Page 26 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)

Chapter Eighteen

Alex

Watching Seth sleep had become one of my favorite pastimes. It wasn’t often that he was just…still. His face relaxed, free of all the things that raced through his head, every day, every minute, at lightning speed.

I hated to wake him now, but we had reached our destination, and the valet was waiting to park the car, while the hotel staff was waiting to collect our bags.

Brushing a dark lock of hair off his brow, I whispered, “ Carino, time to wake up. We’re here.”

Seth groaned, his lashes fluttering open, his blue eyes looking dazed for a few seconds. “We’re here?”

He blinked a few times, then looked around before spinning his head back to me. “Alex, this is the hotel where we met. ”

Grinning, I exited the car, popping the trunk so our bags could be taken up to our room.

“The pillow too, please,” I instructed the uniformed beta, before I opened Seth’s car door and helped him out. He groaned again, his hands pushing at his lower back.

“Okay?” Every time he groaned, I swore my heart sped up with anxiety.

Realistically, I knew that pregnancy came with aches and pains that had nothing to do with labor. He was growing a tiny human inside him, which was amazing. But I never wanted him to hurt even a tiny bit and wanted to do anything in my power to make him comfortable.

He nodded, still staring at the front of the hotel like he’d never been here before. “Just my back from the car ride. Nothing new.”

Well, that was something I could do something about and planned to this weekend.

The next few days were all about pampering my omega to the fullest. Seeing that our luggage had been collected, and the valet was parking my car, I took his hand and tugged him into the cool air of the hotel lobby.

“Alex,” he hissed, grabbing onto my wrist, “I’m still wearing my scrubs.”

Giving his pink scrubs covered in Disney cats a quick look, I told him, “And they are adorable. Have I told you how gorgeous you look in pink? ”

“You’re impossible,” he grumbled, but he couldn’t keep the smile from his words.

Stopping at the front desk to check in, the omega behind the counter preened. “Ah yes, Mr. Ortega, the honeymoon suite is ready for you. We’re pleased to have you back with us.”

In reality, the only time I had ever stayed here was New Year’s Eve, but I had already sunk a boatload of my money into renting the penthouse honeymoon suite for the next few days.

I’d even paid for the room a day earlier than we arrived, so that the room would be already cleaned and waiting for us, knowing we would arrive well before normal check-in this morning. I didn’t mind because Seth was worth every single penny.

“Thank you,” I took the two key cards he handed me with a smile. “My mate and I actually met here, and as you can see, we are enjoying some couples time before our pup arrives.”

The omega gave Seth’s scrubs and belly a once over, before smiling politely.

“Congratulations to you both. We do hope you’ll enjoy your stay. Here’s an itinerary of the spa treatments you’ve booked, and also a listing of local restaurants and attractions you might like. Please let us know if we can be of any assistance with your needs. ”

“Spa treatments? Honeymoon suite?” Seth whispered, still clinging tightly to my arm. “Alex, what have you done?”

“Just pampering my omega before he gives birth.” Steering him towards the row of shiny elevators, I swear I heard the omega at the front desk sigh wistfully. “Our bags have already been taken up to the suite.”

While we rode the elevator up to the top floor, I explained to him what I had planned for the weekend.

“I thought we could order some lunch from room service, and then we have a mani/pedi scheduled for you in a couple of hours, followed by a couples massage. Prenatal for you. Don’t worry, I spoke with Naomi and Finn and they said it was okay.

I thought we could just relax in the suite the rest of the night, order a nice dinner from room service.

Tomorrow we can hang by the pool, or do some shopping if you’d like, and if you are up for it there’s a salsa club I like here, and I thought we could go dancing. ”

Seth’s dark brows rose straight up to his hairline.

“You want to take me salsa dancing? Alex, you know I don’t know how to salsa.

The first time I ever did it was with you, and I had no clue what I was doing.

” He looked down at his belly, “And I’m huge and off balance.

I think my clubbing days are on hold for a few months, at the very least.”

“One of these days we are going dancing,” I declared, and he gave me an indulgent smile .

The elevator dinged, signaling we had arrived on our floor, and opened to reveal a small foyer with ornate double doors in front of us. Inserting the keycard, I opened the doors for us and watched as Seth gawked, wide-eyed. Moving into the living room of the suite, he did a slow circle.

