Page 62 of Single Omega Dad
How could I tell him I was so fucked up? I was not a great guy, but this on top of everything else felt ruinous to me.
Knowing Saber, he’d still say he wanted me anyway. It might even be true. But I didn’t want myself. I didn’t want to be this way. How could I accept even a partial mate-bond if I couldn’t even accept myself?
The empty drawer. It said a lot. It opened up a lot of darknesses within me.
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Trigg texted me.
Mathias, damn it, when can I meet him?
He’d been bugging me now for about a week. He wanted to take all of us, me, Saber and the boys to dinner one night. He wanted to see this incredible Omega who’d charmed the fucking pants off me.
Damned annoying.
But he kept at it until I said yes.
Saber had made me a clean drawer. Trigg wanted to take us all to dinner. Could my life be any weirder? Yet, I was giddy. Happy. I wanted to see Saber again. Right now. If going out with Trigg meant a short day at work and I could leave and go pick up Saber and the boys sooner, I’d do it.
I took a deep breath. I texted back.
You are annoying as hell. Let me check with Saber for tonight. I’ll get right back to you.
I texted Saber.
Trigg wants to meet you.
Saber replied instantly, as if he’d been watching his phone more than his kids. He texted back within seconds.
I want to meet Trigg.
I texted him the time and place and added:
He wants to take us all to dinner. Kid safe. I’ll pick you all up at five.
It was nice to shorten my day a bit. What work I did have was completed quickly and with utmost excellence. I knew the job. I knew finance. It was, simply, that Father gave me more in name than workload, as if he’d never really trusted me in the first place.
I left earlier than I needed in order to pick up some things on the way.
As I swung into Saber’s driveway, I looked in my rearview to make sure the car seats for the boys were secure. From what I’d researched, five year olds still needed them, and I’d seen Saber use them in his own vehicle.
The white front door of the house flew open and the kids spilled out onto the walkway, jumping, skipping, running in circles, doing pretty much any form of ambulation but walking. Their pale hair fluttered against their necks and foreheads.
Just as I opened my car door, Saber walked out and my heart jolted to see him. Every cell in my body wakened, as if to call out to him. The sensation was like a fever, but not the Burn.
I stood with my door open and the boys came running.
Tybor yelled, “Hi!” and waved as he ran toward me. Without thinking, as he nearly ran into my legs, I caught him up and swung him into the air.
“How would you like to try out the new seats I got for my car?”
“New?” he asked.
I nodded, narrowing my brows.
“I wanna try,” Luke cried.
Before Saber could approve, I had Tybor already into one of the back kid’s seats and strapped in. Sitting by the seat I had two little toy wands, both made of clear plastic and filled with water and glitter. I handed him one.
