Page 64 of Perfectly Yours

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Page 64 of Perfectly Yours

Scrambling from the mattress to use the bathroom, I opt in for a shower. Twenty minutes later, I’m staring at the floor-length mirror by the tub. I turn sideways, rubbing my hands along my protruding belly. I’ll have to go in for a checkup sooner rather than later but the evidence of two babies is now clearly there. I’ve enjoyed the last few days of boxer shorts and large shirts, hiding my new body but it’s time to fully embrace it.

Especially since everyone knows.

I redress in the clothes Macon procured for yesterday, leaving behind the panties and leggings as I redo the small belt beneath my chest, tightening it until it’s very obvious that I’m pregnant. If my tits didn’t already give it away. I weather a nervous giggle, unsure of how Macon and Savin will take the change until I hear laughter ringing out from the kitchen. That sounds like Savin. I rush into a scene very different than anything I’ve ever witnessed. Gone is the snoring Omega and standing in front of me is one that has very obviously been given a new chance at life. His movements are still a bit slow, Savin gritting his teeth every so often but it seems more out of frustration than pain.

Savin grins down as he stands by the kitchen island, stuffing a boiled egg into his mouth, Macon’s arms wrapped around his waist as the Alpha peppers kisses along his neck and shoulder. “Stahp! I’m trying to make little shapes out of these sandwiches. Do you think Carleen is going to kill me if I cut off the crust? Fuck, don’t tell her.”

It’s like night and day, watching them together. It’s even different from the night I first met them, both of them enjoying each other’s company, their scents strong and thick as they wrap around me. I can’t imagine how freeing this version of Savin is—especially for Macon who’s seen more bad days than good.

“She doesn’t have to know unless I tell her that you’re defiling her creations.” Macon chuckles, kissing his neck again before he halts and his attention turns to me. “Ellie, sweetheart. You look gorgeous.” Savin looks up from where he’s been using a cookie cutter to create cute sandwich cutouts before rushing over to me. It’s more of a slow walk, frustration building in his expression that he can’t move any faster. I still brace myself for when he throws himself at me, holding me tight against him.

“Goddess, you’re so pregnant. I love it. Imagine six months from now. Or when they’re running around? I can’t wait, angel,” he purrs in my ear, rocking me from side to side until I tap him to stop lest he makes me sick. Savin grabs my hand and leads me to one of the stools. I continue to watch him, confused about how one little syringe could change him so much. He’s still the same Savin but without the pain weighing him down. “Stop looking at me like that. It’s like I got a boost of energy. I’m sure it’ll wear off but I’m milking it for now.”

“What did your doctor say?” Savin doesn’t answer me so I look to Macon, worried that there’s an end date. “Alpha-”

“That his symptoms are normal. It’s a long-term medication, Ellie, so it’s more of a bandaid than a permanent solution. Maybe at some point in the future, they’ll discover something else but for now, as long as the medication is delivered on a schedule, there shouldn’t be any huge setbacks.” Macon’s gaze follows Savin who is delicately preparing a plate with his cookie-cutter sandwiches. “We take it one day at a time.”

Savin stumbles a step and then throws his hand up to keep us from worrying. “Just weak, not pain. I promise. It seems that it doesn’t help everything.” He shoots us a small smile before walking a plate around the counter and setting it in front of me. “I usually always cut off the crust. Don’t tell your sister. I just wanted to make you breakfast.” I can hear the words without him saying it. He wanted to do something while he still has his strength. I stare at the little cucumber star sandwiches, boiled eggs, and a few strips of bacon on the plate. “I’m not overexerting myself. I’m fine.” He gives me a small twirl which doesn’t really ease my worries so I point to the seat next to me.

“At least sit for me?”

“As you wish, angel.” He happily plops onto the stool and props his elbows up on the counter, watching me pop a sandwich into my mouth. Macon rounds the counter to grant me a firm hug, reminding me that he’s here as well. “Now can we talk about the future? I’m ready!” Savin is nearly vibrating out of his skin as Macon snorts at his lack of self-control.

“Maybe let’s let Ellie tell us what she envisions first?”