There was a stone fireplace that I doubted we would use since it was June, but the aesthetic was lovely. A soft looking L shaped sectional looked inviting, along with a full-size kitchen, which I had no intention of us using.

Taking him by the hand, I led him to the French doors that opened to our private balcony. A bistro table and chairs were set up there, surrounded by pots of colorful flowers.

“I want to show you the best part.”

Seth had noticed the set of stairs on the balcony and gave me a questioning look. He still hadn’t said one word, and I was a bit worried about that, since Seth wasn’t prone to silence. But I just surged ahead anyway.

“You first,” I told him, indicating with a tilt of my head for him to take the stairs. “They are a bit steep and I want to be behind you in case you lose your balance.”

He snorted at that, muttering that if he did fall he would flatten me with his bulk, but he slowly started up the stairs. My eyes couldn’t help but be glued to his luscious ass, swaying gently as he walked, the pink scrub pants stretched tight .

He had it in his head that he was much larger than he actually was. His belly might be huge in his eyes, but the rest of him wasn’t. He had gained a bit of weight in his ass, but I certainly wasn’t complaining about that. If anything, it just made it doubly hard for me to keep my hands off of him.

When he cleared the last step he came to a dead stop and I nearly plowed into his back.

“Alex,” his voice was a breathy gasp, “this is…amazing.”

Glancing around at the rooftop pool, complete with luxury loungers, large umbrellas to keep the sun at bay, and thick fluffy towels, I nodded my approval.

The crystal blue water of the pool looked cool and inviting.

“It’s all ours. Complete privacy. We can be naked up here and no one will bother us.”

He gave me a wicked smile, his blue eyes turning heated, as he fluttered his eyelashes at me. “Why Mr. Ortega, did you bring me here to take advantage of me?”

Pulling him into my arms, I stared down into his eyes. “I absolutely did.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed, his tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip, “Take all the advantage you want.”

Our lips touched in a soft kiss that quickly turned heated. I would never grow tired of the taste of him, the way he felt in my arms .

The loud rumbling of Seth’s belly had us both breathlessly laughing.

“Did you say room service?” He rubbed a hand over his belly. “Because this little cock blocker is hungry.”

“Did you just call our child a cock blocker?” This time going down the stairs I made sure to take the lead, in case he lost his balance.

Seth giggled, the sound light in the air. “I did, yep. Doubt this will be the last time they interrupt us getting it on, either. Better get used to it. But I definitely want to revisit that pool later and the getting naked part.”

Jerking my foot from the pedicurist’s hands had been an involuntary response to her scrubbing my feet.

Laughing, I told her I was sorry. Seth peeled one eye open and gave me serious side-eye .

“It tickles!” I defended, trying not to squirm and yank my foot away a second time, as she scrubbed at my rough heels.

“It feels amazing,” Seth closed his eye, sinking back into the lightly massaging leather chairs.

I had to admit, it did feel good. This was my first ever pedicure, but Seth had begged me to get one with him.

Okay, he might have double dog dared me to get one more than actually begged, but same diff.

It had been fun watching him pick his nail color.

He took his time, and when I asked him what color he was thinking about, he shook his head and told me it depended on his mood.

So I had waited, idly picking colors I liked and thought would look good on him, only to have him shake his head at my choices.

“When the fuck have you ever even seen me wear brown, Alex?” he had asked, after one choice of what I thought was an appealing tan color.

“It’s nice.” Putting the bottle back, I had started to pick up a bottle of yellowish gold, but quickly moved my hand away when I saw the disgust on Seth’s face.

Finally, he had chosen two different shades of blue.

One a dark cobalt, the other a bright pastel.

The dark shade was now painted on his fingernails, while the lighter shade would soon be on his toes .

“Honey, you’re gonna need more than that buffer to get his heels in shape,” Seth told the pedicurist, taking a sip from his bottle of water. “Those things are rough.”

“Hey!” I tried to defend my poor feet but had no argument. I mean, they were feet, and I didn’t really think much about them. However, I had to say this pedicure felt wonderful, and I might be talked into doing this again.

The pedicurist nodded in agreement, and a look of solidarity passed between them.

“I’ve had worse,” she assured me with a gentle smile, scrubbing harder.

“See!” I crowed, shooting Seth a smirk. “She’s had worse.”

“Doubtful,” he smirked, and when I glanced at my pedicurist, she was smirking too. “She just wants to make sure you tip her.”