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The omega looks at me and smiles, holding out his hand. “Stephan Briggs. Boss.
“Dylan Winchester. Fiancé.”
Stephan grins and slaps his knee. “Fuck yes! I mean—” he looks behind himself— “Eff yes! Congratulations, And!”
“And?” I ask.
“He’s the only weirdo that calls me that.”
“He loves it,” Stephan says. “So, the rumor is true. I’m surprised that something around here isn’t just gossip.”
Andrew looks down at me and smiles. I nod and he looks back at Stephan. “There’s one other thing I need to say.” Grabbing my hand, he pulls me into the outer offices and says, “Can I have everyone’s attention?” When heads turn to him, he holds me close, my back to his chest. “I want you all to meet my fiancé, Dylan Winchester. He agreed to be my husband and now he’s carrying my son! I’m going to be a father!”
Cheers and shouts erupt and people come up to congratulate us. I grin over my shoulder and see that Andrew is genuinely happy about all that’s transpired in his life. From my Scrooge to a future husband and father. Gods, I love this alpha that was put into my life.
I love my life and all that happened, thanks to a holiday parade.
Chapter 17
Andrew
“Hey! Give me that!” I fuss over Dylan carrying a large box upstairs. When he turns to me, I see the box is resting over his large belly. “What the hell, baby?”
When I take the box from him, I feel how light it is. My Pickles’s eyes twinkle as he sees my panicked expression start to recede. “You’re such an alpha. It’s an empty box, Scrooge. I wanted to see what you’d say.”
I give him a dry look, breaking the box down and tucking it under my arm. “Yeah well, you’re almost four months pregnant. You should be resting, not walking around all day.”
He chuckles. “I just had to pop into Winchester’s to do that interview, remember? An extra bartender is needed since I can’t stand on my feet all day. I don’t trust Bryce after his first mishap.”
We both shudder, thinking about the alpha Bryce hired. That alpha was hopeless, having never tended bar in his life. He thought as a frat boy, bartending would be easy, but he got overwhelmed and left halfway through his first shift, making Dylan come in on his night off. Luckily, we were staying in and Pickles was only about a month along. But Dylan told Bryce he was off hiring duty for the foreseeable future.
“Yeah, well, I’ll be glad when you rest.” Before he starts walking up the stairs, I wrap my arms around Dylan’s waist to rub his belly from behind. As usual when I touch him, our son kicks my hand and I smile.
I never thought I’d be this happy to be a father. I never even thought I’d be mated, so this was way out of my realm of thinking. But I am. Every day I wake up and see Dylan’s belly get more and more round, I feel a flutter in my heart, like it’s on the verge of exploding from all the love it’s trying to hold inside.
And Dylan has been positively glowing. He walks around happier than ever, singing and smiling pretty much all day. When I catch him rubbing his bump with a grin, I always feel one tug up the corner of my lips.
When he really started showing, I began to talk to our son, wanting him to know my voice immediately. Every evening he was home—when he was still working at Winchester’s—I would make it a habit to grab one of the many children’s books that have been thrust upon me from my coworkers and read to his belly until Dylan tells me enough. But he always says it with a smile and a kiss for doing it in the first place.
Dylan places his hands over mine, grinning over his shoulder. “A few more weeks and we’ll be parents. Think we’re ready?”
I give him a dry look. “With all the shit we have in the second bedroom, I think we’re ready for at least three or four after this one.”
He chuckles and we head upstairs. A week or so after I found out Dylan was pregnant, I packed up my apartment and moved into Dylan’s apartment. Mine held too many memories of Carlton and Dylan loves the view from his large window. We may move to the outskirts of Fair Falls one day, but for right now, we love being in our comfortable town and Dylan’s—now our—apartment is right between both our jobs, so I won’t need my car much anymore.
Stepping inside, I help Dylan out of his light jacket and put the folded box in the recycling pile. We both walk into the room we set up for the baby and I look around with the same incredulous look I had when we brought all this stuff upstairs. We just had our baby shower three days ago, where Rome came and introduced us to his mate, Benjamin, and their sons, Tanner and Samuel. Benjamin and Dylan hit it off immediately, talking like old friends the entire time. Rome and I have also become closer, hanging out with and without Miles.
All my coworkers brought tons of gifts, buying everything on our registry and more, bringing mountains of books and tons of gift cards. At this rate, we won’t need to spend our own money on anything for our son for the next few years.
Shaking my head, I take Dylan’s hand and we get started on getting the room organized and in good order for the birth. There’s not much we have to do but laundry, washing the chest pump and bottles and putting away all the toys. We purchased a crib two months back, having set it up as soon as it was delivered.
Turning some music on, I grab Dylan’s hand and start dancing with him around the room. He chuckles, following along with my antics. “Come on, baby,” he says, “I’m as big as a house. I can’t dance like I want to.”
“You look great. You’re just the right size.”
Dylan rolls his eyes, but dances with me. “What am I going to do with you, Scrooge?”
“I figured I’d get a new nickname outside of the holiday season.”
