My hands found her hips and I stood behind her, kissed her cheek and whispered,“Don’t call my omega disgusting, if anyone else did that, I’d have them killed.”
She wiggled away from me and glared before signingNot yours.
I raised a brow and ever so slightly she started to shake before beckoning me closer with a finger. She’d been doing this all morning, so I knew the drill. Folding my hands behind my back, I leaned forward, putting myself onto her level. Violet huffed once before nuzzling into me and breathing as much of me in as she could.
Usually, I’d rub myself on my pack to scent them, and Violet had wanted nothing to do with the ritual. But today? She was so desperate that she kept doing it herself. I wasn’t sure what changed, but I was living for it.
She pulled away when she was done, and I paused, because for the first time, I noticed color return that I hadn’t known was missing. Had this been happening all day?
“You feeling okay?” I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets.
She nodded before turning to the stack of pastel colored infant sleepers.
We’re here to get stuff for Skye’s baby girl.She reminded me, but that didn’t answer my question.
“AndI–” I planted my hands on her stomach. “Am worried aboutourbaby, you still haven’t told me about your appointment.”
The last I’d seen of it, the baby didn’t have a heart beat, but, seeing how chipper Violet was today, I assumed they were able to find it.
She waved me off gently, like I was fussing over nothing, then reached up and plucked something small and fuzzy from the rack. It was pale yellow, soft as hell, and covered in little embroidered bees.
She held it up between us.Skye likes bugs. We should get this,she signed.
I stared at the sleeper, then at her, then back at the sleeper.
My mouth twitched despite myself. “You’re dodging.”
She gave me a look that saidintentionally, then carefully folded the little outfit and set it in the basket hung from her arm.
The tight knot in my chest loosened just a fraction.
“Okay,” I said finally, exhaling. “We’ll get the bees.”
She smiled, small and victorious, and turned back to the shelves before grabbing her phone. I thought she was going to text her favorite alpha,Reed, and considered taking her phone again, but I was smart enough to realize that wouldn’t help my case.
But, that still didn’t make me any less irritated, and then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I lifted it to see Violet’s name, or more so, the name I’d picked for her that she had no idea about,Firefly,lighting my screen.
I eyed her for a moment before unlocking the device to see her message.
Everything is okay, I need to see the doctor every other week to make sure it stays that way.
“... Skye didn’t start having appointments that often until–”
I’m not Skye.
I huffed a quiet laugh through my nose despite myself, pocketing my phone as I stepped closer. “You’re gonna give me grey hair, you know that right?”
Mischief lit her expression before she lifted her hands, and that’s how I knew I was in for it.
No, you get grey hair because you’re old.
I rolled my eyes at her.
“I’m thirty-two.”
She lifted a shoulder as she put another sleeper into the basket, this time it was covered in butterflies.