Page 143 of Not Looking
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~September~
“So, do you know what Kerry has planned for the baby shower?” I asked as Randy and I strolled together in the public park. Russy stayed close but slightly ahead of us along the path—leashed for the benefit of other dog owners.
“Not a clue,” he laughed. “But that’s fine. I trust him.”
I tangled my fingers with his. “If you trust him, then so do I.”
Randy closed the distance and rested his head on my shoulder—which was kind of a feat given his baby bump.
“Another month and a half,” I murmured.
He hummed. “Yeah.”
“You’re still ok with my parents staying with us after the baby is born?”
“Mm-hmm. Or Mom and Papa have said they can stay with them if we want some privacy.”
I chuckled. “Heck, they might prefer that. Dad and your mom really bonded over meat-smoking techniques.”
“I think our papas got along ok, too. Still figuring out that common interest, but I bet they’ll get there.”
I laughed. “If nothing else, that common interest will be making an appearance soon.”
Randy lightly shoved my shoulder with his, which left him slightly off-balance.
“Careful,” I chuckled as I steadied him.
We paused to kiss.
“Have you decided which cravings you want to hit up on the way home?” I asked as we started walking again.
My sweet omega harrumphed. “What I really want, I can’t have.”
“I give you my knot almost every night,” I teased.
He laughed. “That’s nice, but right now I’d give that up for some sushi and a cold cut sandwich.”
I put my free hand over my heart. “Oof, that hurts.”
He laughed, then a booming voice caught our attention.
“Is that my Spud?”
Russy barked excitedly and pulled at his leash.
Randy looked over, laughed, and dropped his hold on the restraint.
Russy took off across the grass to where an older man was kneeling—leash flapping behind him.
Randy and I were a bit slower to get there, but the man gave us a grin as we stopped beside him.
“Well, look at you,” he said to Randy. “Last time I saw you, you said you were a confirmed bachelor. Now you’ve got an alpha on your arm and a bun in the oven.”
Randy chuckled. “Surprisingly enough, it’s partly your fault.”
The man stood and handed Russy’s leash back to my mate. “How do you figure?”
