Dashboard Lights

by Jena Wade

Philip lead me back to the living room and pulled me on to his lap. “What are you sorry for?”

  “He's your dad,” I said. “And I can't believe all this is happening.”

  “He's my dad, yeah, but you're my Omega. Christopher is my son. He put the both of you in danger today and I will never forgive him for that. Never mind the fact that he's likely stolen money from the town that he has professed to love and serve his whole life. I'm assuming he wanted me to run for office so that I could be his little puppet and he could continue his crimes. I need to call Tyler and let him know. I should talk with my mom, too, see how she’s doing. I should—" Philip shook his head. “You and Christopher are my family now. That’s all I care about.”

  A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “About that,” I said.

  Philip interrupted me before I could continue. “I love you, Ollie. I want to be with you forever. I should have a ring or something, but I haven’t gotten around to purchasing anything. I wanted to do like you said and take things slow, but I know I want to marry you and live here with you and Christopher and whoever else comes along. I want to get a dog and chickens. I want to help you grow your business. I want—”

  I laughed and held up a hand. “Okay, okay. I get it. I love you, too. And yes, I'll marry you,” I said. “There's something I didn't get a chance to tell you. It feels like eons ago that I found out, but it was actually just this morning.”

  Philips eyes widened. “Found out what?”

  “I'm pregnant.”

  He stayed silent for a long time, just staring at me. I worried that this was the wrong time, that I should’ve waited. He looked from my face to my stomach, then back up to my face again. Then he laid a hand over my belly.

  “A baby?” he whispered.

  “Yes. Our baby.”

  Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes and he hugged me against him. “We’ll get married as soon as possible. And if it’s all right with you I’d like to move in.”

  I chuckled. “Of course. After this morning you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

  He backed up, and looked angry for a moment. “Yeah, my dad burned my apartment down. Holy shit. That does feel like eons ago.” He grinned. “We’ll start fresh. Me, you, Christopher, and this little guy. We’ll be a family. How does that sound?”

  “Amazing,” I said.

  Epilogue

  Oliver

  “There's not enough time!” I wailed as Philip weaved in and out of traffic, heading to the hospital. The building was within sight, but that didn't matter, this baby wasn’t staying put any longer.

  “We should have left hours ago when the contractions first started,” Philip said.

  “I know. I'm sorry. I thought we had more time. Labor with Christopher took forever.” I clenched my jaw, tried to breathe evenly as another contraction swept through me. The uncontrollable urge to push beat down on the pain that was currently ripping my pelvis in two.

  “We're not going to make it,” I said.

  Philip whipped the car into the valet parking area of the hospital. He barely had it in park before he rushed out and came to the passenger side, shouting at the people outside. I didn't even notice the movement, the rushing, the yelling. I was trying to concentrate on not giving birth to our daughter in the front seat of a car.

  I already had my pants around my ankles. Mckenna decided that she wanted to make an extreme entrance.

  Philip and someone else lifted me out of the car and laid me on a gurney. I let out a sigh of relief, assuming they were taking me up to an operating room or somewhere sterile so that I could have my baby girl there. But that wasn't the case, there wasn't enough time.

  I groaned and pushed as the final contraction tore through me. I heard Philip at my side, telling me I was doing a great job that everything was fine. We were outside on the curb, within ten feet of the hospital doors, but we were still outside.

  Our daughter wailed, piercing our ears with her newborn cry. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard. Someone had a towel or a blanket or something, and they wrapped her in it and placed her in my arms. I looked to Philip, tears pooling his eyes.

  “You did great,” he said. “That's our baby girl. That's her.”

  “Yes, it is,” I said. “She made one hell of an entrance.”

  ***

  Two hours later, we were cleaned up and in a hospital room, finally. Our baby girl weighed eight pounds, six ounces. She had all ten fingers and all ten toes. I held her in my arms, and Philip sat beside me on the bed.

  “I can't believe she's here. Seems like just yesterday that we got that positive pregnancy test,” I said.

  Philip sighed. He didn't really like to think about that day, even though it was both good and bad. His father was currently in the county jail awaiting trial. He hadn't been able to post bail, and no one had been willing to post it for him, so there he sat. Philip’s mom had been cleared of any wrongdoing. She'd been lied to, just like everyone else in the town. Since her eyes had been open to the crimes her husband committed, she’d started paying more attention to those around her, including Philip, Christopher, and me.

