Page 117 of His Surrogate Omega

“Can you take me back to bed?” Gray asked, averting his stare.

After carrying his pregnant omega back to the bed, Rohan lowered Gray and got him covered. “I’ll order us some dinner for tonight. I didn’t know we’d have company. Are you hungry for anything in particular?”

“Chicken soup sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“But a steak sounds yummy, too,” Gray added suddenly. He frowned and looked at Rohan. “Do you have any walnut maple ice cream, by chance?”

Rohan chuckled. “Sounds like I need to go run to the grocery.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble,” Gray said. “Unless you were already going to go?”

“I was,” Rohan fibbed. “Is there anything else I can get you while I’m there?”

“Pickles? The sliced dill kind.” Gray nodded. “Oh, and some plums. Toffee popcorn? Maybe some caramel sauce for the ice cream.”

Rohan eyed him. “Do you have your phone?”

Gray reached into his pocket and lifted it out. “Yep.”

“Text me a list. You have until I get to the store to add items.”

Gray smiled. “Thank you.”

Rohan returned the smile. As much as he hated the thought of Gray being there, a part of him had wanted it from the start. His pregnant omega was under his roof.

And he was pleased.

* * * *

Greetings from home…

Avery knocked on the mansion’s front door. In the dark, it was hard to truly get the size and scope of the place, but apparently Jamie’s alpha did alright for himself. The door whipped open, and a harried looking alpha filled the doorframe. Avery tensed… he was still getting used to being in tight quarters with alphas, and he’d yet to relax completely in their presence.

“Can I help you?”

He lifted the two bags in his hands. “I’m Gray’s nephew, Avery. I brought his things.”

“Wonderful,” the alpha said. “Come in.”

Avery passed the huge man before turning to face him.

The alpha looked outside and then back at him. “Your brothers aren’t here?”

“No, I left them at home. I’m not so sure it’s the greatest idea to send them here for the next two months. I was hoping I could talk to my uncle?”

“Sure,” the man said. “If you don’t mind, I’m trying to get some groceries put away. Can I give you some directions?”

“Absolutely.”

“Top of the stairs, hang a left. Second to last door on the left.”

Avery nodded. “Thanks.”

The alpha headed off to wherever he’d come from, and Avery took the curving staircase. Nosy, he checked the place out as he walked up. The foyer was huge… and there was a second-floor gallery hallway that traveled three sides. A railing wrapped the hallway, giving a perfect view down. Huge paintings graced the walls of the foyer—which was more great hall than foyer—and more graced the walls of the second floor halls.

Avery turned left and then paused. One of the paintings looked familiar, and he was almost sure that it was one of his uncles. He smiled and continued on.

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