whispered quietly, “make me want things I never thought I wanted before. But I do think I want them. With you.”

My heart soared with joy at his words, but I tried to play it cool. Still there was no stopping the silly, wide grin on my face. “Yeah?”

He nodded, smiling back at me, “Yeah. It’s nuts!

It’s absolutely insane! I didn’t even really believe in fated mates.

Definitely not this instant love bullshit.

” He seemed to realize what he said, and tried to back track, “Not that this is love. Nobody said the L word. Just forget you heard that. Pregnancy hormones, I guess. Maybe I need to eat. Yeah, that’s it.

Low blood sugar, or something.” He somehow jostled the box of candy and flowers, until he had the lid off the candy enough to pop two caramels in his mouth and chewed rapidly.

“Dinner tonight,” I repeated, “my place. Let me have your phone.”

Since he was bogged down with his gifts, I slipped it from his hand, tsking when he didn’t even have it password protected.

“What?” he grumped, “I get tired of having to unlock it all the time. It’s freaking annoying. What’s someone gonna find on there anyway, my porn stash? Have at it. ”

Shaking my head at him, I sent a quick text to myself from his phone. “Now you have my number.” I handed it back, and he somehow managed to hold onto it. Next I responded to the text I had sent myself with my address. “What time do you get off work?”

“Um, it will probably be close to six. We usually always have a last minute sick kid appointment, and Asher doesn’t rush his patients or their parents. Which is great, except on Fridays, when I’m ready for the week to just be over.”

“So, we’ll say six-thirty.” I told him, taking the flowers from his arms, and walking him to his car.

Once I was convinced he was secured in, and he had stashed his flowers and the candy–not before popping another in his mouth–I leaned against his open door.

“Anything off the menu? Besides the list they just gave us.”

There seemed to be a shit ton of foods he wasn’t allowed to eat during his pregnancy. Cold cuts? Really? That seemed unfair, though I understood the sushi.

“Spicy stuff,” he rested his hand against his belly. “The pup is not a fan.”

Hmmm, that knocked out my abuela’s tamales she had made me stop by and get yesterday. She always made the ones she gave me extra spicy, but I would come up with something.

“I’ve kind of been craving tacos lately,” he admitted, almost shyly, biting his bottom lip in the adorable way I had noticed he did when he was unsure of something. “Not that I’m assuming you’re making Mexican food.”

“Tacos I can do,” I assured him, bending and planting a kiss on his lips so quickly, he looked shocked when I straightened back up. Two of his fingers touched his lips lightly, a dazed look on his face.