With intense effort, I managed to sit up on my elbows and glower at him. “You can't say that. You're not the one who’s a week overdue. This baby is never going to come out. He’s getting so fat and chunky that he’s going to tear me apart if he eventually decides he wants to leave!” I growled.
Not giving him a chance to respond, I kept going.
“Everything hurts. I’m the size of a whale, and I can barely get around.”
“You've got us to help you move,” he insisted.
I just glowered at him.
All of my friends had had their babies around their due date or earlier, but my baby had decided to be an overachiever and was late. Very late. More than a week late, to be exact. As excited as I was to be a mother and how much I’d enjoyed being pregnant, I was over it and I wanted the baby out.
Thanks to all the love and support from everyone around us, we were more than ready for baby Landry to come.
In fact, we had been ready for weeks.
His nursery was filled with more items than any baby could need, and decorated to perfection in pale yellow and blues.
The house was fully furnished, and the guys had even finished painting and doing all the little odd jobs, like tightening the cabinet handles.
There was nothing left to do.
“I love you, but can you hurry up and come?” I said to my bump. “You know what? I’m serving you an eviction notice, buddy!”
“He’ll come when he’s ready.” Preston laughed, throwing an arm around me and kissing the top of my head.
“Stubborn, like his fathers!” I growled.
“Yet you love us.” Preston grinned.
My stomach flip-flopped at his words. Not only because of the wriggling baby taking up far too much space in my torso.
Preston and my relationship was still rather new, and we hadn’t said the l-o-v-e word to each other. I liked him, I liked him a lot. Did I love him? I was fairly sure, but it was so hard to decipher what my feelings were—we were bonded, which some said was stronger than being in love, but sometimes hearing the words was nice.
“Why don’t you take a shower while I make you an ice cream sundae?” Preston asked.
“Well, those are the magic words!” I nodded adamantly, waddling toward the shower that I probably desperately needed.
“Want a hand?” Wilder asked, dropping his phone, eyes trained on me.
“You can help, but no funny business! I’m too tired for knots,” I informed him, pointing a finger playfully at him.
“Just seeing soapy titties will make my day!” he declared, hot on my heels.
An hour later, I was wrapped up in a series of blankets, lying on the couch, an ice cream sundae resting on my comically large stomach.
“I don’t know how a little omega can eatsomuch ice cream,” Nolan muttered in awe.
Merrick laughed. “I’m pretty sure she’s half ice cream at this point.”
“Maybe a third,” I reasoned. “The baby takes up a lot of space.”
He shook his head. “What do you guys want for dinner? It's a lovely night, so we could always grill on the deck.”
Everyone mumbled words of agreement. As the weather had been fantastic lately, we'd taken to spending our evenings sitting on the deck while we ate. Our new home was surrounded by woods, and there was even a pond nearby.
If I wanted to, I had space to get chickens. I had never considered owning them before, but now that I had the option, I found myself pondering it.
“Dinner on the deck sounds nice, but you will have to pick me up out of that rocking chair.”