You're My Angel

Chapter Fifty Two

*Axel*

We silently drove back to the house. I clench the wheel tightly, having a hard time comprehending everything that just happened. I was having a baby. We were having a baby. Tristan was pregnant with my unborn child. It was...unbelievable.

For years I tried to avoid this very situation. To impregnate an Omega that only wanted my money and status. But Tristan wasn't like that. He didn't see anything beyond the fact that I was someone who loved him wholeheartedly. That he was someone who loved me just as much in return. He didn't care about money or fame. He didn't care that I was part of a bigger social standing. And he didn't care about the Nolan Clan being attached to my name.

He had been sheltered and I feel like the universe made him that way so I could find him and love him the way he deserved to be loved. That he was born in a hateful and unjust world so I can show him a brighter one, to shower him with love and affection.

But I never imagined that I would be a father so soon. I have pictured it a time or two, us having children, but it was such a far-off dream that I didn't put too much thought into it. Maybe I should have. As much as I was happy that he was carrying my offspring I couldn't help but feel anxiety and uneasiness about our future.

The fact that I still haven't gotten away from Han and the clan was a big part of it. My dealings and the errands I were sent out to do is no situation for my child to grow up around in. I would do anything to protect them and their birth father to the death. But I didn't want to live my life that way and I didn't want them to keep hiding because of bastards like Han and Lincoln.

I frown at that last thought. Lincoln.

He was turning out to be completely the opposite of his personality than he has been for the last decade or so. I was still confused on his behavior. Why all the sudden did he want to help us out? It just didn't make any sense to me at all. But for now, my birth father was safe from the cruelty he had to endure for the last twenty years.

I look over to my mate to see him smiling down at the little sonogram that was our...what did he call them? Little bean? It was cute the way he was already affectionately nicknaming our child.

Our child.

Man, I don't think I could ever get tired of thinking or saying that phrase.

He's been in this happy daze since we left the doctor's office and that made me happy to see him in that state. But I couldn't help but feel a little guilty towards him. Because of me, his life will have to be put on hold...again.

Because the next few months were going to be hard on him. He may not feel it now, but soon his hormones will change, and he was going to be a lot more sensitive and vulnerable than before. Not to mention his schooling will be set back once he has the baby. He's going to need time to recover and taking care of the infant was going to be hard work.

Thankfully, I was there to help with anything that he needed of me. I refuse to allow him to be a shut in Omega that was only meant to bare and raise children. Once he was good enough to resume his ambitions, I'll be right there to support him.

He deserved it. He deserved the world.

"What do you want it to be? A boy? A girl?" He asks excitedly as he rubs his thumb gently against the image of them.

I cracked a smile, looking back at the road. "Honestly, I'm happy with either. As long as they're healthy and look just like you, I'll be satisfied."

He blushes when he tenderly says, "No way. They have to look like you. Raising a little one that's the splitting image of their father...I'll be happy with that."