Page 63 of Single Omega Dad
“Tilt it back and forth and watch as all the colors tangle and spin,” I said.
His eyes were big as he took the wand from me.
“It’s a magic wand,” I told him.
Next came Luke. By now, Saber was right behind me, watching as I settled his kids for the ride and gave them more toys.
“You have car seats,” he commented.
“I do now,” I replied.
“You got these just for them?”
I turned to see his face. It had been only a little over two weeks. It was perhaps presumptuous, but then again—
I said. “You emptied a drawer for me. This was the least I could do.”
“You haven’t put anything in it yet,” Saber observed. But he was smiling, his bright hazel eyes filled with late afternoon light and something else swimming there, something like love. Maybe it was love. But what did I know of love?
“Not yet,” I replied.
“You sure know how to keep them occupied,” Saber said, indicating the boys who were tipping their water wands back and forth, staring at them in awe.
We got into the car and I drove us all to the restaurant.
On arrival, Trigg met us in the parking lot. He waved, smiling, and I wondered how it came to be that we had grown into such different people. Trigg was happy, open, generous, unafraid. I was everything the opposite.
“Good to see you big brother.” He rarely called me that, though I had been the first born of our triplet-litter, with Kris coming second, and Trigg the last.
Trigg touched me briefly on the shoulder, but refrained from hugging me, for which I was grateful. He was the hugging type. He respected that I was not about fifty percent of the time.
“And you must be Saber,” Trigg said.
The boys, having climbed from their car seats, stood one on each side of Saber, clutching their colorful, magic wands.
Saber reached out to shake Trigg’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Trigg bent down and looked from one twin to the other, and said, “And who are you?”
Each boy responded in turn, proudly giving Trigg their names.
Trigg shook their hands; they were awkward and amazed.
We all headed to the restaurant entrance. Trigg swiftly came up alongside me and spoke low and fast into my ear. “You didn’t tell me he was pregnant!”
“Oh,” I murmured. “Didn’t I?”
Once indoors, we went to our table which had been reserved by Trigg. We sat, ordered drinks, and small talk ensured.
I let myself observe Saber with Trigg, watching for signs—of what, I didn’t know. Anything. Whatever might let me know if each approved of the other.
I wasn’t sure why I was worried. What did I care what Trigg might think? But Trigg was the one family member I trusted. Of course I would never tell him that. Not out loud.
I thought, then, of Father, how everything I did was about trying to be more like him. About how I idolized him. Admired him. But trust? No. I didn’t trust Father. Not in the least. I never had. My personal life was nothing we ever discussed beyond amenities. It was all business with Father. All about appearances and being the best as Alphas in strength, looks and brains all wrapped in designer wear made for men of our stature.
“Math?” Trigg asked.
I came out of my thoughts and glanced up. “What?”
