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FLETCHER
December was upon us,which meant Christmas was right around the corner. Which meant shopping trips and stopping to refuel for lunch at a restaurant that wasn’t Bixby’s. Sometimes, you just needed to get away for a while.
After sharing a delicious meal together, the three of us waited in the booth for our bill, but our server had other plans. She came sashaying over, scratchpad in hand, her pen poised and ready to write.
“How are we feeling?” she asked, a bright smile on her face. “Do we want dessert? We’ve got some pretty great pies—blueberry, cherry, apple? Ice cream? Anything sounding good?”
I looked over at Adam, who was watching Sky with an amused smile on his face. When I followed his gaze, I noticed Sky nibbling on his lip, rubbing his belly. In the last month or so, he’d really begun to show, the bump there more pronounced.
“Sky?” I prompted gently. “Do you want dessert?”
“Um… Yes?” But he didn’t order, just side-eyed the waitress like she might judge him for whatever delicacy he might choose. “It’s just…weird.”
“Hey, hun, I’ve been there. I have three kids myself, and I promise you, the cravings can get weird,” our waitress assured him. “Pregnancy is a funny thing. It makes absolutely no sense. Whatever you order, I promise, it will not be the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen—or ordered myself.”
Sky’s cheeks flushed pink, but he nodded. He looked to me and Adam for guidance.
“Go on,” Adam said with a smile. “Whatever you’d like. If you need some time to order, Fletcher and I could order first?”
“Please,” Sky murmured.
“Alright then. I think I’d like the blueberry pie, and could I get that a la mode?”
“Of course, hon!” She wrote that down, then turned to me. “And you, sir?”
“Cherry for me, please. Sky?”
He fiddled with his napkin, twisting it in his hands. “Do you have, like, sundaes?”
“We can whip you up something, sure. Chocolate sauce, caramel sauce? Whipped cream?”
“Sounds great,” he said, but paused. “And…could you add pickles?”
I couldn’t hide my smile, but she didn’t miss a beat, scribbling it down. “I willpersonallymake sure you get that order, hon. The baby wants what it wants.” She winked at him. “I’ll be right back with your treats.”
Not even five minutes later, she brought our desserts—two large wedges of pie and a bowl of ice cream with the fixings and dill pickles chopped up on top.
“Enjoy,” she said with a smile before she hurried off to the next table.
Adam and I peered over at Sky’s concoction. It was definitely something I wasn’t sure I’d want to try, but Sky immediately grabbed his spoon and took a bite. His expression wasthoughtful as he chewed, then swallowed. Then he hummed happily.
“Good?” I teased him.
“Yeah,” he agreed with a soft laugh.
“Must be an Omega thing,” Adam said playfully.
Sky stuck his tongue out. “Don’t knock it till you try it, Alpha.”
Adam met his gaze easily, then snatched up his spoon. “Challenge accepted.”
Sky, delighted, pushed the sundae over to Adam so that he could scoop up a spoonful. Adam took a bite and immediately made a face.
“Alright. That is…not particularly good, I’ll admit,” he said with a chuckle, then slid the bowl over to me. “Fletch, you’re up.”
I looked down at the pickles floating in chocolate sauce, then up at my mate. I made a face. “Why do I have to try it? I’m not pregnant.”
