Page 30 of The Omega's Savior

JAX

Ishut the door behind me softly and lean my head back against it. When Olivia’s breathing started to slow, I decided it was probably time for me to leave, even though the only thing I wanted to do was stay next to her.

As I head down the hall, I hear Summer laughing on the phone with who I assume are her friends.

I didn’t have any siblings or anything when I was growing up so I was always pretty lonely and I’m glad they had each other.

All things considered, Summer seems like a really well-adjusted kid, so Olivia seems to have done a great job.

I head downstairs and pack away all the leftovers. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out.

Hey, how’re you doing, man?

Good, the girls are all settled in and I’m about to pass out

Glad to hear it, you need your rest.

I just wanted to let you know the Agency really wants you to bring that omega in tomorrow so the police and stuff can get a statement

This early? Damn

Yeah, they want to get a move on it cause she’s the only one they haven’t interviewed yet and she may have more info since she was in the other warehouse

Makes sense, I’ll make sure she’s there tomorrow.

Cool man, get some sleep.

I head upstairs and flop into bed. It’s been a few nights since I’ve slept here since I’ve spent the last few nights sleeping in the uncomfortable ass recliner in Liv’s hotel room.

It feels a lot better than that recliner, for sure, but I can’t help but feel like her presence is missing. At least when I was sleeping at the hospital, she was right there.

I just want to hold her close and fall asleep with her in my arms.

One day. Hopefully one day soon.

* * *

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hiss, jumping backward.

I stare at the god-forsaken burnt mess on the pan in front of me and curse every single god that’ll listen.

I never learned how to cook. It’s never been that big of a deal. But this morning, I decided I wanted to do something nice for the girls and make them breakfast and now I’m stuck here with a block of charcoal and only half of the eggs I bought last night left.

“Why does it smell like the house is on fire?” Summer yawns from behind me.

I turn and see her eyes go wide when she makes eye contact with the monster I made.

“Wow. Okay, now I know.”

“You can laugh,” I sigh.

“It’s too early in the morning to laugh,” Summer says. “Here, let me help you. Do you have another pan?”

“Yeah, this one is a lost cause,” I say, dumping my fire fuel into the trash and putting the pan in the sink.

I grab another pan and put it on the stove for her to use and she gets started.

“How do you feel about my sister,” She asks as she starts whisking the rest of the eggs.

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