Savin grumbles but I’m all for that option. I stuff another sandwich into my mouth before figuring out the right words. “Alpha, you mentioned that this is my house too and… I would like that. If you’ll still have me.” Savin gives a resounding yes, a smile spreading across my Alpha’s lips. “I still have my classes and there’s only this semester left before I want to graduate.” Again, more yes’ meet my criteria. “I’m not sure I can still work at Euphoria right now but… I want to go back at some point.”

This is the part that I’m dreading. An Alpha who claims to be understanding then shows his possessive side. I should know better, though. Macon isn’t like that and Savin would enjoy every last minute as I dance in front of him. “Ellie, I’m not going to tell you what you can and can’t do. If I think it’s harmful to your health or the babies, I’ll step in. I agree with your decision to step back from Euphoria but only because you’ve been tired a lot lately and I don’t want anything to happen.” He kisses my head and points at the plate. “Eat. I have an emergency meeting that can’t wait, however, I’ll just be down the road.”

I twist around as Macon grabs some of the dishes and sticks them into the sink. “Wait, what if his heat starts?”

“Ellie, he’s currently in heat. I’ve told you before that it manifests differently than others. He’s conscious during most of it.” Macon returns to my side, laying a passionate kiss on my lips, his hands moving to my waist and his thumbs running along the curve of my belly.

I don’t understand any of these changes. I feel like I’ve been thrown in the deep end and I’m starting to drown. Yesterday, I understood how to take care of Savin, how to help him through his heat. Now, all of that has changed. What’s more, is that Macon is leaving. None of my training and what I know of Omegas is adding up.

“Alpha, I feel like I’m hearing some inside joke I don’t understand. It’s frustrating.” I fist my hands in his shirt, needing him to explain when Savin steps into the conversation.

“Ellie, my heats have always been abnormal. I don’t succumb to them the same way. I’m still out of it, I guess but it’s more of an absolute need to have my mates beside me, in me, etc. I’ve never wanted to be coddled and hovered around, even before my health issues. Macon has always gone to work until I need him. It makes me feel less… useless.”

My face contorts as I glare at him, searching those sea-glass eyes. “You’re not useless.”

Savin shrugs. “I know that but taking him away from his work when a cold shower will do just fine? It felt like I was being annoying. So I never called until I needed to. He’s always stayed close or been in the next room. He knows before I do when I need him. It just so happens that you’re here now.”

“So I can coddle you?”

“No, so I can fuck you until he gets home.” A wild grin splits his face, my anxiety settling again. Goddess, I’m a mess and I’m blaming the fact that I’m pregnant.

“You have such a way with words. Macon, are you sure you can’t stay?”

The Alpha straightens up, shaking his head. “I’d like to get this fixed as soon as possible. I’m meeting with some of the executives who are going to ban any contact with my mother under threat of police action. I have to sign a few papers to enforce it and I want to do it now before Savin needs both of us.”

He moves to kiss Savin the same way he did me, Savin taking his time to enjoy his Alpha. When his scent spikes, the Omega starting to perfume, I know that today is going to be filled with a lot of activities—none of them being schoolwork. I make a mental note to text my sister and Tati that I’ll be out of commission for a few days. The thought of spending those days in Savin’s nest excites me especially since I’ve seen how wild Savin was before the medicine.

By late afternoon, I’m bored. Savin passed out on the couch, falling into a peaceful sleep that he desperately needed. Macon left a list of symptoms that are 100% normal and I've memorized every last one. Sleeping a lot is one of them. Being dizzy or sluggish is another. I saw the second this morning, Savin frustrated that he couldn't move faster. The sleeping, though, normal as it is makes the house so much quieter than I've been used to. Still, not wanting to wake him, I find myself wandering the hall and washing the bedding. One of the maids would be here at some point after Savin’s heat but I need something to occupy myself which includes getting my hands dirty.

However, that is only one load of laundry and even wiping down the counters in the kitchen doesn’t take long enough to steal my attention. I walk through each of my symptoms, groaning when I realize that somehow I’m weathering Savin’s heat just in a different capacity. Anxious and irritable, unable to sit still? That’s what my fucking Omega should be experiencing but no, he’s curled up in an adorable little ball on the couch, perfuming so heavily that everything smells like freshly baked pie.

I’m going to suffocate in this place.




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