“We’re going to have a baby,” said Sam, a dreamy look coming over his face.
“I’m not feeling so well,” I said. “Need to go back to bed.”
We walked out of the bathroom with Wesley and Sam on either side of me, helping me get back to bed.
“Grant is going to be over the moon,” said Wesley. “Tiana, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, and you have to be the one to suffer. But in the end, it’ll be amazing!”
“Thanks for your comforting words,” I said, smiling through my dizziness. Laying on the bed, Sam tucked me into the blankets.
“I’ll make you ginger tea,” said Wesley, leaving the room with a bounce to his step.
A little bit of excitement was starting to course through me. And also fear.
As my head cleared, I looked at Sam as he was scrolling through his phone with his other hand around me. His face had a glow to it.
“I’m booking an appointment for you at the Omega Birthing Center,” he said.
“There’s a specific hospital for omegas?” I asked. “How come?”
“Omegas are built differently with wider hips to carry alpha babies,” he said. “If there is an emergency, a hospital catered to omegas is the best option.”
“I have to tell my parents about this,” I said, starting to panic. “We need to fly to Seattle as soon as possible.”
“Are you freaking out, Tiana?” said Sam, setting his phone down.
“Just a little,” I whined, laying on his chest for comfort. He began purring softly with his body, the vibrations of it calming my racing heart.
“Tell Grant tonight and see what he says,” said Sam. “If he flips out, I’ll beat him up for you.”
I giggled.
“Do you think he’ll get upset?” I said, and my stomach flipped with nervousness at the thought.
“Na, I don’t think so,” said Sam, rubbing my stomach. “I can’t wait until you start to swell with our baby in you. You’re going to look so hot.”
I laughed. “You’re so bad, Sam.”
“It’s true, baby,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss me.
As I drank my ginger tea that day, I was excited as we talked about the baby.
But the dread of confronting Grant to take me to my family loomed over me.
Chapter 21
Grant
Imunchedonpopcorn,preparing to watch a movie of my pack’s choice.
We sat as a family in the living room, Tiana sitting next to me on the couch.
I noticed that there was something off about Tiana tonight. She refused to eat any of the popcorn even though she usually devoured my bucket before I even got a chance. Her face looked tired, and I was starting to be concerned.
“Tiana, you normally love popcorn. So what’s going on?” I asked.
She turned to me, biting her lip. There was something on her mind. Her beautiful face conveyed nervousness.
Why was she so scared?