Page 87 of His Surrogate Omega

Rohan finished his phone call and walked back into the room, again leaning on the doorframe. He saw Jamie and Gray deep in conversation, and a little part of him was jealous of this friendship they’d formed in the matter of a few months.

After what he’d just heard, though, it made a hell of a lot more sense.

Gray had been selfless. Rohan could only assume any other omega in his position likely would’ve jumped at the chance to wrangle an available alpha. Freedom. Money. Privilege. Jamie was handing them all over on a silver platter.

Instead, Gray had encouraged Jamie to seek treatment—to fight for all those things— something he hadn’t been able to make happen in the days since he’d learned of the cancer’s resurgence. Gray had demanded Jamie not give up hope.

And given him a reason.

For the first time in a long time, Rohan felt a little of that hope himself. He also now had a glimpse of what it was Jamie saw in Gray.

Jamie’s head turned toward him. “Did you get a chance to call the doctor?”

“His receptionist is fitting you in tomorrow afternoon,” Rohan said.

“Great.”

“How about I make us some tea?” Gray said, rising from the side of the bed.

“Actually,” Jamie said. “I’m feeling a bit tired… I hate to send you away, but I’d love a nap. But, yet, I don’t want you to leave… I want to knoweverythingabout your appointment this morning.”

“How about I go rest my feet downstairs for a bit and let you sleep. I’ll stay a while and maybe we can have that tea once you awaken?”

Jamie frowned. “Don’t you need to get back to the boys?”

“Avery’s on winter break right now. He can handle them for one night without me,” Gray said before he tucked the blanket in around Jamie.

Gray headed out of the room, barely looking at Rohan as he passed.

Rohan followed him out into the hallway. “Gray?”

Gray turned, and Rohan’s stare was drawn to the rounded swell of his stomach even more in profile. He lifted his gaze and met the omega’s.

“Thank you… I don’t even know how to repay you for convincing him to seek treatment.”

Gray shook his head. “There’s no reason to thank me. I did it solely for selfish reasons.”

Rohan frowned. “How so?”

Gray’s eyes shone with tears. “I know it doesn’t make sense… we’ve barely known each other more than six months… but he’s probably one of the best friends I’veeverhad. And I’m not ready to let him go. I love him too much.”

Rohan choked back tears of his own. “That doesn’t sound selfish to me.”

“We both know it is. If he’s really as sick as I sense he is… if it will only give him a few more months and nothing but torment… I’m a terrible person for asking him to do this.” A tear slid down Gray’s face. “But I want a miracle. I want him to live. I’ve never asked much of this world. But I think I’m owed it.”

Silence hung between them as he caught Gray’s stare. Rohan prayed with everything within him that Gray got his wish.

He silently added his own plea to the gods above as Gray made his way downstairs.

After going back into Jamie’s room to check in and give his omega a peck on the forehead, he headed down, too. He found Gray in front of the fridge, surveying the inventory. It wasn’t much, he was afraid, but he might be able to slop something together.

“Hungry?”

Gray turned to look over his shoulder and closed the fridge. “Sorry. I’m famished. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

“First I’m so sick I can barely eat,” he said, absently stroking his stomach. “And now all I want to do is eat.”

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