Page 12 of Single Omega Dad
Letting out a breath of frustration, Saber said, “I said I don’t have anything to hide. You make it sound like I do, that I’m stupid or something. Go ahead. If it’s policy, send someone out. I’m fine with it.”
I blinked. “That person would not be someone. It would be me.” It was the last thing I wanted, but rules were rules.
“Fine,” he said. “Just don’t insult me, okay?”
I opened my mouth to argue, but what was the point? This beautiful, perfect-father Omega was infuriating.
“I’ll print everything out now, and we’ll get to the signatures. It will only be a few more minutes.”
“Good.” Saber crossed his arms again and leaned back, turning his head away as if he wanted no more of this conversation.
I couldn’t decide if he looked more beautiful head on, or in profile. His blond hair seemed to reflect all the softer colors in the room. Though most of the room was black, white and chrome, his locks absorbed the pinks and golds of the early daylight coming through the window, and the soft bluish purple of the carpet at our feet.
The printer beeped in the corner of the room and I got up to gather the paperwork.
I handed Saber one of my best pens and he scooted closer to the desk as I showed him where to initial and sign as I explained everything he was seeing.
When we both focused on the task, our tempers evened out and the energy in the room changed. We were in sync. He had few questions and he agreed to everything when I assured him he wasn’t being ripped off and I myself would see to it he had the best accounts with the highest interest rates.
It was very strange that I suddenly felt the intense urge to reassure him at every step. It was just a job and I didn’t care much for it except the perks were good and Father paid me an embarrassing salary. But for this Omega who should have meant nothing to me, I experienced a kind of reality change. I felt bigger, as if the room were too small to contain me. And when I leaned forward to show him certain items within the documents, my hearing became more sensitive. His breaths sounded as if they were in my ears. When his hand moved the pen to sign at the dotted lines, the soft, rolling sound it made was almost erotic.
The suit he wore was black, fairly plain with a white shirt underneath. But the tie kept catching my eye. Lavender. Silk. I decided lavender was my favorite color. I’d never had a favorite color before.
The two boys on the couch whispered together and giggled. Normally I saw children as a distraction, nothing more. But they didn’t bother me at all, in that moment.
Everything felt as if it was in the right place, normal, steady, even serene.
As Saber bent to sign the last document, the pen shining in his hand, I was so intent on him that I forgot myself for a few seconds. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t move. My body trembled from a place deep inside that suddenly made itself known, as if gasping, shuddering, coming to life.
It was as if I had never truly breathed, but always held myself back, always tense, resentful that others seemed to feel and respond to things I couldn’t. As a kid I’d been the jealous joker. The loudmouth. The one who made light of everyone and everything.
It was funny, actually. I had nothing to be bitter about as an adult. Except maybe I had wished that Father loved me best.
“Anything else?” Saber’s voice startled me out of my weird daydream.
“What?”
“Is there anything else?” he asked again, eyebrows coming together in confusion.
“No.” I gathered the papers and straightened them.
“So this is it. Things will resume as they have been. I have access, though limited.”
I glanced up and my face heated just to meet his eyes which made me feel foolish and young.
“I won’t limit you myself unless I see something that is extreme. You seem to have a handle on your life, as you said. But if you still want to petition for another guardian, you have that right.”
He sat back, contemplating me. “You still need to do a home visit, right?”
“I don’t see that there’s a need.” But now I really wanted to see where he lived. I was curious, and damned if I knew why.
“But if you think it’s too extravagant for our needs.” He hesitated. “I want my kids to go to college. Both of them.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. The Omega twin would have few choices on that pathway to higher education.
“And the ones on the way,” he added.
How had I forgotten? He had said he was pregnant with twins. Could that be the reason my body responded to strangely? Was he giving off bizarre pheromones into the air?
