Chapter FiftyEvan #2
“No. Not one bit. We didn’t have a kid timeline,” Wes assured her.
“He’s right. I want a kid or three. But I want you to know you don’t have to carry kids if you don’t want to.
I’m not sure if cabbage patch means adoption but that’s what we were looking at.
You know, with six adults in the house, you wouldn’t have more responsibilities than you want.
” I took a sip of my drink, putting my arm around her.
“Three?” She looked up at me and shook her head. “I vote for two kids, three-to-four years apart, one boy, one girl.”
I laughed. “I don’t care how many.”
“Wyatt and Hannah.” Wes grinned at her.
She nodded. “Absolutely.”
“I always liked Greyson and Daisy,” I offered, grinning back. They had baby names picked out? My heart melted.
“Ooh, those are nice, too,” she nodded.
The server brought our food.
Grace ate a piece of bacon and frowned. “What if I can’t have kids?
I have wacky cycles and killer cramps. The few days before my period, I’m down for the count.
Like crying and throwing up bad. It’s awful.
It’s a good thing they’re not every month or I would have trouble holding down a job.
The doctors always dismissed me as being dramatic, but from talking to other women, it could mean that I have fertility issues. ”
“Peaches, it doesn’t matter.” I cupped her face with my hand and she relaxed under my touch.
“Can’t. Don’t want to. None of that matters.
Everything regarding your body is your choice.
Promise. At your next appointment, tell your doctor about your cycle troubles.
If they can’t handle it, they’ll refer you to a specialist. My sisters get bad cramps, and there are things doctors can do. ”
Betas had different cycles than omegas, and we should figure out where Grace fit.
“Thank goodness. I mean, I’d be open to adoption if I can’t have kids.” She took a bite of biscuit, smothered in white gravy. “This is it.”
I stole a bite of her food, letting the flavor burst over my tongue. “Oh, yeah.”
Hangover food for the win.
“Yup.” She took one of my fries.
“If and when you’re ready, you’ll make a great mom,” I added, kissing her temple.
“Just make sure you’re on industrial strength birth control until then–and I’ll stay on mine.
Omega males are um, potent .” I grinned, glad Wes and I had both gotten implants.
“Especially when we’re close to or in heat. You can’t be too careful.”
My heat was coming. Soon. Male omegas were very good at making kids, and that urge to fuck and be fucked became overwhelming during our heats.
At some point, we needed to discuss my upcoming heat with Grace. Usually we came here, to my cabin. Even Spencer, who didn’t participate, just hung out, worked remotely, and made food. While Jett, Brennan, Wes, and I had heat sex. For days.
Would Grace be part of it this time? I wanted her to, but she might not be ready.
While what happened in the heat nest stayed in the heat nest, Brennan and Jett might not be ready either.
I may have had a few fantasies about the three of them together.
“Good idea, I’ll do that.” She polished off her coffee and poured herself some more.
“Please drink some water.” Wes pushed her cup toward her. “This isn’t the day to have a blood feud with hydration. Evan has plans, and you don’t want to feel shitty all day.”
“Fine.” With a sigh, she took a big drink of water, then went back to making inroads in her food. “I guess having six adults would make it easier to raise kids. Do packs have lots of kids? Six adults and two kids could make for low birth rates if everyone did that.”
“It depends. I mean, it was just my mom and dad, and there are four of us kids,” I replied, finishing my burger. “Our neighborhood was mostly beta couples and throuples.”
“There were tons of kids in the pack I lived in before we moved here. But it wasn’t quite like our pack. It was bigger. There were families and couples within the pack,” Wes said. “We all lived in this condo complex. We had a pool and a gym. There was always someone around to play with.”
I squeezed his hand. Wes always got a little sad when he talked about leaving that pack. It had been hard on him, going from always having people around to it just being him, his dad, and sister. His dad also worked long hours in construction.
“Will Ri be okay with it? I’d be so sad if she weren’t.” Grace took another one of my fries and then dipped it in Wes’ mashed potatoes.
“She will. I love that you get along,” I reassured her.
“I love her.” Grace beamed and drank some more water. “So, we’re getting married at some point? Like all three of us?”
“I’d actually like all three of us–if that’s okay?” I looked at Wes, who nodded.
“What are weddings like here?” She took another fry and dipped it in the gravy on her plate.
“Whatever we want,” I told her. “Basically, it’s a ceremony followed by a party.
But it can be big or small, at your house or a fancy hotel.
Sometimes they’re even elsewhere. Bren and Jett got married at one of Bren's hotels, and we flew there. It was an entire week. But if you own fancy hotels, why not?”
“He owns hotels? For some reason I thought he owned buildings,” Grace said.
“His mom does. He has luxury hotels,” Wes replied, finishing his chicken. “We could get married at one of them. Or we could take a trip there after. Lots of people go on a trip.”
“Wes and I rented a little cabin for two weeks–on this lake, actually.” It was really nice.
We both had finished with the military. I was about to finish my social work program, and Wes would start his new job with Spencer.
I’d been serving a longer term in the military than Wes, but I’d started much earlier, given I was older.
Grace’s face lit up. “Where do you want to get married?”
“Brennan might buy this old estate nearby to use as an event venue. It would be nice to get married in a rose garden.” As we finished eating, I showed her the pictures that Bren had sent me of the place, along with pictures I’d found of potential ideas for decor, food, and flowers.
“These are perfect,” Grace said as she finished her water.
“Can we have a band at the reception? The string stuff is nice. But I want to dance,” Wes said.
“Of course,” I laughed. “Anything else you want? It’s your wedding, too.”
“The whiskey fountain you sent me. But let’s use a better quality whiskey, because that was pale looking,” he added.
It was a champagne fountain.
“Sure.” Whiskey fountain, why not?
“Ooh, what about a giant cheese board,” Grace added. “One of those fancy ones that takes up an entire table.”
“And that thing you showed me with all the candy in the jars,” Wes said.
My heart swelled. We were talking about our wedding.
We paid our check, and Wes held out a hand to help Grace out of the booth, then me.
“I feel so much better,” Grace admitted, leaning into me.
“I’m glad.” I put an arm around her. “Let’s go for a walk and find that ice cream.”