  “Are you sure you're okay for visitors?” Philip asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “I'm ready to show her off. Although I still might hold her the entire time.”

  He chuckled. “That’s fine. Mom's downstairs with Christopher. Kayden’s coming up later.”

  Kayden and Jackson had moved in with us a few months back and we'd opened the daycare a few weeks after. We were currently only watching six children, since I’d have a new baby to look after. But as soon as we were ready, we'd open it up to more kids. We'd even had a few people in the area express interest in working for us.

  Philip kissed my temple. “I love you, Omega.”

  I turned and looked up at him. “I love you, too, Alpha.”

  There was a knock at the door, and Christopher and Cheryl entered the room. Christopher came in timidly, eyes wide.

  “Come on in, buddy,” I said. “Come meet your little sister.”

  He grinned and rushed over to the bed.

  “Gentle now,” I said. “Daddy’s still a little sore and sister is really tiny.”

  Philip’s mom put a vase of flowers on the table. “I'm going to grab a coffee,” she said. “Let you guys have a few moments together.”

  “Okay.” I smiled at her. “Thank you.”

  She smiled back. “Thank you. She's beautiful,” she said.

  Christopher stood at the side of the bed and stared at his little sister. “When can I play with her?”

  Philip chuckled. “It'll be a little while. She's very tiny. It's going to be a bit before she can even set up for crawl or walk. But you could talk to her and read to her.”

  “I can show her all of our cool stuff at the house. All of my blocks and Legos.”

  Philip squeezed me tighter. “That sounds great buddy. You’re going to be a great big brother.”

  The End

  All Revved Up: Sneak Peak

  *The following has not be properly edited and may change before the book is released.

  All Revved Up will be available on Amazon on January 27th, 2018*

  Prologue

  Kayden

  I stared at the stick and my hands could barely believe my eyes My fingers shook and I dropped the test. It landed in the sink.

  “Shit.” I picked it up, and looked at it again.

  Two pink lines. Positive. I was pregnant.

  I never thought this would happen. I never wanted kids. I did everything I could to make sure I didn't have kids. I was on suppressants, we used condoms. I'd even taken in the morning after pill a time or two.

  Still, one of Turner’s swimmers got through. I shouldn't be surprised about that. My alpha was the Alpha to all Alphas. Turner Jeffries. Special Agent Turner Jeffries, FBI.

  He was not going to be happy about this. At least I assumed he wouldn't be. But what the hell did I know, he and I were sort o
f casual. Sure, I lived with him, but that just sort of happened. He didn’t ask me to move in, I just stopped going back to my apartment about six months ago.

  Fuck. What were we going to do? How was he going to react?

  It might take him a little while to come around. Hell, it was going to take me a while to come around. I was surprised and unprepared for this, but that didn't stop the excitement that coursed through me. I placed a hand over my flat abdomen. My ab muscles rippled beneath my fingertips. Those would be gone soon. But I didn't care. I was going to have a child. Turner's child.

  I had a lot of changes to make in my life. Being a Go Go dancer at a nightclub each night wasn't going to cut it. It wouldn't be long before I didn't look so hot in my skimpy uniform. I snorted. The G-string I put on every night for work could hardly be called a uniform.

  How long before my ankles swelled so much I couldn't fit them in my boots?

  None of that mattered though. I was going to have Turner's child.

  I wondered if the kid would be quiet and reserved like his father, or eccentric and loud like me. Would he be an Alpha or an Omega? Would he like to write like me, or be analytical like his Alpha Dad?

  Oh my God, what if it’s a girl?

  Only time would tell. And we had a little bit of time. It was impossible for me to know how far along I was right now, although I'd only been nauseous for a few days. Turner and I had been together for over a year. I loved him. I'm pretty sure he loved me. We never said anything like that, because, well, Turner never said anything unless he absolutely had to.

  The front door clicked open and I panicked. I dropped the stick again.

  I picked it up, along with box and instructions and stuck it in my dresser drawer, knowing that Turner wouldn’t go in there. I wanted to go to the doctor before I told him. Then I would know how far along I was and make sure that this wasn't a false positive. I doubted it was though, and I doubted that I'd be able to keep my mouth shut that long anyways.

  I snorted again. I'd probably spill the beans over dinner tonight. I never could keep secrets. And Sir always knew when I was keeping secrets.

  “Cole? Are you in here?” Turner’s booming, commanding voice reverberated through the room.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  Turner came into the room. He had his shirt unbuttoned and he was working his pants.

