Page 33 of The Omega's Secret Baby
“About the relationship or...?”
“You know what I mean.”
I grimaced. Of course I knew. We had to tell Jake the truth about his parentage, and we couldn't wait much longer. The longer we waited, the weirder it would probably get. “It's just such a difficult topic. I'm not sure how to approach it.”
“Yeah, I get that.” Griff gave me a sympathetic look. “But I think you should tell him soon.”
“Yeah, well.” I ran a hand through my hair and stood from the table. “For now, I have to wake him up and get him to school.”
* * *
Iwentinto work that day with my head held high. Something about talking to Matt the night before had bolstered my spirits, and I could still feel it as Harold sneered at me when I walked into the shelter.
“Something wrong?” I asked him. “I'm not late this morning.”
“You should be worried you even have to mention that,” he waved me off. “Did you come up with anything for the event? The boss wants to talk to both of us again.”
“I... have an idea.” Harold probably wasn't going to like it, but that wasn't my problem, was it? I was just doing my job. A job that I was actually really good at.
My brother's words came to me again. That I needed to get out of here, do what I'd really planned to do with my life.
Maybe it wasn't too late after all.
Maybe I could still go back to school and be more thanjust an omega.
Matt thought I was more.
“What are you thinking about?” Harold asked. “Staring into space like that. Get to work.”
I was tempted to stick my tongue out to him, but I didn't. Not even Harold could ruin the nice day I was having. I wasn't going to let him.
In reality, I even kind of enjoyed the expression on his face when the boss called us into his office later and I told him what I'd thought about for the charity event.
“An animal fashion show?” Harold spat. “No way I'm going to be doing that. That's for sissies and omegas.”
“Well,” I said. “I'm an omega.”And not ashamed of that fact. Not today.
“Fine. Then you can do it!”
I looked to my boss, who turned to Harold. “Did you have any good alternative ideas? Because I believe if we did this well it could draw people in. I'm thinking of maybe having an auction afterward.” He leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. “Yes, yes, that could work, I believe.”
Harold's eyes widened. “You can't be serious.”
But he didn't offer a better idea.
“Look,” I said, turning to him. “I don't need your help making the outfits or anything.” I doubted that he could knit anyway.
“Well, you won't get it!”
“Fine!”
“Are you sure you can do this by yourself?” my boss asked, one eyebrow raised. “Because to be honest, I couldn't help you with the knitting either. But I guess it pays to have an omega on staff for things like this.”
It was difficult not to grimace, hearing those words. This was all I was to my colleagues, wasn't I?The omega on staff.
Again, I had to think of filling out a college application. People might finally take me seriously when I had aDr.in front of my name. And if Matt helped raise Jake...
This might actually be feasible.
