Page 80 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Viktor

"Remember how Evie didn't get post-heat cramps and that's how they knew something was up?" Wolfe says, taking a few large steps away from the very sick Anastasia.

The entire plane ride home was a nightmare for Ana.

"You're okay," Cas coos. He's got one hand in her hair, holding it out of her face, and the other carefully rubs circles over her back.

"No fucking way," I whisper as Wolfe's words finally process in my thick skull.

Ana finally shakes her head and says, "Okay, I think I'm done."

I head over, bringing her the roll of paper towels and a bottle of water. Rafe heads to the truck and grabs out a plastic bag for her trash.

"Hey, dollface," Wolfe says, biting his lip. "You think maybe we knocked you up?"

"What?" Anastasia gasps, rubbing a hand over her stomach. "No, I still have a few weeks before I'm supposed to get the next shot."

"Yeah," Wolfe says, chuckling to himself. "But you've been puking your guts up the entire way home."

"It's a bug," Ana says, indignation lining her tone.

"And you're the only one who caught it?" Wolfe asks.

"Stop," Cas says, shaking his head. "If you want to know for sure then we can stop by a pharmacy and grab a test."

"It's not necessary," Ana grumbles, letting me help her into the back seat of the truck. "Maybe it's food poisoning?"

"Maybe," I concede. A giddy wave of excitement pulses through my system. I'd say that's highly doubtful since we've all eaten from the same restaurants.

Anastasia jabs a short finger at me, and I crack a wide smile.

"Don't get all excited. You're going to feel really shitty when I've caught the flu and pass it to all of you," she says, huffing a sigh.

"Fair enough, princess," I agree, kissing her forehead as I buckle her in.

"Are we making a pitstop at the pharmacy?" Wolfe asks, climbing into the driver's seat.

"As long as it's quick. I already know it's the only way that the three of you will shut up," Ana says, leaning her head back against the seat.

"It'll take less than five minutes," I assure her.

"That can't be right," Anastasia says, frowning at the stick. She's sitting on the edge of the tub.

"It's not like we swapped it out for a fake," Wolfe says, laughing behind his hand. He holds his hand up for a high-five. We clap, and Ana glares.

"Are you unhappy?" Cas asks, tossing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. "Is it a bad thing if you are pregnant?"

She's quiet for so long that I start to panic. Maybe Wolfe and I are assholes. I know I've got fifteen years on her, but I'm about to bubble over with pure fucking glee.

"No," Ana says, her eyes fly up to mine. "It's not a bad thing at all. I just don't understand. I didn't do this on purpose…"

"None of us think that," Wolfe assures her. He kneels in front of her and kisses the hell out of her.

"No birth control outside of abstinence is one-hundred percent effective," Cas adds like he's our sex-ed teacher. He shrugs. "Sometimes things happen."

"We'll check in with Lydia in the morning," I say, pulling her up and into my arms.

"Okay," Ana agrees.

I help Anastasia into my bed and lie down, facing her. Cas and Rafe pile in next to us.

"I guess you fuckers better get serious about filing the paperwork for pack marriage," Anastasia says, grinning at me. "I'm not popping out a kid unless we're married."

"I'll print the application form in the morning," Cas says.

Wolfe snorts.

I fall asleep holding the woman I love. Having kids will be great, but I've got all I really need right here in my arms.