Page 11 of My Omega's Baby
“I just baked a cherry pie. Would you boys like a piece?” She led the way into the bowels of her little dark house, and I followed behind Wyatt.
Her kitchen was cramped but clean, and she had us sit at a little round table while she grabbed the pie. She touched Wyatt a lot, which was kind of sweet. It was as if she was afraid she was hallucinating that he was in her kitchen. She served us generous slices of the pastry, and then she sat with us, crossing her hands on the table.
I tasted the pie and it was a delicious blend of tart and sweet. It had been a long time since I’d had anything homemade, and I tucked into my dessert with gusto. When she offered me a second piece, I happily accepted.
Mrs. Smith talked softly about the neighborhood goings-on, and Wyatt laughed and joined in. It was like he was a different person when he was with his mom. He seemed softer and less cantankerous. I’d never seen this side of him. In fact, if you’d told me this version of him existed, I’d have said you were smoking something.
Once the pie was eaten and the plates were cleared, Mrs. Smith turned the conversation to more serious topics. “You never answered me about why you need a bodyguard, Wyatt.”
“It’s just a precaution.” He shot me a warning look, as if he was afraid I was going to contradict him.
I returned his glance with an impatient one of my own. I didn’t care what he told his mom. It was none of my business. I drummed my fingers softly on the red-and-white-checkered tablecloth and kept quiet.
“Did someone threaten you?” Her voice was tinged with worry.
“It’s no big deal.”
“Is that a yes?”
He chuffed. “I can take care of myself, Mom. You don’t need to be concerned.”
“More to the point, I’m here to guard your ass.” My surly comment just kind of slipped out. I was so used to us trading insults, I sort of forgot maybe now wasn’t the time.
She surprised me when she laughed. “Do I sense a little tension between you two?”
Wyatt grimaced. “We can’t stand each other.”
She cackled. “Really?”
“Really,” I said quietly.
“My boss thought Blade’s house was the last place anyone would look for me.”
“Hmmm.” She studied us both with a funny look on her face.
“So just a couple of weeks and we should have this matter solved. Then I can go home, and Blade can have his house back to himself.” Wyatt sounded confident.
“I live for that day.”
She was still studying me with a curious expression. I shifted uneasily because her gaze was so intense. “You’re an omega?” Her voice was soft.
I nodded.
“But I don’t think you’re a regular omega.” Her tone was bemused.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“When is your birthday?”
My face warmed and I flicked a guarded glance toward Wyatt. “I don’t know.”
He screwed his face into a frown. “You don’t know?”
I shook my head. “I never knew my parents.”
“I thought you said you didn’t see much of your parents after you hit your teens.” His gaze was muddled.
“Those were my foster parents.” I swallowed hard. I had no desire to share my life story with these people. Why were we talking about me at all?
