“Father told me that Lola won’t be available until tomorrow evening. Are you okay with waiting?” Lucas asked as he stepped out of the closet, now dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a tee.
“Mind link?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Another omega will take care of the house and cook for us. Claire looked after Lucien and me when we were young. You’ll like her,” he said, plugging in his phone charger on the bedside table.
“I used to cook and do chores, Luke,” I mumbled sleepily.
“I know you can do more than that. But with me, you’re the princess,” he said, shrugging before sitting at the end of the bed, looking at me with concern.
I sat up, sensing that he was thinking beyond my pregnancy—or maybe he wasn’t ready to face it yet. I knew him; he’d always wanted me all to himself.
“Lucas,” I
