Chapter One
Hever watched Desmondand his growing family from the porch. The meal and games night had been great, and once again, the small, practical research and development arm had a successful holiday meal.
Hever called her mother while she was cleaning up. “So, my passive activation bit me in the butt again this year.”
Her mother chuckled on the large kitchen projection. “Well, it looks like you had fun.”
“I did. Desmond’s family is great.”
Her mom said, “You didn’t... uh... have a date?”
Hever glanced at her parent. “No. Not for the holidays. All is quiet.”
“Ah, well. I can hope. How is work?”
“Classified.”
Her mother laughed. “Good to know.”
They chatted about the big family party in a week and who all would be attending.
“What are you bringing for the littles?”
“Oh, just some stuff I made on my breaks. Little scooters that they sit on and stuff.”
“Nice. Did you want to have them dropped by before the weekend?”
“Sure. I know you like to colour-code your decorations. I will send them by tomorrow.”
“Why don’t you bring them by for dinner, and I can start the holiday hugging.” Her mom grinned.
“Of course, Mom. It’s the best part of the holidays.”
She got a request for a date the next night and denied it.
She said farewell to her mother and promised to be at her place for dinner the following night.
When the dishes were taken care of, she got a call from Zera. “Hey, boss.”
“Hever, why did you deny the date with your patron?”
“Because my mom wants me over for dinner, and I won’t be away from her place before nine.”
Zera huffed. “He hates it when you deny him.”
“He can find another minimally powered escort.”
Zera grumbled. “None of them are omegas.”
“Ooh. That’s the issue? Seriously. You need to teach more of those girls to take a knot, and this wouldn’t be a problem.”
“That isn’t his only issue. He’s attached to you.”
“Can I make another knot-knot joke?” She smiled.
Zera sighed. “No. No, you can’t.”
“Spoilsport.”