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That wasn't what I heard.
Then again, I'm a man.
This is where communication breaks down between the genders. I thought this was about missing baby shit.
We've ducked and weaved into an entirely different conversation.
It feels like very dangerous ground. I'm walking into a field of landmines with no equipment.
Not even a flak jacket.
I study McKinley carefully. She's weepy and red, but still stunning. Even when she's dramatic and losing her damn mind. A trait I hate in people.
It's why I've never seen the appeal of an omega. They're overly emotional, dramatic, sullen when they're told no. Some of them can be pretty cool, but I've never really understood the draw, not sexually anyway.
McKinley is rarely like this, though, and, as previously mentioned, super pregnant. It's easy enough to give her a break, considering.
As I start to decipher what she said, I glance around the packed room.
That floor can't be comfortable, especially being extremely knocked up. I grab a couple of the full-sized bed pillows still in the bags. Yanking them out, I throw them on the floor around her.
In the closet I find a giant down blanket. Folding the king-sized blanket in four, I toss it down next to her.
The look on her face says she's just as confused by my behavior as I am. Frowning, my head swivels until I see the chunky cable knit blanket lying over the changing table.
I nod over to the bed I made on the floor. McKinley continues to stare at me in confusion.
"Now, McKinley," I bark.
Damn, it's been a long time since I unintentionally barked.
She scrambles over onto the soft comforter and glares at me. I tuck the blanket in my hand around her and take a seat next to her.
"You don't think you'll be a good mom?" I ask, scooting in close to her side.
"My mom's cold and calculating. My dad only cares about his public image—"
"Yeah, he's also kind of a twat," I say, cutting her off.
I looked into her father after that phone call a few days ago. Sawyer McKinley is a career politician who staunchly opposes the new pro-pack laws that are going to be voted on in the next election.
McKinley frowns.
She finally continues, "When I didn't fit the mold for what they planned for me, they had another kid. They hate kids. I wasalmost ten when my little sister was born. I have no idea how to raise a baby with love and affection."
"Come here," I say, trying to pull her into my side.
"No, you're being a jerk."
"Me?" I scoff. "Get your ass over here. Right now, little girl."
I bark out the last bit. Shit, that's happening a lot with the beta currently looking like she might rip my head off.
"Now," I growl. She's so fucking stubborn. It's a bizarre thing to be turned on by, but here we are.
A shiver runs through her body, but she scoots over in between my legs.
"Head back," I say, pulling her back. She rests her head on my shoulder. Damn. That cotton fresh scent fills my nostrils, and I have to bite back a groan.
