Page 15 of Shopping for His Omega (Omegas of Oliver Creek #15)

Daniel

Just when I thought everything was as perfect as it could get, my mate brought me a whole new level of joy. We were going to have a kitten, and everything about our life focused on our positions as fathers in waiting.

Mav’s nausea ebbed after the first trimester, fortunately, because it was hard to watch him struggle, and I feared I’d kept him from fully enjoying himself.

He refused to take time off of work, insisting that he would do it when it became necessary, but for now, he would try to be there as much as possible.

And while he missed a few days and occasionally went in late early on, by the thirteenth week, he was hale and hearty and eating up a storm. My wolf went into overdrive.

Feed the omega, he demanded all day and night. He grows our young.

As if I didn’t know. Fortunately, I shared his opinion and leapt into action to prepare every dish I thought he might enjoy, that would nourish him and give him pleasure at the same time.

I got up early to make him a hot breakfast, packed his lunch and a variety of snacks, and made sure I got home early enough to prepare a well-balanced dinner.

Then, before bed, another snack to help keep his blood sugar balanced until morning.

After years of living alone and eating sandwiches and frozen dinners, this was a true joy.

My dads loved to cook and had brought me into the kitchen with them from the time I was a toddler, but I hoped I could do a little better now than when I was squishing bread dough in my fat little toddler fists.

“Alpha, is dinner almost ready?” My mate came into the kitchen from the living room where he’d been watching movies. “Do we have a little time?”

“We have time.” Not much, but I could turn down the oven and keep the roast and potatoes warm. “What did you have in mind?”

“My rabbit wants to go out one more time before I get too big to shift. Quinn said I need to stop soon.”

“Of course. Let’s go right now.” I adjusted the temperature on the oven and took off my apron. “If you want to go anywhere far, I’ll turn the oven off.”

“No, just out back.” He wrinkled his nose, so much like his rabbit. “A hop, skip, and a jump.”

“Cute.” I booped his nose and took his hand. “It’s a nice cool night to be out in our fur.”

We undressed on the back porch before heading out into the middle of the yard to shift.

I held back a moment, never tiring of watching him take on his fur.

And enjoying the sight of him without any clothes on.

Sometimes, his confidence was a bit low, as his body changed with the growth of our child, but I always did my best to show him that he was even sexier as his belly swelled and his nipples darkened and grew puffy and sensitive to touch.

He had explained his rabbit was the shifter-beast version of some kind of fancy European rabbit, but all I knew was he was incredibly soft.

So before shifting, I dropped to my knees to stroke him, burying my fingers in the silkiness.

He always loved it, but when he twitched an ear, it was time.

Submitting to my wolf, I felt the vibration that signaled the beginning of the shift.

It always felt odd, ticklish almost when the fur sprouted, but the transformation moved fast, and soon I stood on four legs ready to leap over the back fence and into the open area beyond.

Mav had admitted that one of the reasons he loved the house, along with the fact that it held my history, was the access to an area where we could shift conveniently.

His home did not have that, and his new tenants would have to drive a short distance to become their deer.

But we had the advantage of the beautiful field and the small forest at the other side for our rabbit and wolf to play in.

My wolf was smitten by the gray bunny, and he loved nothing more than to frolic and play with him in the tall grasses.

It was impossible to tell he was pregnant in his rabbit form, and it did not seem to slow him down.

People thought all the larger animals were fast, but his bunny was almost as speedy as my wolf.

And in chasing games, he could hide almost anywhere, although when we flattened out, he could go so still, it gave him some advantage as well.

The fact that we were not going to be doing this for a while added a poignancy to the evening, and we stayed out longer than usual.

Most times, we stayed in the field, but tonight, we moved on into the woods, padding along the game trails and sniffing out the other beasts.

My wolf was not in hunting mode but protective.

He always was when we were out with our more vulnerable rabbit mate, but since he became pregnant, that increased by a hundred times.

After we hopped and ran for a while, we turned back toward the yard and snuggled on the porch before shifting back. We nosed the rabbit then eased back and watched him take his skin.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Mav stroked my wolf, long firm caresses from head to tail that had the wolf in ecstasy. “Such a powerful wolf.” My beast loved it, lying unmoving under his touch until he finally sniffed the air. “Dinner smells good.”

And just like that, my wolf shrank deep inside, releasing my two-legged form who would serve the roast and vegetables to our mate.

Feed the omega.

Dinner was delicious, the brownie sundae we shared for dessert just as tasty, but when we were curled up on the blue couch together with my tablet, the next fun part of the evening began.

“I can’t believe we managed to get everything sorted out so we can finally work on the nursery,” I said while Mav brought up the website we’d been peeking at for the past few weeks.

Our initial plan to have everything organized in our home within a week had failed, and we had handled the mess by stuffing it in the guest room and working through one box at a time.

But the guest room was going to be the baby’s room, giving us an incentive to get it emptied out.

“We got it done,” Mav said. “But there’s so much left to do. ”

“It’s a blank slate.” I pulled him in close to me where we could share the screen. “Now, we need a theme.” There was so much left to do, but if we just made the selections, it would happen. “What do you think our kitten would like?”

So many choices to look at online, and each one was more enticing than the one before. Animals? Circus? Rainbows? “I don’t know.” He swiped the screen, bringing up a whole page of cartoon themes. “Could we do a mural of some kind?”

“We can do whatever you like.” Especially because the store was finally making enough that I had quit my other job and had some free time.