Page 109 of His Surrogate Omega

“No. I’m not quite ready yet,” Jamie admitted.

He chuckled. “Do I not make your tea and toast right? Or is that a job better left for Gray?”

Jamie smiled. “Heisa bit better of a cook.”

Rohan looked at his watch. “Well, you won’t wait too much longer. He should be here any moment… which means it’s time for me to go.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t,” Jamie murmured.

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Go.”

Rohan eyed Jamie.

“As if I couldn’t tell you both avoid each other whenever possible,” Jamie added.

“It’s best this way. He and I agree.”

“Best for who? Me?” Jamie asked.

Rohan sat down on the edge of the chaise. “I wish you would stop. I love you.You. Not him.” They’d finally gotten back into one room… with Jamie allowing him a few hugs and caresses again. After the famine he’d been through, he felt rich.

But he hated the constant badgering about what came next. It seemed to come more often now.

Jamie sighed. “You have room for us both in your heart.”

“Perhaps. But the more you push, the more I want to fight against it. And I haven’t given up onusyet.”

Jamie growled as Rohan placed a chaste kiss on his forehead.

“Growl all you want,” he said. “I refuse to let you continue pushing me away.”

Rohan heard the door open and shut, and realized he was late leaving. “Damn.”

Jamie reached a hand out and grabbed Rohan’s arm. “There’s no rush. You can at least say hello. Ask him how he’s doing. See how big his belly is getting.”

Rohan hadn’t laid eyes on Gray since they’d had their moment at the base of the stairs, when he’d nearly stepped across the line. He wasn’t ready to face the omega yet.

But he’d have no choice, it seemed. Gray came rushing into the room, looking excited.

“Good morning!”

“Morning,” Rohan murmured, rising from the chaise. His stare went straight to Gray’s full belly and a rush of lust hit him. How he wanted to move closer… stroke the swell… lay kisses along Gray’s stomach.

“I have something for you,” Gray said, brushing past Rohan to lay a brown paper package in Jamie’s lap.

Jamie grinned and opened it.

Rohan frowned when he saw Jamie’s scrunched up face, lit with horror. Worry hit him when he saw a shine of tears in Jamie’s eyes.

“Well. Let’s put it on,” Gray said before lifting a wig from the wrapping and sliding it onto Jamie’s head.

Once it was settled, Rohan stared. It was almost like he was looking at the mate he recalled from so long ago—a past he scarcely remembered anymore. Before the cancer. Before the division Jamie thought would save him. Before, when things were wonderful and there was no fear in their lives.

“This is your hair,” Jamie murmured to Gray. “Isn’t it?”

Gray smiled as he sat on the side of the chaise to look at Gray. “It is. I remember you saying my shade was close to what yours was before chemo.”

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