The Omega's Mate?

Chapter 68: Alexandre's POV

(March: 5 months)

"Xandre!" August's voice woke me from my sleep. I jumped out of bed as alert as I could be and ran to the bathroom where August's voice came from.

"What, what's wrong?" I blinked, trying to wake up.

"I put my shoes on anymore," He looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.

"Babe, why are you up? It's four in the morning." I questioned.

"Well, I wanted some tacos from jack in the box, so I was going to go get some. Then I was trying to put my shoes on, and here we are." August sniffled, holding up his shoe in defeat.

"August, baby, get back in bed." I sighed, pointing toward our room.

"I want tacos though Xandre, it'll take me 20 minutes or a little more to go get them." He pouted, giving me a look he knew I couldn't resist.

"Stay in bed; I'll go get them," I said, defeatedly.

"You don't have to..." He responded, "But since you kindly volunteered, I would like four tacos, a sprite, and a medium curly fry." August grinned at me. "Oh and a shake, a cookie and cream one, no cherry, if they put a cherry on it and that red juice gets on the whipped cream, I'm sending your ass back to get me another one."

"Okay, anything else?" I asked, knowing him, he had another thing he wanted but wouldn't tell me until I got back. I'm saying that from experience.

"No, I think that's all." He shook his head.

"Uh-huh, so when I get home, I'm not going anywhere else. By the time I get back, I'll be doing morning patrol, so speak now or forever hold your peace." I raised my brow to him.

"Can you get me a donut from Shipley's and a sausage and cheese kolache?" He licked his lips.

"Thought so; I'll be back August, just rest." I pointed to the bed.

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When I got home, August was sitting on the couch watching a movie, rubbing his stomach. I sat the food down on our coffee table and sat down next to him. "Your shake." I handed him the drink.

"Xandre, you'll never believe what happened while you were gone!" He said excitedly, grabbing my hand and putting it to his stomach. "He moved! Do you feel it?" August looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"No, I don't feel it yet." I rubbed his belly. August poked his stomach, trying to get a reaction from our child, but to no avail; I didn't feel anything.

"Little turd, why don't you kick for daddy?" He poked his stomach again.

"Well, I'm sure I'll feel it another time as he grows." I smiled, cupping his face with the hand that was on his stomach.

"It feels so weird." He stated, putting his hand on his stomach. "It's like a little flutter, like butterflies in your stomach, you know?"

"I bet it does." I grinned, putting my hand over his. "Now eat up, we have to finish getting ready for the Summit, and you need a little more rest before we do that." I pecked his lips.

"Also, I lied about not being able to put my shoes on so you'd get me food." August grinned, grabbing a bag of food.

"You little," I ruffled his hair. 

"Genius is the word you're looking for." He wagged his finger in the air.

"I was more thinking along the lines of "devil" but, okay, whatever you say, love." I chuckled, shaking my head.