Page 38 of Adoring Fletcher
“I guess, maybe deep down, I was hoping they’d be positive,” he whispered, his lips curving down in a sad smile. “It’s stupid, I know. It’s part of being an Omega. Our bodies will always want babies of our own, and I can’t think of anyone better than you to be the father of my child.” His voice choked up.
My heart sank. “Aw, baby.” I wrapped my arms around him, cradling him to my chest. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and took in a shuddering breath.
I rubbed his back. “This is a good thing, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. You’re only nineteen. You have your whole life ahead of you. We have plenty of time,” I assured him.
Fletcher sniffled and nodded, but when he pulled back from me, there was the tiniest of smiles on his face. “You’re right. We do.”
That’s when I realized what I’d said:We.
Maybe kids weren’t in the cards for us right now, but we were too young. Unprepared. And, of course, there was the issue of my family to deal with.
But maybe someday, Fletcher would give birth to a beautiful little girl with rusty-red curls and bright golden eyes, and she would be our sunshine.
Someday.
25
FLETCHER
I was kissed awake—slowly,sweetly—and my lashes fluttered. I blinked a couple of times and found myself gazing up at Adam, who was smiling, obviously wide awake.
“It’s too early,” I whined, trying to pull the covers back over my head.
He didn’t let me. “It’s nine AM. Time to wake up. I made breakfast,” he singsonged before kissing me again, and again, until I was breathless and giggling—and also awake.
“What did you make?” I sniffed at the air. I could smell something sweet and cinnamon-y, as well as the rich undertones of freshly-brewed coffee. Mmm.
Adam grinned. “Guess you’ll have to come downstairs to find out.” With that, he turned on his heel and strode off, his shoes clicking over the hardwood floor.
I groaned and flopped back in bed. Ugh. But seriously? How was this my life? I went from being a homeless street cat to being kissed awake every morning by a gorgeous Alpha. An Alpha who made me breakfast?
Deep down, I knew I shouldn’t allow myself to get so attached to Adam, but my feline practically vibrated with happiness whenever the wolf was near.
Besides, Adam seemed to want me right back. Our feelings were out in the open, like tenuous threads of light, able to be severed at any moment.
But right now? I was going to cherish it. There would be plenty of time for heartbreak later.
I shoved the thought aside and rolled out of bed. I scoured around in the chest of drawers until I found a pair of wrinkled cotton PJ pants. Tugging them up over my hips, I made a pitstop in the bathroom to relieve myself before joining Adam downstairs.
In the kitchen, the heavenly scent of baked-from-scratch cinnamon rolls draped in cream cheese icing invaded my nose, making me whimper with delight.
I might’ve drooled. Adam’s cinnamon rolls were the best, and there was already a plate at my place at the dining room table, along with a tall glass of milk and a mug of coffee, sweet and creamy, just the way I liked it.
“Oh my god,” I murmured. “It looks amazing. You didn’t have to do all this for me.”
Adam only smiled, his golden eyes twinkling. “Yes, I did. It’s worth it to see you grin like that, every time I do. Now sit, sit.” He gestured to my chair and with a laugh, I pulled it out and plopped down.
He sat down across from me, but he didn’t reach for his breakfast. Instead, he propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin atop his palm, intent to watch me devour the delicacy he’d baked for me.
It gave me butterflies.
Picking up the pastry with two fingers and instantly feeling the icing melt over them, I let out a little laugh and took a big bite—and moaned as sweet cinnamon goodness filled my mouth.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled, my mouth full of food. I quickly covered my mouth with one hand to keep from spilling any crumbs. Adam laughed. Deep, resonating laughter that made me blush from the tips of my ears to my toes.
Just the way he looked at me… God. Was it hot in here or was it just me?
I swallowed my bite, grabbed my glass of milk with my not-sticky hand and took a gulp, and then looked at Adam, who’d most definitely ruffled my feathers in all the right ways.
