Page 38 of Romancing the Omega

That night, Yeo cooked biscuits and gravy. He was having a baby and he wanted biscuits and gravy.

“You make the best biscuits,” Summer said. “Mom and Asshole’s cook never made them this well.”

“They’re angel biscuits,” Yeo said, squeezing Caden’s hand. “There’s a restaurant outside of Nashville that makes them.”

“Angel biscuits. Of course, they’re angel biscuits if you made them,” Caden said. “Hopefully you’ll crave these all the time while you’re pregnant.”

“Knowing our luck, he’ll probably crave pickles and salmon patties or something like that,” Summer said.

Yeo stuck his tongue out at his sister. “How is school going?”

“You see my grades,” she said, teasingly. “Really, it’s going well. I didn’t know if I’d like a new school in a new town, but so far everyone is either nice or indifferent.”

“I suppose having Hannah around helps,” Caden said, hiding his smile when Summer blushed.

“Hannah is… Hannah is something else,” Summer said. “I’ve never met someone so passionate about life. She’s genuine, you know? She’s so kind. If I hurt, she hurts. If I’m happy, she’s happy.”

“You really like her,” Yeo said. He wondered if it was more than a kid’s crush.

“I don’t think there’s anyone like her in all the world,” Summer said. “I didn’t feel like this when I was crushing on Misty Butler back in Tennessee. This is more, guys. I think I’ll either marry her or be her best friend for the rest of my life. Either way, Hannah and I are a team.”

“That’s great,” Yeo said. “Be careful, though. Make sure you two are on the same page. I’d hate for you to get your heart broken.”

Sassy started barking when someone knocked on the door. Linc was sitting on Caden’s lap, so Yeo went to see who it was. It had best not be another well-intentioned intervention, Yeo thought. Carter had talked Caden into completely renovating the remaining space which would take time and be noisy. Ray stood at the door and smiled wide when Yeo answered the door.

“Hi, Ray.”

“I found your papa,” Ray said. Yeo squealed and jumped the poor man, scaring the crap out of him. He wrapped his arms around Ray’s neck and hugged him hard.

“Do you have his number? Can I call him?”

“We need to talk first,” Ray said. “There’s some stuff you need to know.”

“Come in.” Yeo pulled the large beta into the kitchen. “Sit down. Do you want some biscuits and gravy?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” Ray said, taking a sniff of the plate of warm biscuits. “Are these homemade?”

“Sure are,” Summer said. She dished him up a plate and set it in front of him. “You want some orange juice?”

“Thanks,” he said. “That would be great.” He started shoveling food in his mouth, but took breaks to fill Yeo in. “My buddy from the Jackson Police Department finally got back to me. He knew right away what was going on. Your papa’s alpha was a real doomsday, conspiracy theorist nut job. He kept the family completely off the grid right outside Jackson. They had a tiny farm there.”

“That explains why he couldn’t call me more,” Yeo said.

“His alpha wasn’t fond of you, that’s for sure. I talked to a few of their neighbors and more than one told me he would often rant about loose omegas and the devil spawn they made.”

“Aww, you’re a cute devil spawn,” Summer said, patting his shoulder.

“He wasn’t good to your papa or your siblings either,” Ray said. “He beat on your papa and wouldn’t let him go to the hospital. Your poor papa has scars all over his face. One of the neighbors said the alpha liked to use a broken beer bottle on him.”

“No,” Yeo said, covering his mouth. His papa needed him. He would never let anyone hurt him again.

“The last year was the worse. Your papa had four children with him, but they were all omega boys. From what I understand, the fucker got tired of him and started screwing any woman or omega he could, hoping to get an alpha son,” Ray said.

“That bastard,” Caden said. “How did he treat the boys?”

“From what I can tell, Yeo’s papa protected them from any physical abuse.”

“The alpha is dead now, right?” Yeo had never been happier about someone’s death. There were more ways to hurt children than with your fists. He imagined they’d suffered plenty.

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