Page 25 of Loving My Omega (The Perfect Designation Trilogy #2)

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Twenty-Five

COLTON

I woke up alone in bed again. This time it wasn’t nearly as late as before but I curled up, throwing the blankets over my head. Marcus told me he loved me. He actually said the words. Thinking about it, I don’t think I had ever heard an Alpha talk about love. The first time that I heard I love you it was from Sabrina. Meaning it in a family and friend kind of way. This was entirely new.

Burying my face in my hands, I whined and wiggled under the blankets. It made me feel giddy. My wolf had never been so happy. Usually, there was always a melancholy feeling. Since, I had pushed them so far away, the feeling just became a part of my identity. I was melancholy.

Feeling like this, this fulfilled and happy, there was no way I could go back, right? I couldn’t. Marcus was it for me. I could at least accept that. The problem was if I stayed or if I left him to be alone for the rest of our lives. The mere thought sent my wolf into panic. I held my chest, trying to breathe through their own panic attack.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Marcus. Or whether or not I really loved him. Could I accept being his ultimate weakness? Could I accept being the tool for his downfall? Yesterday had been so much. I wanted to know, I was glad that I found out. Except that there was a part of me that regretted it. The part that understood just how much my entire existent could shift the entire trajectory of our kind.

I wished I could talk to Mrs. Truman. She would have been someone safe to tell and I needed her to hit me on the head with her wooden spoon while telling me that it didn’t matter. That I was still me and no stupid category or level was going to change that. Tears filled my eyes as I chuckled. Her wooden spoon was in my box as well. Her gift but probably more like a reminder. Even if she wasn’t here anymore, she could still tell me I was being stupid.

If I told her what Marcus said she’d probably just laugh at me. ‘Of course, you silly pup. I knew he was in love with you the moment I saw him. You’re the one who was too slow on the uptake, dear.’ Or something along those lines. Taking a deep breath, I threw off the covers and got up. As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to stay in bed all day.

Padding into the bathroom, I pulled out my hair from the bun and let it fall down and sit on my shoulders. It was so long now and I didn’t really have the heart to cut it. Usually, Sabrina would do it for me. Running my hands through as I looked in the mirror, having it down like this made me look like a completely different person. There was a hint of what I would look like as an Omega.

My eyes glared at the shower before I decided to jump in. I wondered how long the hot water would last, especially in the middle of a snow storm. The power was still out but the water worked. I didn’t know how the water was heated. Stripping down, I opened the glass door and realized I had no idea how to work this thing. There was an actual touch pad on the wall. Wasn’t that an electrical hazard? What happen to handles for hot and cold?

Closing the door behind me, I looked at the four different shower heads, four more in the wall and one of the wands against the opposite site. Was I in the future? The option for shower seemed the best bet. I almost yelped when four shower heads turned on. My hand covered my mouth as I reached up and pressed the red up arrow a few times. How was I supposed to know how hot the water was what it came out?

After finally getting it to where I felt like it was warm but not too hot, I narrowed my eyes at the shelf with a bunch of products on it. Picking a few of them up, I found a shampoo. Lathering it up, I chuckled. This was definitely Marcus’ main shampoo. It smelled like him. At least, it was complimentary to his own pheromone scent. For some reason, my mother didn’t realize every scent she put on her clashed with her own and it was nauseating. Nothing my sister wore helped with her scent and I sent a silent prayer to whoever had to end up with her.

“Alright. Let’s see if I can get a full shower out of this without it going cold.” I mused to myself before started washing.

Not only did the water not run out, but I even experimented a little with the steam and I’d never felt so pampered in my life. Not even my parents had this level of fancy. I smelled like Marcus from head to toe and I stepped out, grabbing a towel that was hanging on the wall.

It had to be made of clouds. The towel had to be made of clouds. There was no other explanation for it. Burying my face in it, I could sleep with this thing. I wanted to make pajama’s out of it. Maybe Marcus would let me take one back to the apartment. Once I rubbed myself down, I wrapped it around me and stepped into the bedroom.

