Page 11 of I Can't Bear It
“Well, about that.” Wolf grabbed a red folder off the stack to his left and tossed it to me. “I was talking to my mate, Ollie, last night about the project we are working on, and he mentioned that the GSC might be willing to spare a few more agents to the training center for special projects, especially newly mated agents. The folder I gave you has all the information about the position and the type of activities we would expect of you.”
I flipped through the benefits package, amazed that it was even more generous than GSC. “This looks like an incredible offer but I’m unsure I would want to leave GSC, however. They have been a great organization to work for, and I’m not sure what the future holds right now. What if Peter, Georgi, and I need to move again because of his psycho ex? With GSC, I cantake cases from all over the world. With the training center, you only have a couple of locations.”
“That is true, although we are looking to expand further if we can get more trusted trainers. But I also have some news on the crazy ex front.” Wolf took another folder off the stack, a royal-blue color. “I don’t think we need to worry about him any longer.”
“What do you mean?” I looked at the folder’s contents, shocked to see the signed divorce papers and pictures of the ex with a new omega wearing a rather large engagement ring. “I know that omega. He is from one of the families out east. Frankie, I think.”
“That’s him.” Wolf stood up and refilled his mug of coffee. “I remember that the families wanted those two to marry, but then your omega got in the picture, and the alpha tried to leave his family. But after his brothers all died in that accident a few years ago, he started getting sucked back into the life. It seems the families are finally getting their way.”
“I have to go tell Peter.” I stood, thinking about how relieved my mate would be once I told him. “This is excellent news, considering he’s carrying my baby.”
“Excuse me.” Wolf coughed up his coffee. “Did you just say that Peter is pregnant, and I am only now finding out?”
“Well, to be fair, we only found out a few days ago and have been letting the news sink in. Being in hiding and expecting a child while raising the handful who is Georgi was a lot of stress. We needed to let Peter wrap his head around it before adding in everyone around us knowing and bombarding him with questions or advice.”
“That makes a lot of sense.” Wolf clasped my shoulder and squeezed, slapping the red folder to my chest with his other hand. “Congratulations, man. You are going to be an amazing father. Give Peter my regards. And here, take this and discussit with your family. Let me know by the end of the week. I look forward to working with you.”
“I will do that.” I chuckled and walked out the door. I had a mate to surprise with some excellent news.
***
“Honey, we’re home.” I let Georgi and myself in and put the keys in the bowl next to the door. If I didn’t, I would never find them tomorrow morning. “Where are you?”
“In the kitchen.” Peter poked his head out from around the corner and smiled. “Why don’t the two of you wash your hands and then meet me by the oven. There just might be some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies waiting for taste testers.”
I never saw a kid run faster than Georgi did to the bathroom to wash his hands.
“I take it those are his favorite.” I stopped to kiss Peter’s cheek.
“Actually, no.” My mate grinned widely. “He prefers sugar cookies. You should see him run then.”
“So, you are saying that he needs to join a track team, but the finish line needs to have sugar cookies waiting for him.”
“That should work. And don’t forget a glass of chocolate milk.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Let me wash my hands, and I’ll join you for some treats and good news.”
“Good news?”
“Wait. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
After using some fancy coconut-and-lime sea salt soap that the apartment came with, I met Peter and Georgi in the kitchen. Georgi’s face already sported a chocolate mustache from the treat.
“You have to have one, Karl.” Georgi handed me one of the most delicious-looking cookies I had ever seen. They are still warm and gooey. You will love Papa’s cookies.”
“I am sure I will, buddy.” I took a bite and almost groaned at the heavenly sensation in my mouth. If I weren’t already head over foot in love with Peter, these cookies would have pushed me over the ledge. “These are amazing.”
“Told you.” Georgi snagged another off the cooling racks when his papa wasn’t looking.
“I saw that.” Peter shook his head at his sheepish son. “Go ahead, but that is the last one until after dinner. I’m making spaghetti.”
“And meatballs?” Georgi bounced on his feet.
“Of course.” Peter tilted his head.
“And garlic bread.”
“Who eats spaghetti without that? Of course. Now, do your reading for the day in your room, and I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”