Chapter 668
Lake adjusted the seatbelt for the umpteenth time, the baby seemed to have gotten another growth spurt the past handful of days, his waist hurt even more recently.
Although he was the one driving, Davian noticed every single time he adjusted, a concerned frown growing on his face. Today was one of the few days Lake went down to the company, in front of them was the vibrant but cold sunset of winter - they were on their way home.
In the backseat, Rosie was busy on her tab, organizing the last of the days work as well as communicating with the other secretaries who were making their reports for the day.
Lake’s dark brown hair was held out of his face by by gold hairpins embedded with black diamonds. His expression was open as he minutely adjusted the straps of his seatbelt again like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
"Honey? Are you uncomfortable?" Davian finally cracked, not quite sure if he wanted to speed up or slow down.
Lake looked away from the sunset to his worried mate. "Only a little," He said honestly, knowing that the other wouldn’t be satisfied otherwise. "The baby clearly isn’t a fan of restrictions."
Davian put his foot down on the gas, "Maybe you could leave the companies to me until the baby is born."
Lake placed a hand on Davian’s shoulder, his round face breaking into a smile. "Maybe. But I would be bored staying at home constantly."
Davian was clearly struggling with the decision. If it were up to him, he would ditch the Mafia House and keep his mate company instead. "Then we’ll make you a different schedule." He said gruffly. One that wouldn’t put strain on Lake or cause him discomfort.
Lake was curious now, "What kind?"
Davian explained. Lake already stayed home for five days out of the week and Rosie stayed with him when he was home. It would be easy to add the two other days to that.
He would come home even more frequently, naturally, but Lake could have the company of his friends, go to a nearby park and other low-effort trips. It was due time for him to go on a vacation after all.
Lake laughed after intently listening to the elaborate plans his mate made. The sound made Rosie bring her head up, the sound drawing a smile from her.
"In the final month I won’t have a choice," He reminded. "Right now, I’m perfectly fine. It’s just like wearing a snug sweater." He explained away the discomfort the seatbelt brought.
Davian wore his disapproval on his face, even though he was going to be the most miserable in the arrangement.
Lake laughed even harder, it brightened up his entire face even as the last rays of sunlight dipped beneath the horizon. "Do you think I love to work?" He asked through chuckles.
Davian glanced over, he actually thought something similar to that. Lake was so dedicated to their Mafia House, it gave him strength to get through the days of the Omega’s absence.
Lake pulled back his hand to adjust the seatbelt once more. "I’m not used to doing nothing but I like going to the company because it has you."
The mansion came into view then but Davian slowed down, his tender gaze on Lake.
Lake leaned over the best he could to grab his mate’s arm with both of his. "So let me keep the two days I get to spend completely with you, okay?" He urged, his honey brown eyes catching the headlights.
Davian slowly drove into the opened gates, his mind long made up. He parked and undid his seat belt, leaning closer so that Lake didn’t have to strain.
"Okay," He agreed, his voice soft. "But if you feel even a little off, tell me."
Lake pressed a kiss to the hard line of Davian’s jaw. It was right in front of him, he couldn’t resist. "Of course."
He let out a sigh of relief when his seatbelt was undone. Giving Davian a reassuring smile when he gave him a pointed look. "Snug sweater remember?"
Rose got out then and Davian did the same, going around to open the door for Lake and help him out. The skies had been cloudy all day but now that the sun had set, it cleared up. There was a pretty crescent moon, and despite the light pollution, sparkling stars could be seen.
Lake was swept off his feet as soon as he stepped out of the car, and knowing that Davian would carry him up the stairs anyways, he didn’t protest, resting his head on his mate’s shoulder.
Dinner was so routinely familiar that it was beautiful. It didn’t matter how many times they sat around the counter and had the exact same conversation, Lake appreciated it each time.
If someone had told him a year ago that this was what was going to happen, he would have laughed in their face.
"One more slice of fudge?" He pleaded with his dark-faced mate who was hoarding the almost empty tray he had gone to town on.
Davian was stoic, taking away the tray to put it away in the fridge. He had been overconfident, keeping the spiced fudge a secret from Lake until he was done eating. Yet his mate had outperformed his expectations, somehow managing to fit almost an entire tray of fudge in with his dinner.
Lake sighed heavily when his ploy didn’t work, his cheek squished when he rested it on his palm. "It’s not my fault my wonderful mate is such a great cook." He sighed to himself but his voice was loud enough to carry.
Rosie watched this scene with interest, nibbling on the blueberry muffins she had finally wrangled from her Mafia King. She knew she wouldn’t be getting anymore so she ate them carefully.
Davian paused in front of the fridge, already a lost cause. He doubled back with a gruff expression and carefully placed down two slices of chocolate soaked fudge. "If you eat any more than this, you’ll be unable to fall asleep."
Rosie eyed the two of them, although Davian was scolding her boss, his tone was gentle, coddling. So she decided to try her luck. "Can I get another muffin from the best cook ever?"
Davian’s gray eyes froze over when he looked over at her. "No. Got to bed."
Rosie rose to her feet in defeat, the last muffin she had been nibbling on had finally finished. "Goodnight." She mumbled, trudging off.