Last night, Marcus moved my bag into his room and I couldn’t have been happier. When he put me in the guest bedroom, it wasn’t bad . It just was bigger than my apartment and everything felt like too much. I curled up in a ball unable to sleep. The noise outside and the fact that everything felt suffocating because it was too big was an odd feeling.

I riffled through my bag until I found some boxers, pants, a shirt and a sweater. Putting them on the bed, I stared at the bed. My need to fix it for the day took over. Tucking in the towel, I pulled the sheets and blankets up, making the bed as best as I could. Once that was done, I was finally able to get dressed.

Setting the towel to the side, I pulled on my boxers fine. My pants, however, were a different story. They pulled up just fine but when I went to close them, they wouldn’t even zip up all the way. Blinking down at them, I took slow breath.

These were my largest pair I had. I literally wore them last Sunday and Monday, washing them on Wednesday. They fit just fine then. The buttons closed and I had no issues. I tried a couple times but there was just absolutely no way these were closing.

Inhaling, I tried to suck in my stomach. I was able to get them zipped and buttoned but as soon as I relaxed the button didn’t even pretend like it was going to hold. There was no way I could give up though. These were the last ones. They should have lasted a least a little longer.

Balling up my hands into fists, I stared down at the floor. I wasn’t going to cry over this. This was going to happen. I knew it. I wouldn’t cry. It wasn’t something to cry over. It meant good things. It mean that our little girl was growing despite me looking like a skeleton just wearing a costume of a human.

“Colt?”

I looked up to see Marcus, leaning against the doorway. How long had he been there? He also seemed to be fighting a smile as his eyes swept over me. Of course he was wearing his usual button up shirt and slacks. Of course he looked immaculate with his hair combed back and off to the side. His face also was freshly shaved and he was wearing his glasses. It was too much.

Bursting out in tears, I covered my face with my hands. This was beyond embarrassing. This wasn’t something to cry over. I was fine. Nothing was wrong. Absolutely nothing.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.”

“It’s not…I promise…just…”

This was so damn embarrassing. I wanted to be left alone. He didn’t need to see me like this. Marcus was too kind too. He should tell me just to suck it up. I didn’t know how long he was standing there, but I had no doubt he watched my struggle.

His arms wrapped around me and he held me as I sobbed. It was humiliating. I felt his lips press against my head and I expected him to say something but he didn’t. He didn’t say anything as he held me and let me get it all out. Finally, I sniffled and moved my hands, pushing him away a little.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I understand. If you need anything, ask. I’ll be here.”

Sniffling, I nodded. “Can you…grab my hair tie out of the bathroom. It’s on the sink.”

Marcus kissed my forehead before retrieving my hair tie. Looping it through the button hole, I almost started to cry again as the hair tie had to stretch to reach the button. Turning, I looked down at my shirt before I called out to Marcus. He turned from most likely giving me the room to finish dressing.

“Can you come here for a second?”

When he was in front of me, I grabbed his hands with mine. Lifting them up, I kissed each of his palms before laying them on my bump. His eyes widened as he stood, his hands pressed against my belly. I didn’t like to initiate this kind of touch because it was like accepting my Omega side.

He’d touched me under my shirt, but I’d never just let him touch me like this. I didn’t really let me do it to myself either. My heart was about to beat out of my chest and I didn’t dare look up at him right now.

Suddenly, Marcus kneeled down in front of me. His hands were still on me and I tried not to freak out. One look at his face now though, and I knew I could get over it. He was so happy as his thumb rubbed my skin. It always felt so good because his hands were so big that they still made me feel small.

“This is our little girl.”

I nodded. “She is…the size of a banana.”

“A banana?” His eyebrow rose. “Really?”

Nodding again, I chuckled. “Every Thursday, Mike sends me an update. His way of copping with my situation was finding a bunch of information for me. So he sends me updated info every week.” Putting my hands on his, I moved my finger so they were in-between his splayed ones. “Mike helps me with my PCDHS too.”

