Page 47 of Mating the Omega

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Mac brought me another cup of tea—decaf, now, since the baby fussed when I drank anything with caffeine in it. “Have you decided on a name for her?” He set it on the table beside me and came to lean over my shoulder and fawn over our child.

“I thought we were doing that together?” I rocked Little Mac, even though she was already asleep, had been, for at least fifteen minutes. I couldn’t bear to put her down.

He kissed the top of my head. “We need to register her soon.”

I gazed down at her beautiful face. “I think she’s going to have your hair.”

“Poor kid.”

I smacked him, but secretly I loved the idea of her having Mac’s hair. “What about Mackena?”

“You’re really trying to name her after me?”

“I like your name.” I liked all of him. And once my omega line was fully healed, I planned to show him. Actually, if the baby napped as well this afternoon as she had yesterday, I might see if he’d let me give him a blow job. ImissedMac, in that way anyhow. In every other way, he was entirely present. “What names do you like?”

“I don’t know. She’ll always be Little Mac to me. You can call her Mackena if you want.”

Yeah, but he didn’t like that. “What about Macy? It’s a little old-fashioned, but it’s got a ring to it.”

He looked thoughtful. “Macy,” he said, like he was tasting it. “I like that. Want me to call and make sure there’s no one with it already?”

“Sure.”

We stayed there for a moment, just the three of us.

Our family.