Page 122 of His Surrogate Omega

“Would you like to see your uncle?”

“Sure,” Auggie said excitedly.

They walked next door, and he watched as Auggie rushed in and jumped onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around his uncle and squeezed tight. “Uncle Gray!”

Gray smiled and hugged the boy back…

And Rohan had to take a step away. The sight of his omega, filled with child and holding another…

Not my omega. He’snotmine.

Nevertheless, the instinct roared in his chest.

Gray’s stare slid to his, as if he sensed the bond tightening.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Rohan murmured.

“Where’s Lake?”

“Playing the new Playkit Rohan got for us,” Auggie said.

“Did you thank Rohan for that?”

“He already did,” Rohan said, forcing a smile. He took another step back. “I’ll call the boys down for dinner later.”

Gray’s stare went to his, and he felt the pull wrapping around him again. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Rohan murmured, looking away.

“No… I mean forallthis. It was too much to ask of you. Two boys and a pregnant omega invading your home.”

You belong here.

Rohan drew in a breath, shocked by the thought—but that didn’t help when Gray’s scent filled his nose. Before he could stop his mouth, it spoke the words he’d thought. “This is your home, too.”

Gray’s eyes widened.

“For as long as you need it to be,” Rohan added, trying to save them both the discomfort.

Gray nodded, wide-eyed, and looked away. “So have you any homework?” he asked Auggie.

“I just had to read, and I did it in the car on the way.”

Rohan escaped the room and rested back against the closed door, breathing heavily.

“Are the boys settled for now?”

Rohan turned his head to see Serge seating Jamie in the wheelchair at the top of the stairs. Jamie had a knowing look on his face…

“Lake is attacking the video games, and little Auggie is inside with Gray.”

Jamie smiled softly. “Good. I’m going to take a nap until dinner. Serge will bring up my broth and tea, so why don’t you have dinner with the boys.”

“Okay. My love.”

“Maybe you can have it in Gray’s bedroom. There’s a small table and chairs in there, so it could work. And it would keep him company.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Who’s going to keep you company?”

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