Page 12 of Omen's Bombshell

“Sweetheart, I know my son is a stubborn asshole every single day of his life. I blame his daddy for that,” Marie begins, laughing with the rest of us as she throws her man under the bus with her son. “Anyway, I’ve never seen him react to a woman the way he reacts to you. He’s done nothing but think of you and want you since the day of Melissa and Homicide’s wedding. You’ve got Kellan so fucking lost inside his own head he doesn’t know how the fuck to get out again. Plus, you’re pregnant with his son or daughter. He’s lost, Oaklynn. Give him some time to get his shit straight.”

“Marie, I’m never gonna force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. I told him about the baby because he has the right to know as the father. If he chooses not to be in his child’s life, I won’t ever force him to take on that role. I’ll be the best mom and dad to this little one as I can without him at my side,” I say, rubbing a hand over my stomach as the baby starts to move and warp my stomach with each flip and roll they do. “Omen is a grown man and can make his own decisions. What I need to do is move home to give him the space he clearly needs. Tomorrow morning I’ll be heading to the cabin I got before moving here. I’ll keep everyone updated on how I’m feeling, but I’m doing much better and need to get my house in order before I even think about getting anything for the baby.”

Marie just looks at me with a sad smile on her face as I stand from my chair with Kimber’s help. Without another word, I make my way over to the tent with all the food and drinks that have been prepared for today’s picnic. Music is blaring from the speakers that have been set up outside and I hum along to the current song playing. I smile hello to the men who greet me as I pass and feel Omen’s eyes on me as I make my way through the buffet style set up of food. By the time I’m done, my plate is piled high and I feel a warmth at my back and immediately know it’s Omen. The smell of leather and oil surrounds me as well as the scent that’s uniquely his.

“Let me carry this to the table for ya,” he says, his deep voice washing over me as his breath fans out across the back of my neck since my hair is up in a messy bun.

Omen doesn’t give me the chance to tell him yes or no as he takes my plate from me and starts walking toward the table without looking back. I watch and follow behind him as he takes my plate to the picnic table where we’ve been sitting all day and adjusts the umbrella that’s jutting out from the middle of the table to protect us from the sun. He doesn’t want me to get sunburned and made the Prospects go out and buy this for today the second he realized I’d be out here hanging out with the ol’ ladies of the club. Homicide has joined us as I make my way carefully over to the table and sit down behind where Omen’s set my plate. Instead of hanging out to talk with his best friend, Omen turns and leaves the table once again. I don’t watch him walk away as I take my seat and dig into the food that I’ve been smelling all day long. I’m honestly surprised no one else made me eat before now.

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Stifling another yawn, I take my seat on the blanket Jace laid out for me. My back is killing me from sitting at the picnic table all day long and I’m honestly ready to head inside and go to bed. Melissa talked me into remaining outside with everyone until the fireworks display is over. Instead of turning down my best friend’s pleas, I gave in to her and am now sitting between her and Homicide and Rooster and Marie. Omen is somewhere in the backyard as Jace walks over to where a few of the Slayer Slits are standing. He’s getting ready to choose his fuck of the night and I’m not about to get in his way of sex. So, I remain quiet as I sit back against the pillows one of the Prospects brought out for me to lean against after Omen saw me rubbing my back the best I could.

“Are you okay?” Marie asks me, seeing me try to stretch out my body again while groaning at the discomfort I’m currently experiencing.

“Just sore. Sat at the picnic table too long. I’ll be going inside to bed once the fireworks are over,” I try to assure her despite me not being sure it’s the complete truth with the pain I’m currently in.

“If it gets worse, let me know,” she demands while Rooster looks over at me with concern filling his face.

“I will,” I promise her as I try to lean back even more so I can get comfortable.

The first firework goes off and I look up at the sky with everyone else. Delilah crawls into my lap with her little thumb in her mouth and rests against my stomach. It’s not helping my back, but I’m not about to turn away this little girl. She captured my heart from the second she was born and I’ve never been able to turn down anything her or Zeke want. These kids are loved by so many people and I’m grateful I’m one of the lucky ones to be in their lives. Both of them have me wrapped around their little fingers and I will always do anything they need or want.

I point out the colors to Delilah as I see both couples on either side of me kiss under the sky lit up with various colors and jealousy fills me. This is how I want to be instead of sitting here alone. My gaze roams the backyard until they land on Omen. He’s staring at me from across the yard and I can’t tell what the look on his face means. Omen lifts his cup to his lips as more fireworks burst in the sky above us. His eyes take in Delilah being in my lap as I hold her close to my body in protection of something happening to her. While I want him to make his way over to me and wrap me in his arms to hold me close to his body, I don’t move or say a word to anyone. It takes everything in me, but I manage to tear my eyes from the man I want as mine to pay attention to the girl I love like my niece and the colorful display above us. At the same time I try to push down the jealousy and hurt filling me with the knowledge that this will always be my life. I won’t have time to date or get to know a man once the baby is here and I’d never randomly bring a guy into the life of my child. Even if I don’t know what the future holds for me, I do know that much with certainty.

Chapter Seven

Omen

WATCHING OAKLYNN Afew nights ago as we all celebrated the Fourth of July, I realized that I wanted to be at her side when the fireworks were going off. She had my parents on one side of her and Homicide and Melissa on the other. Both of them were making out like teenagers during the fireworks display while my gaze was locked on Oaklynn as she held Delilah in her arms. I know she was in pain and not comfortable at all based on the look she had covering her face. Even from across the yard I could see every wince and flinch as she moved or Delilah squirmed in her lap. She looked so sad and upset every single time her eyes met mine and it took everything in me not to go to her and hold her close. Instead, I kept my distance and didn’t go to her. I want to take the look of hurt from her eyes and reassure her that everything will be okay. That we’ll figure everything out together. Instead, I don’t know if I can. She’s slowly changing every thought I have about an ol’ lady and kids and I don’t like it. Especially when I’m so completely torn about how to feel and think about the situation.

I’ve kept my distance from Oaklynn since that night and it’s not hard to do considering she moved into the cottage she got before moving here. I’m not sure if she bought it or is renting, but she was adamant about moving in properly after a week of being at the clubhouse after her attack. She doesn’t have a headache any longer and is showing no signs of anything else being wrong. I know she goes to the doctor this week and I’d like to go with her, but I don’t know how to tell her. From what I’ve heard, my mom is going to take her though. I’m happy she won’t be alone, but it should be me going with her. This is one of the things a dad should be doing with the mother of his child. Instead, I’m pretending it’s not happening and keeping my mouth shut as I sit at the bar and think of Oaklynn and everything I should be doing to help her and make her mine.

“I didn’t think you were fuckin’ stupid, Omen, but I’m findin’ out every day that I’m wrong,” my dad states, sitting at the bar next to me as a Prospect hands him over a beer.

“The fuck are you talkin’ about?” I question him, turning angry eyes toward my dad.

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