Page 47 of Targeted By Fate
KEANE
I went to pull up my pants and button them, only once I got them up, they wouldn’t button. I knew this day was coming and had been delaying it, wearing my mate’s sweats instead. But it was time to just accept the fact that I needed to go get paternity clothes.
I didn’t want to. It wasn’t that I didn’t love being pregnant or carrying our baby and keeping them safe. I loved the way my body changed to accommodate the growing life inside me, I just hated clothes shopping. Everything looked great on the rack, but then when I went to put it on, the sizing was messed up or it fit weird in spots, especially my shoulders.
I was not in the mood to face the racks, but it was time. It was either buy new clothes or walk around naked. Boaz would love the naked plan if it was only us, but that wasn’t how life worked.
I took out my phone and messaged Boaz.You busy?
It was a stupid question. Of course he was busy. He’d been working his tail off in his new position and looking out for me. Absolutely, he was busy.
But two seconds later, the phone rang. When I answered it, the first words out of his mouth were, “I’m never too busy for you, my love.”
Now I felt guilty. It didn’t take much lately. My hormones were all over the place, and extreme emotional responses were pretty much my norm.
“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask. I should’ve waited until you got home.”
“Mate, I’ll always rather you call me right away, no matter what it was.”
That was oddly specific. There had to be a story there.
“What can I do for you, Kitten?”
“I’m—I’m calling uncle,” I grumbled.
“Uncle?”
“Yeah… I need to get some clothes that fit. These won’t even button.”
“I’ve got you. Go into the closet. There’s a bag with a stork on it. Grab it.”
I waddled over there, and sure enough, there it was, and inside? Inside it were a bunch of different paternity clothes. Best. Mate. Ever.
“When did you do this?” I hugged the pants close to me.
“When you stopped wearing your button pants?” Of course he’d noticed. He noticed everything.
“Thank you, alpha mine.”
“Nope. We’re not doing that. These are clothes to get you to the store. Get dressed. We’re going out. We’ll buy some more. You don’t want to do laundry every other day.” That was true. “And there’s someplace I want to stop.”
“Okay. I’ll be ready.” I didn’t hesitate to agree with him. I still didn’t want to go get clothes, but “someplace I want to stop” was a surprise, and I was there for that.
I barely had my clothes on when my mate came home. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”
I was still confused. Why would he be that happy about me getting new clothes? That didn’t really make sense, but also… he did like to spoil me.
I pulled him in for a kiss. “You’re the best. How did you find clothes that fit me so well?” I picked up my shirt and showed him how the pants still had room but were nice and firmly up—no chance of falling.
“I know your body, Kitten.” He placed his hand on my growing belly. “I’ll call ahead and have them pull more of these styles for you.”
“You… what?”
“I’ll call ahead. You hate clothes shopping.” Every time I thought he couldn’t be any more perfect, he went and did something like this.
“I really do. But I don’t remember telling you that. Do you know everything about me?”
He gave me a deep kiss, and I nearly forgot that I’d asked him a question. “I pay attention, if that’s what you mean. But no, I don’t know everything. I learn something new every day. It’s one of my favorite things.”
