Page 49 of Single Omega Dad
The door lock sounded loud as it clicked. In the hall, my shoes made my footsteps too loud. But nothing moved. As I passed by the twins’ room I heard nothing.
Once I got to the front door, I made sure the lock was secure as I left, wanting to know this little family was safe. Safe from the world of Alphas.
Safe from me.
Chapter Sixteen
Saber
A jolt of emptiness, like panic, shot through my solar plexus as I woke alone, my hands feeling the flatness of the mattress beside me where no Alpha lover lay, where there was only air.
Mathias was gone.
I don’t know why I didn’t waken to hear him leave. Sure, I’d come multiple times, harder than ever before, and was exhausted, but I chastised myself for not sensing, not knowing he would run. Not holding tighter to him.
I’d promised myself if this was just a hook-up I’d be okay. I had to be okay for my boys. All four of them.
I put my hand on my belly to feel the bump of the two still growing inside me. I rubbed to soothe both myself and them. Sometimes, lately, they’d become restless and it felt almost like indigestion, the fluttering, the feel of them curled within.
I wished I could bring them into the world with an Alpha father. But even if Drayden had lived, he was never home, always traveling, always flying.
Mathias was a fantasy. I knew it. But wow, how incredible the sex had been. How close and intimate. Already my body missed him. Just the thought of him had my heart beating faster, my skin fevering.
As I lay there staring at the ceiling, my knees spread at the memory of him between them, of him inside me so big and strong. My hole grew damp.
I glanced at the clock. Six-twenty. Much as I wanted to lie about and doze, I needed to get up, shower and start breakfast for the boys.
With a groan, and a slight twinge in my back that made me smile yet again at the memory of such fantastic sex, I got up and went to turn on the shower.
*
At breakfast, the boys ate heartily and didn’t ask me any questions. Perhaps Mathias had been right to worry about what they would think if they knew he’d spent the night. Yet it felt wrong not to have him here, all dark and sinister, perhaps raising his eyebrows at my bacon and eggs, asking me for more.
My chest lurched, looking toward the empty chair he’d sat in just last night at dinner. Several times, as the kids ate, I looked at my phone, thinking of texting him. But I chickened out.
Back and forth my mind went on this single, simple act. Why should I wait for him to text? But if I initiated a text, would he be bothered by it? Would I be moving too fast?
Last night I felt the connection between us. More than just a casual encounter. Perhaps the attraction between us had been rather quick, but I would never have let it go any further if it had only been that. I wasn’t looking for hook-ups in my life. And yet, I’d promised myself last night I’d be okay with it if that was Mathias’s intent.
I stood at the kitchen counter, the sunlight streaming in through the plate glass windows from the backyard, and rocked back and forth.
“Daddy, I’m done,” said Tybor from the table.
“Me, too,” said Luke.
“Can we go out back to play?” Tybor asked.
“Go on, then.” I opened the door for them and they ran out to their swing set, Luke stopping first to pick up a bright green plastic ball and toss it.
I cleared the table, then leaned against the counter facing out back and watched my boys run and play, chasing the ball, rolling in the grass, banging on the swings. I left the door open and their laughter floated in on the warm breeze.
I held my phone in my hand, glancing at it sporadically. Finally, I put it in my pocket and did a few household chores.
The kids came in every half hour asking for snacks or drinks. They were so energetic and demanding. I could barely focus on them, they moved so quickly, and I realized I was tired from last night, and for the first time feeling the lethargy of being pregnant as well.
Hearing nothing from Mathias also put me in a mentally apprehensive and worried state.
Stupid, I knew. Mathias had his own life. I had a family. We couldn’t have been more opposite.