  “Oh, we're jumping right into playing, are we?” I asked. I wore my G string from work still, but I had put on my robe Turner had bought me for Christmas last year.

  Turner let out a ragged sigh.

  I searched his face for clues as to what could be wrong. Was he tired from work or had something gone wrong? He had dark circles under his eyes, but his cheek appeared to be swollen and there was a cut above his right eye.

  “Did you get into a fight?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it wasn't the best day.”

  I rushed to his side, looking at him over. “Are you all right? Have you been hurt?”

  He turned and showed me his left bicep. “Got shot. Bullet grazed me.”

  “Fuck, Turner,” I said. “You didn't think to call me and let me know?”

  He shrugged. “What were you going to do?”

  “I don’t know. Be there with you? What happened?” I asked.

  He tossed his shirt and pants on to the bed, then sat down. “We got a lead on one of the leaders of a sex trafficking ring in the area. So, we raided the place today.”

  I swallowed thickly. It was rare for him to share so much about his day. “I didn't even know you are working on a case like that.”

  “You know I can't talk to you about it. I shouldn't even be telling you about it now.”

  “So, why are you?” I said.

  He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Fuck. I don't know. There were kids there. A lot of them. Just babies.”

  My stomach turned and I sat next to him, curled my knees up and wrap my arms around them. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I needed a few cues from him first before I could determine if he wanted comfort or just wanted to talk. I’d learned to read his body language over the past year and most of the time, I got it right.

  He shook his head and stared off into space. “So many kids,” he said. “How can anyone have children and let that happen to them?”

  I cleared my throat. Alarms going off in my head. “I don't think that's what they intend to happen to them.”

  “Still,” he said. “Makes me sick to my stomach. Thank God that will never be an issue for me.”

  “What do you mean?” I said.

  He barked out a laugh. “I'm never going to have kids.”

  “You don't want kids?”

  “Hell no,” he said. “Kids are trouble. Not worth the time and money. I think I’d opt to terminate a pregnancy before I’d ever see it through.”

  I swallowed a gasp. “You can't really mean that. You just had a bad day. It’s got to be hard---”

  “No,” he said. “I mean it. I have half a mind to go to the doctor right now just get snipped. That way I wouldn't have to deal with it. No accidental babies. None of that shit complicating my life.”

  “I see,” I said. His mind was made up. There was nothing I was going to do or say to change it. “So, you'd be for terminating an unwanted pregnancy?”

  “Absolutely,” he said. “I'd insist on it. I just can't imagine raising a kid, opening yourself up to that kind of heartache and trouble. This world” He shook his head. “It's disgusting. And I can't see myself ever wanting to bring a child into it.”

  “That makes sense,” I said, and I pasted on a fake smile. One thing that being a waiter and a dancer does is teach you to put on the best fake smile you possibly can, award winning even. Meryl Strep had nothing on me.

  I bounced up. “What are we having for dinner?”

  “Looked like you had something on the stove,” he said.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said. “I was going to make tacos, because it's Tuesday.”

  “Sounds great.” He stood and walked past me, slapping me on the ass. “I'm going to take a shower, all right?”

  “Okay. Be careful with that arm. You're probably not supposed to get it wet.”

  He looked at it. “I'll be careful.”

  I kissed him, got up on my tippy toes, and planted one right on his lips. I knew it would be our last kiss, but he didn't.

  When he turned on the shower and hopped in, I sprang into action. I packed a bag and left. I never looked back.

  Mpreg Titles by Jena Wade

  Millerstown Moments

  Dashboard Lights

  All Revved Up

  Crying Out Loud

  Dragons Series

  Dragon’s Fire

  Dragon’s Ice

  Dragon’s Stone

  Dragon’s Jewel

  Dragon’s Spark

  Directions Series

  Up to Code

  Down to Earth

  Back to You

  Shorts

  Alpha Student

  Alpha Doctor

  Contemporary Titles by Jena Wade

  Just A Series

  Just A Week

  Just A Year

  & Series

  Shoes & Ties

  Lumber & Law

  Forever & Always

  RHI Series

  Reining Him In

  Roping Him In

  Mechanically Inclined

  Technically Dating

  Jena Wade

  Jena lives in Michigan with her husband, two dogs, and three children. By day she works as a web developer and at night she writes. She was born and raised on a farm and spends most of her free time outdoors, playing in the garden or tending to her landscaping.

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