Page 72 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“All the better to convince you to stay.” Zenith quirked his eyebrows, and Emre blushed.

Breakfast was delicious. The waffles were fluffy and crispy on the outside, and Zenith had fried the eggs in butter. He also produced some vine-ripened cherry tomatoes, and a box of blueberries that were so sweet, Emre had to feed some to Abbie.

“Will you be working on Ulgon and Burnzinger before Uriel shows up?”

Zenith cringed and turned pink. “Not if I want to look Uriel in the eye. Yesterday’s sex scene turned out much longer than I expected.”

Emre coughed. “Of course it would be long and hard.”

“Of course.” Zenith nodded sagely.

They exchanged a look and snickered.

“Here,” Emre said when he caught Zenith watching T-Bean. “Would you like to hold him?”

Zenith froze, his eyes growing wide. “Are you sure?”

Emre had been aware of it, the way Zenith’s attention kept straying to him and Bean. A few times, Zenith had opened his mouth to ask, only to stop himself. Emre had been tempted to make the offer too. And each time, he had been too shy to give it voice.

Until now.

“Don’t you want to?” Emre asked.

“It’s just... He’s so tiny,” Zenith whispered. “What if I hurt him?”

“You’ve held Abbie.”

“Abbie is older and hardier.” But Zenith’s gaze was hesitant and longing.

“You’ll be fine. Bean isn’t that different from Abbie.” Emre made sure that Abbie wasn’t underfoot, before sliding around the U-shaped booth to Zenith’s side. “Hold out your hands.”

Zenith obeyed. Then he stopped breathing completely when Emre transferred Bean into his cupped hands. Bean twitched his nose and nuzzled at Zenith, before going back to sleep.

The sight of Bean trusting Zenith made something settle in Emre’s chest. This felt right. Perfect.

“Wow,” Zenith whispered, looking overwhelmed. “He’s so tiny.”

“He really is.” Emre leaned into Zenith’s side, watching as the alpha brought Bean closer to his chest. “You’re warm, too. And you can keep him warm when I can’t, but that’s only when, you know, we’re not distracted by each other.”

Zenith coughed, his cheeks turning pink. “Youarevery distracting.”

“Am I?” Emre beamed.

“So distracting,” Zenith murmured. With Bean still cradled in his hands, he leaned closer, his gaze dipping to Emre’s lips.

Emre’s heart skipped.Is he going to—?He wet his lips, his heart thumping.

“Doorbell!” Huxton announced, twirling out of the kitchen. “Uriel is here.”

Emre jerked away from Zenith, feeling incredibly shy all of a sudden. Zenith licked his own lips, his gaze intent.

“Oh,” Huxton said. “Oops.”

“We’re coming back to this conversation later,” Zenith said quietly. He drew a breath, held it, and blew it out. Then he brought Bean close to his face and watched the rise and fall of his little chest. “So precious.”

“Very,” Emre agreed. “Abbie has been sniffing at him.”

“Aww!” Zenith said.