Page 13 of Single Omega Dad
“When would be convenient for you?” I asked.
“Tomorrow. Any time, really. Honestly, I don’t want to have to move, but maybe I can re-finance, or you might have some other ideas. This is your job, after all, right?”
It wasn’t, really. But I had training and I was rather a genius with finances. With numbers and money.
I nodded.
“Morning or afternoon?” I asked.
He shrugged and the gesture made me almost smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Around eleven, then?”
“That will be fine.” Saber rose. He did not hold his hand out for me to shake it, and I didn’t expect him to.
The kids slid off the couch and ran to his side. I got up and walked them all to the door.
Saber’s face lit up when his children came alongside him. He said, looking down at them, “What do you say to the nice man who gave you candy?”
Both boys glanced up and said in unison, “Thank you, Mister.”
“You’re welcome.” My voice sounded far away, like it was someone else’s.
The Omega boy then took a step forward and reached up to touch my hand with his sticky fingers. “I had orange. It’s my favorite. What’s your favorite?”
I blinked down at him. His sugary Omega finger brushed my suit sleeve; it was only a two thousand dollar suit. I wasn’t sure what to do. So I said the only thing that came to mind.
“Chocolate.”
He grinned up at me, eyes beaming, face so open it almost hurt me to look at him. “I like that, too!”
Then, just as soon as he spoke, Saber ushered them out and, even as my office door swung shut, I could hear him talking softly to them as the little family padded down the hall.
I felt big and awkward and strange standing there listening to them leave, and then a rolling emptiness began to crawl up inside me.
Chapter Four
Saber
The image of the Alpha at the bank haunted me all day.
Mathias Vandergale.
Why did I keep thinking of him?
He was the son of one of the richest men in the country. What was he doing working at a bank and playing at being my guardian?
And what had I been thinking when I practically forced this Alpha to obey the rule to do a home inspection? He’d clearly given me an out and I didn’t take it. What was wrong with me?
I wasn’t so shallow as to be turned by a strong-lined face and broad shoulders. Though Mathias was big and dark complected—totally my type—I had more important things to focus on like my family and my pregnancy. Besides, he was too arrogant.
I could read him so well. He was the type of Alpha who thought he knew everything, and who had no time for lowly Omegas except to use them during his Burns. He’d actually suggested I send Tybor to an Omega chattel farm! The nerve! It was accepted practice by a lot of Alphas, but that didn’t make it any less heartless.
Just before the kids’ bedtime, Tybor came to me dressed in his pajamas. He’d become very independent lately, and insisted on dressing and undressing himself. His top was on inside out, but other than that he’d done a great job.
I sat on the couch with the TV on and he climbed onto my lap and put his arms around my neck. “Daddy.” He put his mouth close to my ear and whispered. “You won’t make me go away, will ya?”
My heart nearly stopped. I hugged him to me and said, “No, honey. Never. Why would you ever think it?”
