Page 40 of Perfectly Yours
Chatter starts up as we leave and I know that the speech Jace so desperately needed from us has now been completed. Savin shakes beside me and I see that it’s from adrenaline and not pain or fear. His expressive eyes are dancing as we walk out to the car, my Omega hopping into the front seat, a wild smile slowly spreading across his lips. “That felt really good, Macon.”
“I bet it did,” I purr, reaching across the console to kiss my Omega. His fierce words in there have me hard for him but I know that he won’t have the energy for that. By the time we get home, he’ll be out cold and he won’t be ready for anything more than a cuddle.
Not that I’m complaining. Some of my best memories are with Savin wrapped around me, his head stuffed in my neck as he engulfs my scent.
Heading home, I chuckle when little snores fill the car. Savin’s head has rolled to the side, leaning on the window, his mouth open. My phone dings and I see a message pop up.
I’m home.
Something feels off and just as I go to call her, another message filters in.
There’s something else I need to tell you but I just need some time. I’m coming back on Thursday. I’ll tell you then.
That sounds ominous and I hate it but there’s nothing I can do without disrespecting the space she asked for. I press the voice-to-text button to send her a message of her own.
Can’t wait to see you again. Sleep well, sweetheart.
Silence meets my words but I don’t expect a text. When we pull up the driveway, the phone dings one last time, and the words bring me hope that maybe we haven’t undone everything we’ve built.
Goodnight, Alpha.
Chapter twenty-eight
ELLIE
The next day passes slowly, my anxiety rising with each passing moment. Savin and Macon send me several sweet messages, the warm fuzzy feelings growing with every word I read. Well, Macon’s messages are sweet. Savin’s are a mixture of missing me and telling me all the fun things he’s going to do to me the moment I step through the door. In some ways, I envision Savin as a mini-Alpha, whispering dirty words in my ear as he takes me apart.
I know why I’m drawn to Savin so fiercely but it’s still a little strange, that it’s this insatiable need I can’t squash on my own. Dr. Kelly confirmed my suspicions this afternoon—that I’m pregnant with Savin’s twins—while assuring me that everything was normal and the babies were healthy. My sweetened scent is reminiscent of carrying an Omega’s children and the heightened emotions and craving for Savin sealed the deal.
Carleen squealed over the ultrasound pictures for several minutes when I exited the office, demanding an entire rundown of absolutely everything while also researching the best foods during pregnancy. I absolutely love her support and the way she continues to tell me that whatever my choice is, she’s going to be there for me. By the time we got back to the apartment, I gathered the ultrasound pictures and retired to my bedroom with a pint of mint and dragon fruit ice cream.
With every bite, I’d gently run my fingers over the blurry photo, losing the rest of my day staring at my future.
Babies.
Two of them.
I chew on my tongue ring, caressing my bloated belly with one hand and holding the picture in the other once I've finished my ice cream. My phone buzzes at my side and I grab it, smiling at Tati’s frantic texts. I haven’t spoken with anyone since the appointment this afternoon—aside from my sister—and I’ve been relatively subdued at work and classes.
Bitch, pick up the phone! I want baby details!
I snort and do so, Tati not even giving me a chance to say hello. “So? I know that damn appointment was hours ago and now it’s nearly midnight.”
“Twins,” I say confidently, falling in love with the idea of two little babies running around at some point. My heart is falling for kids that don’t even exist, already trying to pick names for the little ones in my belly. “And they’re Savin’s.” Should I be telling Tati? Probably not but I need her and my sister to keep me sane. Carleen already knew and burst out laughing when I told her. She mentioned something like ‘You smell like a damn Omega’ so I guess no one is really surprised.
Tati giggles and I grunt when my gaze falls on the empty ice cream container so I make my way into the kitchen for more. “Now what? You telling them?”
“I think I have to,” I push out as I grab the rose-infused chocolate flavor from the freezer, Carleen raising an eyebrow from the couch. She’s not a big fan of these strange flavors but this is the second serving I’ve had today so I understand her concern. I shrug it off as I snatch a clean spoon and escape back to my room, climbing onto the mattress. “Dr. Kelly said the symptoms might get harder to navigate without my mates, especially since I’ve already been around them.” The top of the pint comes off and I dig in, swallowing a moan of appreciation.
Tati sighs. “You’re also starting to show which is weird as fuck. I definitely thought I’d be the one getting accidentally pregnant first. They’re going to notice the next time ya’ll have an orgy. Oh, don’t make that face. I know you’re making one. I know being in bed with them must be sexy as fuck. Anywho, you keeping your shift tomorrow night? I told Lewis we’re doing a routine because fuck if I'm letting anyone touch you while you’re pregnant while you wait tables.”
With another spoonful of cream halfway to my mouth, I freeze. “It’s never been that bad.” Nothing I can’t handle, anyway. There are a few regular sleazeballs but I've never been groped like some of the other girls.
“Oh, Ellie. Are you stupid? I’m not worried for you. I’m worried for that poor guy. Packs are usually really protective of their pregnant mates. Pretty sure Macon will find that fucking guy and rip his arm off. Savin will probably try or just ruin the guy’s career. Astors to the rescue!” Tati starts cackling.
My face heats in shame at the idea of Macon stomping into Euphoria and throwing some poor bastard across the room. Unfortunately, the shame quickly switches with desire as I imagine the Alpha roughly grabbing my throat as he demands me to tell him who I belong to. Just the thought has a moan slipping from my lips. “Fuck.”
“You just imagined them coming to save you, didn’t you? You horny bitch. I fucking love you. Now, get some sleep and I’ll terrorize you when I pick you up for school.” I’m about to contest that when she adds, “Neither Carleen nor I are going to let you ride your beautiful death trap. We have babies to think about. Fuck, I’m going to be an auntie. Godmother? Both. Definitely both. Goodnight! Oh, send me a picture!”