Pick Of The Litter by Liam Kingsley

Author:Liam Kingsley [Kingsley, Liam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Equal Love Publishing
Published: 2019-01-26T16:00:00+00:00

11

Graham

"I like the gray better. It breaks up all the greens and yellows a bit, don't you think?"

I mm-hmmed my way through another passionate internet shopping trip. Parker had his head on my lap, flicking through his tablet. It amazed me how fast he'd caught on to current technology. Between his online classes and the baby shopping, he was nearly glued to the thing. I ran a hand over his stomach, finding the slightest swell beneath my fingers. In another few weeks, he'd be showing to even the least observant wolf.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do with him then. It was a nice daily treat to have him visit me at work, bringing me snacks or lunch, sometimes just stopping by to see what I was doing. The doctors said he needed exercise, and it was the perfect excuse. Still, I was haunted by the numerous possibilities. What if he slipped? What if he was pushed? If some alpha savaged him, would he lose the pups or his life? Some alphas went off when they scented a pregnant omega, though no one seemed to understand quite why.

It made all the more sense to keep the omegas behind closed doors.

"What do you think?" Parker asked.

"I like the other gray, the one that looks like a pigeon," I said.

"Dove gray," Parker answered with a good-natured roll of his eyes.

"Pft. Pigeon."

He shoved me, all playfulness, and I smiled.

"You want our boys to share a bed?" Parker clicked without looking at me.

The web-cart said the total was just under ten grand. I didn't care. Our boys would be well taken care of--and who knew. Maybe by the time they went into heat, omegas would have better care in their safe zones. I hated to send them off, but I was already trying to decide between three different camps. Brochures had appeared on my desk the morning following Parker's diagnosis. I supposed omegas-to-be were reported to some government agency because even Jenard wouldn't have stepped so far over a line with me. I'd spent most of that morning trying to decide if I should throw them away or show them to Parker. Instead, I'd kept them in my desk and hoped he wouldn't notice them. It was something we would have to approach, and soon, but I wanted to give him his head when the pups were in their most crucial development stage. Stress wouldn't help him or the twins.

"Do you want a snack?" I asked, tickling his side.

"Food?" came the response.

My mate stared at me like I had the sun in my hands. I kissed his forehead and got up to make him a sandwich, careful to slide a pillow beneath his head when I'd left.

I wasn't the best cook in the world, but I could smack together a simple BLT for my weary, pregnant husband. I managed it, stacked it on a plate, and delivered it to him with a flourishing bow. Parker smiled up at me and, with a little assistance, dragged himself up to a sit.

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