Page 66 of My Omega's Baby
Riley had shared with me a little about how he’d been an outsider the last few years of high school. I had to envy how he’d had been able to transform from who he was in school to who he was now. It had to be wonderful to put the past behind you and prove you were better than what people had thought you were. I sometimes wished I could show my foster parents that I’d become someone worth their respect. Although I also doubted they’d care.
As I stood against the wall watching over Riley, I felt unusually drained. I knew it had to be the pregnancy, but since I couldn’t tell anyone why I wanted to curl into a ball and sleep, I just had to keep alert and pretend I felt fine. More and more there were times when the idea of running off to the mountains with Wyatt seemed like a great plan. The concept of not having to hide my condition and just focus on my health seemed enticing.
In the past I’d enjoyed traveling with my clients. But this trip was so much harder than I’d pictured it would be. I really missed Wyatt and his soothing touch. I missed our evenings together, and I yearned to be home with him. Our phone call earlier had left me with warm fuzzy feelings. He’d been open about his emotions for me, and it made me want to be that way with him more.
I tried to picture what life with him and our baby could be. My gut clenched with excitement at the idea of living with him and our child and actually being a couple. A part of me must have secretly yearned for a family and someone to belong to all along, even though I hadn’t consciously realized that.
After a while, Riley said good-bye to his friends, and he changed into one of his stage outfits. Tom came in and out of the room, bossing people around and puffing his chest out. I mostly ignored him, and he did the same with me. I knew if he had anything to say about it, I’d never work for Riley again. Tom didn’t like me any more than I did him.
The concert lasted two hours. Riley seemed to blossom on stage, and he gave his all to his screaming fans. When he finally left the stage, he was drenched in sweat and exhausted. There were a few assistants that hovered and pampered him, and I waited patiently to return to the hotel.
Unfortunately, instead of heading back to the hotel, we ended up going to an after-party that lasted until three in the morning. Riley got slightly drunk, nothing horrible, but he was definitely buzzed. Tom looked pissed and kept trying to stop people who were snapping photos of Riley. Whenever Riley looked uncomfortable with someone’s attention, I’d move in and escort them away.
As the party wound down, Riley approached me with a big grin. “I sure showed those people who said I’d never amount to anything,” he slurred slightly.
I smiled. “Yep. There’s no denying you made it big, Riley.”
He beamed and put his arm around my shoulder. “Thanks for watching over me the last few days.”
“No problem.”
He nodded. “You’re a good guy, Blade.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Thanks.” I pressed my lips tight so I didn’t laugh. He wasn’t being lecherous; he was just being friendly and affectionate.
“I mean it.” He glanced around. “There are a shitload of users around me all the time. I never got that vibe from you.”
“I only care about your safety.”
He widened his eyes. “Fuck. Yes. That was obvious today when you almost took a bullet for me.” He kissed the side of my head. “You’re a brave son of a bitch.”
I shook my head, my cheeks warm. “Ready to go back to the hotel?”
He nodded. ”Yep.” He let go of me and headed toward his limo.
I followed and we got in. It didn’t take long before Riley was slumped against the door, snoring. When we got to the hotel, I helped him to the room. He sat on the edge of his bed, half-asleep, and I laughed and assisted him in getting his shirt off. He wiggled out of his leather pants, and he crawled under the covers.
“I fly out early tomorrow, Riley. I probably won’t see you before I leave. It’s been a pleasure.”
He nodded. “Thanks again, Blade. I hope we meet again,” he mumbled as he snuggled against his sheets.
“Take care. If you ever need anything just let me know.”
“I will.”
I went into my room, and I cleaned up and got into bed. I was so exhausted that by the time my head hit the pillow, I was sound asleep.
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When I walked in the door of my house, Wyatt was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. He stopped what he was doing and approached me with a huge smile. Pulling me into his arms, he kissed me, and I clung to him, loving the feel of his warm mouth on mine. He gave a soft groan and lifted his head, his eyes drenched with lust.
“Welcome home,” he whispered.
My face felt hot, and my cock was half-hard. “Nice to be back.”
He grinned and released me. He hurried into the kitchen and returned with a chilled glass of something bubbly. “It’s sparkling apple cider.”
“Thanks.” I drank half of the cool liquid and sighed, moving into the living room. I dropped my overnight bag on the ground. He came up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. “What are you doing?” I laughed.