“You’re what?”

I froze, not realizing what I had said. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Marcus looked up at me, trying to read my face. “It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t affect anything to do with our little girl. It’s nothing to worry about.”

He definitely didn’t believe me. However, he seemed to let it go. Pressing a kiss against my skin, Marcus got up and kissed my lips as well.

“Come on. Let’s get you to eat something. I’m sure you’re hungry. It’s almost eleven.”

The thought of food had the opposite effect. I wanted to skip meals. I wanted to fit into my pants again. I knew it wasn’t a thought I should be having but I couldn’t help it. At the end of the day, I was now fat. Something I had never been in my entire life. I’d been the same size since I was in high school. Maybe a little more muscle after I started at the docks but not enough for me to need to buy new clothes.

Apparently, my stomach did not feel the same. It growled loudly, thinking it was going to be fed. Blushing, I wrapped my arms around my middle. Marcus chuckled and nodded.

“Food. Coming up.”

Groaning, I threw on my shirt and pulled it down. My eyes widened when the material stretched over me. What was happening today? Was the universe just deciding to put a banner on me saying ‘fat one needs new clothes’. Damn it, I was going to start to cry again.

“Colt.”

I looked up at Marcus. “Yeah?” My voice cracked and I winced.

“I love you. All of you. You look amazing.” He smiled and it actually reached his eyes. “I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait to see you continue to thrive and grow our hatchling. Don’t worry about anything else. Alright?”

My eyes filled with tears but I nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes, Alpha.” There were a soft whisper but Marcus acknowledged it.

He nodded down the hall. “Come on. I’ll make pancakes with fruit. You seemed to do okay with the fruit yesterday and I can make the pancakes on the stove.”

“Thank you.” I called out to him as he started to leave. “I…needed to hear that.”

“Any time, Little Omega.”

Walking over to him, he chuckled and shook his head.

“What?”

“Having you here is dangerous.”

My eyebrow rose as I stood on the stairs look up at him. “What do you mean?”

“You…covered in my scent.” He took a step towards me and suddenly, I got the distinct feeling that I was being stalked. “You wearing my shirts.” Another step down and I pressed myself against the glass railing of the stairs. “You in my bed.”

Marcus was now on the same step as me. His eyes were glowing gold and his scent was covering me. That sweet musky scent of burning birchwood. My chest rose and fell, making my breath sound extra loud. He loomed over me, a wicked smile on his face.

“Alpha…” It definitely was closer to a whine than a word.

He brushed my cheek with his finger before sliding it down to my chin and lifting my face up. His kisses were always so all-consuming. I was going to get devoured and I was a willing participant. Every time he stole my breath away and I wanted to melt into a puddle. Slowly, his lips left mine and his green eyes smiled back at me.

“I love it when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” I sounded breathless.

Reaching up, I shivered as his fingers rubbed my ears. I hadn’t even realized I’d shifted. It was happening more and more. I didn’t know if it was because of Marcus and his pheromones or if it was because of the pregnancy. It was on my list of things to ask the doctor though but right now, my control over my body was nonexistent.

A moan came out before I realized it when he hit a spot rubbing my ears. Marcus hummed as he smirked. Making a fist, I punched his abs. Of course it was like punching a wall, but he stopped.

Stepping down, he winked and reached out behind me. I wasn’t fast enough and he encircled my tail and pulled from base to tip. My knees couldn’t take it and I slid down the glass and sat on the stairs. His eyes widened and he reached out, pulling me to him in case I fell forward.

“Colt?”

My wolf had taken over. We were panting, lost in the shockwave of pleasure. Marcus didn’t realize how sensitive I was when I was in wolf form. He had scales and probably felt very little. Since I didn’t shift often, my senses were amplified and then you add on the pregnancy and I was a ticking time bomb.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

I shook my head, finally able to pull my wolf back. “Can we just eat? Please. I’m starving.”

Marcus laughed and nodded, helping me up. “Yeah. We can.”