Page 91 of The Omega's Fake Mate

He must have gleaned that much from hearing my end of the conversation.

“Yeah. Crazy, huh? Seems like they announced their pregnancy just yesterday.”

“Time flies.” Zander sat up too. Neither of us was all that sleepy anymore, it seemed. “You're getting bigger too,” he noticed.

I was, but I didn't need him to point that out. “Was that a complaint?”

“Not at all.” In the darkness of the bedroom, I couldn'tseeZander grin at me, but I heard it in his voice, anyway.

“You're such a perv.”

“I like what I like.” Zander said, gently resting his hand on my stomach. I was six months along now, and yeah, I was getting big.

“Well, enjoy it while it lasts, because I'm not gonna let you knock me up again after this.”

“Aw, you sure? I can be pretty convincing.”

I had to laugh because he sounded so silly, stroking my large belly in the dark and trying to be sexy. “Totally sure,” I said. “And also totally not in the mood.” I felt like a whale and actually, I really needed to pee.

“I'll survive,” Zander said. “Oh, I just felt him move.”

“Yeah, I think he's a night owl.”

“Maybe we should just call him that, Night Owl,” Zander suggested. “Since we can't seem to settle on a name.”

I snorted. “You're only saying that because I don't want to call him after a Lord of the Rings character.”

“I don't know why you're so stubborn about that. It's an iconic work of literary—”

“We're talking about a name for our child. I'll let you name our next pet after a dwarf or hobbit.”

“Legolas is an elf. And a perfectly fine name.”

“Not for this child.”

“Fine.” Zander sighed. “I have a little more time to make you see reason.”

I shook my head getting out of bed. “Not that much longer,” I said on my way to the bathroom. It hit me then that itreallywasn't much longer. Griff had already given birth tonight and in a few short months, it would be my turn.

Glancing back in the direction of the bedroom where my alpha waited for me, somehow that thought didn't scare me as much anymore.

* * *

When we gotto the hospital the next morning, it seemed the rest of the family had already visited before us. Zander said it was my fault for refusing to get up on time. I shamelessly played the I'm-pregnant-and-need-my-sleep card. Never mind that Ialwaysneeded my sleep—but that should go without saying.

“I was wondering whether you guys would show up,” Dean said when we entered the room. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed where Griff was holding the newest addition to the family. They both looked tired. But happy, too.

“Of course we were gonna show up,” I said, approaching the bed to hand Griff the blue balloons and the stuffed toy (a red lion with a squishy face) we’d purchased at the overpriced gift store downstairs. “Congratulations! This is for the baby!”

Griff's baby was the cutest little thing. I'd never been one toooohandaaahabout newborns, but when I held Griff's newest son in my arms, all I could think about was that I was next. Would my baby look anything like Aiden? I was sure he was going to have that sweet newborn scent too. Not even the typical hospital smell in the air around us could distract my nose from it.

“He's super adorable,” I told the happy parents.

“Isn't he?” Griff beamed.

“Just as adorable as the last one,” Dean confirmed. “We make good babies.”

“I'm sure we do too,” Zander said into my ear, draping an arm around my shoulders.