Chapter Twenty-One
Lucas
The thing about being famous is the fame is only temporary. It can be gone in the blink of an eye.
Apparently, it’s frowned upon when you scream and throw things in the office of the executive producer of a show you’re supposed to host—which is exactly what I’d done when they announced that the show would be moving to Maine instead of Mapleville.
The bastards.
I got home a little before midnight. Instead of having anyone pick me up, I rented a car and drove myself home to my omega. There was nothing I needed more than to wrap my little family in my arms.
I unlocked the door as quietly as possible and tiptoed to the bedroom, but found the light on and Harrison flitting about with dozens of boxes around him. Tears streamed down his face, and he looked completely worn down.
“What is happening, Harrison? Stop.” I crossed the room and folded him into a bear hug, making him stop what looked like packing up clothes.
He pushed me away with little force and violently swiped the tears from his face. “I packed most of your things first, since I didn’t know…you know. I checked, and there’s a flight out tomorrow. I mean, you’re going to be busy getting ready. Don’t worry about anything here. If you leave anything, you know, other than us, I will ship it to you.” I let him ramble on for another minute, hoping that if he got it all out of his system, he would be empty to listen to me.
“Are you done?” I asked, trying like hell not to be perturbed, and failing. All this trust and love we’d built up, brick upon brick, and here it was, crumbling down because he’d presumed I was leaving him.
“I’m done for now. I need to tape these boxes and…”
“Can you stop, please?” The aggravation in my voice clung to the air.
“What? Aren’t you in a hurry to get out of here?”
The tears cranked up again, full force. He collapsed onto the bed, sitting and holding his face in his hands.
“You saw the new restaurant location.”
He nodded.
“And they named me the host.”
Another nod.
“And you assumed I was just like your father and would just pack up and leave you, my husband, who is carrying our child, for some cooking show in Maine. Because that’s the kind of asshole I am.”
“Yes,” he whimpered. He didn’t really mean it. I knew that deep down. We had a connection that surpassed all of this. “No, Lucas. I knew you wouldn’t leave us. But I would leave with you if you wanted me to, if you wanted us to. I would go just to be with you—anywhere.”
“Come here,” I begged, opening my arms, desperate to feel his touch.
“I wasn’t thinking, Lucas. I just heard the news and came unglued. Can we chalk this up to pregnancy hormones or pregnancy brain or something?” He didn’t move from his place on the bed, and it killed me to have him so far away.
“We can blame it on whatever you want to.” I moved to sit next to him. He leaned against my side. “I came home to tell you that I told them to stick that show up their asses. My family is more important. I’m not going anywhere.”
That started a whole new waterfall.
“Harrison, take your shirt off.” I got up from the bed and moved every box to the living room, out of his sight. I pulled down the covers as he slowly got up and took off his shirt, revealing the most beautiful pregnant belly. “Come on. Get in. I need to feel your skin on mine, and I think you do, too.”
He nodded, pitiful as all get out, and shucked his pants, too. I had already removed my shirt and gotten into the bed. He turned to me, but our baby was in the way of us really snuggling. “Turn to your left. You’re supposed to be lying on your left side anyway.” He turned, and I nestled against his back, one arm under his head and the other hand rubbing circles on his stomach. I whispered to him for about twenty minutes, all the things I wanted him to know. I loved him. There was no other male for me in the world. I was grateful that he held my babe so safe and warm in his belly. I would never leave him. Everything was going to be okay. After that, he softly snored. I covered him with a blanket and smiled as he held his stomach while he slept.
Good omega. Making sure the babe is safe.
I had intended to make some meals for the freezer since I wasn’t sleepy at all, but as much as I tried to protest, my eyes closed for me, and I fell into a deep sleep next to my omega.
Some hours later, I woke up with Harrison’s mouth on mine and his hand cupping my sac. “Wake up, husband. I need you.”
The man was insatiable.
“You taste like lasagna.”
He grinned and looked down on me. “I woke up, peed, ate lasagna, got heartburn, drank some ginger tea, peed again, and now...well, you can guess what I am now.”
I laughed and pulled him closer, sucking gently on his tender nipples one by one, loving to hear him gasp. “That pretty much outlines your entire pregnant life.”
“You’re not exactly complaining.”
Before I could catch my breath, his full lips were wrapped around my cock, his tongue making swirls around the tip, driving me mad.