“What if I can’t do it?” I blurted.
He softened, coming over to kneel beside me on the crinkly blue tarp. “Do what, baby?”
“Be a dad,” I choked out. “Raise a kid.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest aching suddenly. “M-Maybe you should raise the baby, Fletch. I’ve already lost three of them.”
“Oh, Sky.” Fletcher wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to his chest. “It wasn’t your fault, and besides, that has nothing to do with you being a good parent or not. You never even got the chance.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, my throat tight.
He kissed my cheek. “You wanna know what I think? I think the minute you see that baby, you’ll fall in love and your instincts will know exactly what to do. I think you’ll be a wonderful father,and Adam and I will be here, every step of the way, to make sure of it.”
“Thanks, Fletcher. I needed to hear that.”
“I know, baby.”
Around noon, we had our Thanksgiving feast—juicy turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, buttery dinner rolls, three different kinds of pie, and of course, no holiday would be complete without Fletcher’s mysterious green fluff.
After we stuffed ourselves, then cleaned the kitchen, which was a group effort with how full we were, we retreated to the couch to watch a Christmas movie.
“A little early, isn’t it?” I asked.
Fletcher only smiled. “Never too early for Christmas.”
I paused, thinking about it for a moment. “My family was never really big on holidays,” I admitted. “I mean, we celebrated them, but it was never elaborate or anything. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up, so River and I were happy with the one or two presents we got on Christmas morning, and the ham and potatoes Mom served for dinner. Our Thanksgivings were nothing like this.”
“Our family will make up for all those lost experiences,” Adam assured me, running his fingers through my hair. “Holiday feasts and Christmas shopping and countdown calendars and all the presents a kid could ever want.”
I smiled. “Sounds amazing.”
“It will be.” He kissed my temple. “You don’t have to worry about money anymore, Sky. We’ll take care of you and our baby. So prepare to be spoiled.” Tucking his fingers beneath my chin, he tilted my head up enough that he could capture my lips in a sweet kiss. I melted into it with a happy sigh.
Oh, how I loved them. Those three little words were right on the tip of my tongue, so why couldn’t I say them?
41
ADAM
I’d been thinkinga lot since the day we’d announced our pregnancy to the Bixby’s staff. Mostly about Kirk’s offhand comment about an Alpha not being able to claim two Omegas.
At the time, I’d brushed it off and told him of course it was possible, but it’d been nagging at me, like a flea biting at the back of my neck where I couldn’t quite reach.
Now I was having doubts.
What if Kirk was right? What if I could only take one Omega as my mate?
Sky needed an Alpha’s claiming mark to calm the energies inside of him, especially now that he was pregnant. Hormones would soon throw his emotions out of whack, and he’d find himself harder to control in those rapid ups and downs.
But if I couldn’t claim him without forfeiting my mark on Fletcher, my soulmate… What would happen? I refused to give Sky up. He was carrying my child, and besides, he was a part of us now. He needed us just as much as we needed him.
Which meant I needed to do some research.
It started with Googling some different search terms, which led me down a rabbit hole to an online forum called AlphaHEARTOmega.
There, I scoured through endless topics, both new and old, reading about other Alphas and their Omegas and the trials and tribulations they’d gone through in their relationships.
One name kept popping up:KingKael369. He would mention his Omegas, in the plural, in different posts and in comments on others’ topics. So I searched his post history and found it—an old post about his life with two Omega partners.
In the thread was a photograph of a handsome blond man with a sharp jawline and striking features, a leggy redheaded woman with voluptuous curves and a shorter, whip-thin man with dark hair. The photographer blurred the Omegas’ faces for privacy, but the marks on their necks remained visible.
