Page 123 of His Surrogate Omega

“Oh, I will,” Serge said with a smile.

“I’ve already instructed our new manservant to set everything up,” Jamie said with a smile.

Serge rolled the chair toward their bedroom, leaving Rohan there to wallow in self-loathing.

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Together, at last…

“Hello again.”

Gray lifted his stare from the book Avery had sent over in Auggie’s backpack, reeling from the little he’d read. He opened his mouth to say hello and suddenly realized he couldn’t remember the man’s name. Shame hit him as he searched his mind.

“I apologize, but I think the pregnancy hormones are destroying my brain. What was your name again?”

“Tole,” the manservant said as he dragged the small table from the corner of the bedroom closer to the bed.

“That’s right. Tole. How are you?”

“Wonderful,” the man said before slipping from the room. He walked back in an instant later with a large crate in his hands. After placing it on the floor near the bed, he pulled out a tablecloth and covered the table.

“Might I ask what you’re doing?” Gray asked, frowning.

“Mr. Jamie asked that I set up dinner here—so you didn’t feel so lonely,” the manservant said as he began to take china from the crate and place it on the table. “I’ll still bring you a tray so you can stay in bed, but the others can eat at the table alongside you.”

“You shouldn’t have to go to so much trouble. They can come up and visit with meafterdinner,” Gray said.

“It’s no trouble,” the manservant said with a smile. “I think it’s rather sweet of Mr. Jamie. To think of someone else when he’s gotsomuch to be worried about himself.”

Gray clenched his hand at the sound of pity in the manservant’s voice. “Soon, he’ll be well and I’ll be out of this bed, and we won’t have those same worries.”

The manservant lifted his head from where he was placing silverware, looking somewhat confused.

He will get better… don’t count him out yet.

The beta’s expression faded, and he went back to work, setting the table.

For three.

“Is Jamie joining us?”

“No. He’ll be having his supper in his room. He’s feeling a bit tired tonight, he said.”

Gray eyed the third place at the table. “Who’s our other guest?”

The manservant gazed at the table, frowning. “Other guest?” He stepped back and looked. “Lake and August… and Mr. Rohan.” He lifted his stare to Gray. “There’s only the three of them. Have I made a mistake?”

“Oh, no, I suppose not,” Gray murmured. “My mistake.”

The manservant smiled. “I’ll head down and bring the food up. Be right back.”

A few moments after the manservant left, the door opened and Rohan strode in. “Knock, knock.”

Gray drew in a slow breath. Being this close to the man who’d claimed his body was getting harder by the day. The house was filled with Rohan’s scent. It lingered in every room. “Hello.”

Rohan smiled slightly. “I understand we’re having dinner in here tonight.”

“You don’t have to… if you don’t want,” Gray said, looking away. If he stared into Rohan’s eyes too long, he felt the need to babble. If he opened his mouth, all the wrong things would come out. “I know we probably shouldn’t.”

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