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I lift my plate and he places a huge portion on it. I put my plate down, pick up my fork. Poke at the meatloaf.
“What’s wrong?” Zayne takes my hand under the table and squeezes it. “Babe?”
“Nothing.” I force my thoughts back to the here and now. I smile up at him. “I’m good.”
“Really good?”
“I’m great.”
“Yeah, you are.” He leans in, bows down a little from his ridiculous height to kiss my cheek.
And aww, my heart. They are so gentle with me, so supportive and loving it feels like a dream, so much so that on some days I have to pinch myself, reassure myself this is real.
“So,” Ronin says, “is it a boy or a girl?”
And cue flashback to a couple of months ago in the Book Café. Didn’t we have this conversation before?
“What?” I whisper, glancing automatically at Bee but she’s forking a piece of meatloaf into her mouth. “What did I miss?”
“Not a baby. All this is actually meatloaf and lasagna, believe it or not.” Jae, the St. Laurent pack male omega, pats his stomach and snickers. “I’m well fed.”
Oh… okay.I snicker.
“That’s because you cook so well,” James says with a grin. “Or we’d starve.”
“But we’re not averse… to the idea of babies,” Bee says with a smile, sharing a look with Jae.
She has stars in her eyes.
Or maybe the stars are in mine, when I think about the possibility.
Dammit.
“Hey, where did your mind wander to again?” Zayne pulls my hand—still under the table—to rest on his muscled thigh. “Does the talk of babies bother you?”
“No, and that’s the problem,” I blurt out, and suddenly everyone’s attention is on me.
Shit.
Casey’s eyes are super bright. He looks so happy that it eases the weight off my chest. Grey is grinning. Ronin has that sharp grin that’s all predatory which implies he’s ready to start trying for babies right now, damn the guests and the dinner.
And Zayne… well, let’s just say my hand is touching a very hard and large part of his anatomy under the table now, hot even under the denim, and it twitches under my palm.
Good God.The boys seem to be fully on board with this crazy idea.
And Sawyer and the St. Laurent pack are giving us a mixture of wide-eyed looks and knowing smirks.
“But not yet,” I rush to say. “Like… not right now?”
Bee snorts.
Ronin groans. “No?”
I have to laugh. “Not today. Um. Guys. What were we talking about?”
Casey’s gaze is still bright, still on me when he says, “About how much we owe the St. Laurent pack and Sawyer.” He blinks, turns to smile at them. “For saving me and Grey, I’ll forever be in your debt.”
“And so will we,” I say.
