Page 21 of Such a Brave Omega
“Excuse me,” someone said and walked by me with a newborn in one of those fabric carriers strapped to their front.
That was when it all hit me.
The exhaustion.
The nausea from the sight of all my favorite foods.
The fluttering in my belly which I thought was from being in love with Bronson.
Still, despite the gag-inducing smells from all kinds of food, I was starving.
“One steak and cheese, grilled, please. Double steak.”
While the person behind the counter grilled up my sandwich, I ducked between aisles. There was one thing I needed.
A pregnancy test.
My hands shook as I tapped the card on the reader to pay for everything. I found my way back to the house in no time since I practically sprinted.
A pregnancy test.
I tossed the sandwich on the counter and went to the guest bathroom since it was the closest to me. After skimming the instructions, I peed on the stick and then slid to the floor with my back against the wall.
We hadn’t talked about kids. Or even if that was a possibility. Bronson didn’t know about my previous miscarriage.
Goddess, what if I lost this one too and he hated me—threw me out on the streets like Ryder threatened to.
What if he hated me because my womb was broken? Because I was broken as an omega?
When the timer on my phone went off, I reached for the stick and saw the two blue lines. Two meant pregnant. That much I hadn’t skimmed over.
Pregnant. Me.
With my sweet alpha’s baby. I had to tell him, but in that moment, holding the stick, locked in that tiny powder room, I didn’t know how. Certainly not by text or over the phone, but how would I face him and give him the news.
Because I would have to tell him about the other baby.
The one I’d lost.
Because I wasn’t strong enough to keep it, to protect it against Ryder and his violence.
My stomach gurgled from not eating all day, making me get up and answer the call. I washed my face and went to thekitchen. I had to be strong for this babe inside me. This one would make it.
This time I was strong.
Now to figure out a way to tell my mate.
Chapter Nineteen
Bronson
A case at work was keeping me from taking Tate to the club for a real fun daddy/little evening, but he was being so sweet about it that I didn’t let it worry me too much. Getting home at nine or even later, I knew I’d find dinner keeping warm in the oven and the loving embrace of my omega afterward for a night of lovemaking.
When I kept telling my partners about work being so absorbing, they teased me a little about wanting to stay home on my honeymoon in the evenings, and I couldn’t deny the fact that I liked being with Tate. We hadn’t delved too deeply into the daddy/little side of things, although we talked about it a great deal. I’d never needed to be little very often, but with this man, it seemed easy to be in any form that took. Big. Little. Wolf. And his wolf? Well, mine was more than smitten.
“I’m going out for a run before dinner, if it will hold a little longer?” I said one evening when I got home around ten. “If I don’t run off some of this tension, I’m going to punch a hole in the wall.”
“Case not going well?”