Chapter 34
ADAM
“Maybe this is the answer to our prayers.”
Fletcher’s words had stuck with me, resonating in my mind like an echo.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it—about the pregnancy, about stepping up and being a father, about claiming Sky as my own—since the doctor had pulled me aside to give me the news.
The truth spun round and round in my mind, a merry-go-round tilted on its axis, because who knew how Sky would react?
The birds outside the bedroom window trilled their song, fluttering around in the bushes. Morning light peeked in through the blinds to paint the floorboards golden.
Sky slumbered between me and Fletcher, his body snuggled up against mine, the warmth of his back seeping into my chest. I curled myself around him. My hand settled on his flat tummy. My baby was there, slumbering in the womb of an Omega I’d never even marked.
My baby. The baby we were told we would never raise, because my mate was barren. The fates were twisted, but when I looked over at Fletcher, his green eyes were so bright, so hopeful. He pinched his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled at me, urging me on.
If this was the only way we could have our child, wasn’t it worth a shot?
Fletcher wasn’t the only one who was fond of Sky, and Sky needed an Alpha in order to stay here in Greymercy.
He needed an Alpha capable of keeping his wild Omega energies in control, and so far, his inner-beast had always submitted to me.
And Sky seemed happy here, with us…but would he still feel the same once I told him the truth? Or would he hit the panic button and shut down, triggered by memories of the past. Either way, I needed to tell him. He deserved to know, sooner rather than later.
Sky shifted, humming softly in his sleep as he stretched. I moved with him, nuzzling my nose at the nape of his neck and breathing him in, enjoying the little shiver he gave.
“Morning,” I murmured against his skin.
“Mmm,” he sighed in response.
“Sleep good?”
He turned his head to look at me. “Yeah.”
I took that chance to kiss him, capturing his lips with mine. Just a soft, simple kiss. Sky’s cheeks flushed pink, but a smile spread across his face. My chest gave a pang, because I knew that smile would disappear the minute I opened my mouth.
“Sky? We need to talk,” I said as gently as I could, keeping my tone light. And as expected, Sky’s face immediately fell, uncertainty filling his eyes in its stead. He sat up in bed, so I pushed myself up as well, grabbing his hands before he could scramble away.
“Before you panic, it’s nothing bad, I promise. It’s about a test result we got while you were in the hospital.”
His eyes widened, his brow puckering. “Please don’t take me back there…”
“Sky. Breathe,” I told him. “You’re not going back, okay?
You’re safe here.” I tucked stray blond hairs behind one ear, then tugged him closer, so that he was practically sitting in my lap.
Nerves lapped at my throat like bile, but I swallowed them down and forced myself to keep going.
“Remember during your heat, we took care of you?”
“Yeah?” It was barely a whisper.
“Fletcher and I satisfied your needs? What if I said…perhaps we weren’t as careful as we should’ve been?”
“What do you mean?”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Then I gazed into his worried, mismatched eyes and said, “Sky, you’re pregnant.” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
Sky went completely still, but his expression was one-hundred percent deer-in-the-headlights. “I… You… How?” he finally eked out.
“I’m assuming we slipped up in the heat of the moment and I came inside of you during your heat,” I murmured.
His cheeks flared red. “Oh. Oh no… Does Fletcher know?”
“Yes, of course.” I nodded to Fletcher, who rested a hand on Sky’s back.
“D-Do you…” Sky’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard, like he was swallowing a mouthful of glass. “Do you want the baby? Is that why… Because he can’t… Because Fletcher is…”
He pulled away from me, his entire body trembling. He shook his head back and forth, a whimper escaping him, and it broke my fucking heart.
“Sky, baby, no,” I crooned, reaching for him. He backed away from me, right into Fletcher, who wrapped his arms around the younger Omega.
“Easy, Sky,” he whispered. “No one’s taking your baby, okay? No one. Not me, not Adam, and not some rat bastard of a scientist. I promise.”
Sky let out a choked sound and sagged into Fletcher’s embrace. Tears streaked down his cheeks, even as he shook his head. I knee-crawled closer to him and cupped his face in both hands, wiping the tears away with the pads of my thumbs.
“The baby is yours, Sky,” I said gently. “But what would you think if we helped you raise it when the time comes? Nothing would have to change. You’d still live with us, still sleep with us. I’m sure Fletcher would adore being a part-time daddy.”
“I would,” Fletcher agreed with a smile.
“But…” Sky floundered for words, searching my face for answers to questions he wasn’t quite sure how to say. “Fletcher’s your Omega. I’m not. How could you want to raise another Omega’s child?”
I softened. “Would you want to be my Omega, Sky?”
His eyes widened. “But—”
“I think I’m strong enough to handle two Omegas.” I smiled softly. “And Fletcher would be your Omega as well, and you would be his. We would be a three-man show.”
“Three men and a baby,” Fletcher said around a laugh. “Heaven help us if it’s a girl.”
Sky let out a giggle, even through his tears. “You really mean it? You…want this? With me?”
“Yes, Sky. You’re ours, and we’ll help you through this pregnancy and beyond, every step of the way.” I brushed my knuckles against Sky’s flat stomach. “Our baby.”
Sky wept into his hands, no doubt overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. I drew him to my chest and held him close.
“Shh. It’s okay, love. Everything’s gonna be okay. We’ve got you.”
I eased us into a lying position. Fletcher cuddled in and tugged the blankets back over us. We made a Sky sandwich and spent a lazy morning in bed, nowhere to go, nowhere to be except right here, right now, with Sky and the reality that we were going to be parents.