Page 51 of Omega's Pretend Mate

“He-he has your hair, and he's perfect, and I love you,” I wailed.

Christian leaned in and nuzzled my cheek. “I love you too, Gabe, and him. I love you both, and I’m so glad you’re in my life.”

“It’s time to cut the cord, dad,” the doctor announced cheerily.

“Mind if I go finalize the eviction so the doctor can clear out his things?” Christian asked.

I half-laughed, half-cried as I nodded. “Get to it.”

I watched my mate for a moment, then a small sound pulled my focus back to the baby on my chest.

He was there, proof of our love.

“What’s his name?” a nurse asked as Christian reappeared beside me.

I glanced at my alpha and smiled, then turned back to her. “Bryan.”

“Hello there Bryan,” she said softly, then turned back to me. “Is it ok if I take him to weigh and measure?”

I nodded, and allowed her to take him aside.

“Thank you,” I said, looking up at Christian.

“For what?” he asked.

“For everything. For being a friend when I needed one, and for agreeing to help when I thought I was going to lose my house. But more than anything, thank you for loving me, and for being my mate, and for giving me such a perfect baby.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to thank me for any of that my love, because we did it together. And we’ll keep doing things together for the rest of our lives.”

I nodded as tears welled in my eyes again. He was right. We had the rest of our lives to look forward to.

Together.