Page 38 of Single Omega Dad
“Let me walk you to the door.” Was that disappointment I heard in his voice?
We walked down the short, wide hall and past the living room. In the foyer, Saber stepped up to open the door. As he did, he said, “It just seems so soon. That you’re leaving, I mean.”
His hand was on the doorknob. He hadn’t turned it.
“The dinner was, uh.” I searched for a word to describe it. “Extraordinary.”
“Thank you.”
I watched his face darken with a slight flush. We stood staring at each other, a tangible heat growing between us. He was beautiful in the shadows of the closed front door, the light from the TV in the living room just beyond flickering around him.
I should have been bold. Instead, Saber was the one to find his words first. “Is it just me, or is there—do you actually, maybe, kind ofwantto stay longer?”
“You have the boys, and, well.” I stopped. What was I doing? “Maybe yes?”
“The boys’ bedtime is seven-thirty. It’s just after seven right now.”
Could it be possible he wanted me the way I wanted him? And in what exact way was that?
For me, when I’d had sex with Omegas outside my Burn, it had been with strangers, furtive and fast, hard and emotionless. I didn’t want them because I liked them. I wanted them because I was feeling crazy or drunk or pissed. Whatever. It wasn’t something I gave much thought to.
I wanted Saber in every way opposite of that. I wanted him because he was smart, capable, and not overtly flirting. I wanted him because he was the most handsome Omega I’d ever seen, of course. I didn’t ever hide the fact I was shallow in that way. But I had seen more in him, his heart when he was with his boys, his mind when he’d made no secret of the fact that he could handle himself quite well without a financial guardian.
Everything about Saber was opposite from what Father had taught me about proper family, and about how Omegas were.
If I’d been blind my whole life, Saber was the one to remove the blindfold.
“Do you really want to see where this will lead?” I asked. My voice sounded gravelly, almost emotionless. But I knew nothing of romance. Of softer words.
“I think I do,” he answered. “Come on.”
I left my leather case by the front door and followed him into the living room. The boys looked up as we entered.
“Are you staying for the movie?” Tybor asked me.
“I am,” I replied, glancing at Saber to make sure.
Saber nodded.
Both boys were sitting on the couch. Tybor scooted closer to his brother and said, “You can sit by me.”
I obeyed the little Omega’s command. Both boys had their toy kittens next to them on the couch. They couldn’t have been cuter. At one time I would have laughed at myself for that thought. But tonight, no. The longing that swept over me for this little family was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
I sat beside Tybor, who grinned up at me. Saber sat in a recliner to my left.
Whatever was playing on the TV was colorful and obnoxious but I didn’t care.
“And what is the name of this glorious piece of film work we are watching?”
“Film what?” Saber chuckled. “The movie is calledRascal Rabbit and the Two-Headed Peanut Butter Sandwich.”
I couldn’t help but glance at Saber with a questioning smirk.
He chuckled. “It’s a classic,” he said. Then rolled his eyes.
I said to Tybor, “I didn’t know peanut butter sandwiches had heads. Let alone two.”
Tybor and Luke giggled. “It’s a cartoon,” said Tybor.
