Page 43 of Perfectly Yours
“Look at me, sweetheart. You want us to prove that our love isn’t just the bond, I can’t do that. It’s what brought us together. It’s what snagged my attention but goddess, it’s not what’s keeping me here, wanting you and everything you have to offer.” Macon shifts forward so that he’s on his knees, a few inches taller than me now. One hand rests beside me, the other pinching my chin so that my gaze is locked on his. “However, if you want me to prove that our love will weather anything that comes at us, challenge accepted. I hope you're ready because you haven't seen how hard I can love. How bad I want you. How much I crave you. The world wants you to believe that you don't have a place. But you do. Right here. With us. And if you don't believe that, then we're not doing our job."
Those three words are at the tip of his tongue, hovering between us before Macon leans forward to press his lips to mine. He’s dashed my insecurities, telling me that there’s nothing to worry about. Between him and Savin, I will have everything I need when it comes to figuring out where I belong.
Macon takes his time, kissing me slowly. His tongue swipes along the seam of my lips, drawing a moan from my throat as I cling to him. Seconds later, I feel a second set of lips on my neck, Savin’s sweet scent wrapping around us. The moment is perfect as we sup from each other, needing the closeness. When Macon finally pulls away, Savin drags me into his lap, a wild grin plastered on his face.
“They’re really mine?” He whispers, staring at my belly.
“Yeah, they are.” I grab Savin’s hand and lay it on my stomach. He won’t be able to feel much but it’s his touch that settles me even further. I snuggle into his chest, Macon sitting beside us and dragging my feet onto his lap. He slips off my water-sodden shoes before moving to massage my feet. My back arches in their hold, Savin moving his hand beneath my shirt to caress my belly.
Savin drags his nose along my cheek, leaving his scent in droves. “We always wanted babies but with everything happening, there wasn’t time and we hadn’t found anyone we truly loved enough to bring into our home.” Another moan falls from my lips, Savin chuckling in response. “Feels good?”
“My doctor mentioned that it would be better to be around the father which is why I am still—was confused.”
The Omega pulls me even tighter against his chest. “If anything, it makes me love you more.” The words don’t sound as foreign as I thought they would, neither Savin nor Macon missing a beat as they allow me to draw from their strength. Every fear and worry that I had just flies right out of the window. It’s not perfect and I’ll still have doubts but they’re telling me that none of it matters.
That the bond is in addition to our feelings, not the other way around.
My foot jerks forward when Macon reaches a particularly good spot, the Alpha laughing when my face heats in embarrassment. “We don’t have to take all the steps at once, sweetheart. Whatever you’re comfortable with, we’ll start there.”
“I want to work with this but I can’t lose me.” I struggle to sit up, pulling my feet closer so that I can see them both. “I’ve worked very hard to come this far, for school and my job. They’re things that I enjoy and I don’t want to give them all up because of this. Fuck, that sounds horrible.”
Macon shakes his head. “No, it sounds reasonable. It’d be rude to ask you to drop everything to be with us. However,” he breaks off as I yawn, concern filtering through his features. “just a few questions. Are you sleeping here?”
“I’m staying. My sister dropped me off.”
“I’m glad you didn’t drive. And this last question isn’t something you need to answer now but it is something I want you to think about. You weren’t planning on telling us and I can respect that. I do want to know whatever your plans are, though. I don’t want our desires and our excitement to cloud your decision. Whatever you decide, I want that too.” Macon stands and presses a kiss to my forehead before heading toward the bedrooms.
I don’t know what to do with those words, frowning as I lean back against Savin’s chest. Macon has told me that he sees me and not only that but that the choice is mine. I twist around to look up at Savin, the Omega sitting there, shocked. His hand has fallen to my belly again, rubbing in little circles. It takes him a few minutes to blink and then meet my gaze.
“We’ve always wanted kids, Ellie. Always. But Macon? He’s wanted it more than anything. We looked at adoption and possibly an Omega center where the kid was too young to have been dropped off. Foster care but… for him to not try and push his choice on you?” He winces and then sighs, silently asking me not to call attention to his pain.
So, I focus on what he’s saying instead. “You think he would?” I ask, concerned.
Savin shakes his head, bending down to kiss me softly. “No. He wouldn’t but saying those words and thinking them are two different things. Macon’s fallen for you, angel. So have I. But he’s right. You were thrown headfirst into this and I want to get this right.”
I kiss him back, stringing an arm around his neck. “I want to be a mother, Savin. And…” I huff out a breath. “I want to be yours and Macon’s.” Needing to say the same to the Alpha who just left us, I scramble off Savin’s lap, nearly barrelling into Macon when I turn down the hallway. “I want to be a mother,” I wheeze.
He stares down at me, his hands on my waist steadying my unstable form. “What?”
“You were trying to tell me that my choice is mine. Macon, I want these babies. I want you and Savin. I want-”
“Thank fuck,” he growls as he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His lips crash to mine as he demands my submission. A wall soon hits my back and I throw my arms around Macon’s neck, giggling as his touch softens, his grip on my thighs loosening until I feel like a piece of porcelain in his hands.
“Is this happening?” He grunts at my question and I leave a small kiss on his lips. “Then don’t treat me like glass. I’m not fragile.”
“But the babies-”
Savin bursts out laughing from the living room. “That’s not how that works.”
Macon searches my expression before his grip on my thighs tightens again, almost painfully. A moan tears from my throat as I bury my face into his neck, nibbling at the skin there. “Yes, just like that.”
Chapter thirty-one
MACON
She’s in my arms, kissing me back, carrying our babies. She’s here. With us. Telling us that she wants this relationship we’re trying to figure out.
I carry her to the nest, laying her down gently regardless of what she said. Ellie isn’t fragile but this isn’t territory that I’m used to. Pregnancy is a new world for Savin and me, although he seems to be holding it together better than I am. The mild anxiety swirling in my chest grows as Ellie struggles to sit up, her attention falling on Savin who’s propped up at the opposite side of the nest.