Page 223 of Omega's Heart
“Yep. So’s mine. And Abel’s and Cas’s. We just didn’t mate Salma omegas. Too boring.”
She slapped his thigh. “Saucy. Did I hear Felix say something about a drink?”
“Be right back out,” Kaden promised and followed his mate into the house.
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I f I’d been expecting more of a miracle than Veronica’s abrupt about-face the day of the disastrous dinner, I would have been disappointed. As it was, I felt that a mindset of cautiously optimistic but ready for trouble was probably a better plan.
Kaden took her to town with him one day, giving me an entire ten hours where I could be sure I wouldn’t be watched and questioned and given advice I really didn’t want or need.
An email notification popped up on my phone, but I ignored it in favor of a long soak in the bathtub with music playing and a plate of cookies. I had to keep the cookies on the far side of the tub, though, or my sneaky foster pup would have had all of them, instead of just the two he made off with while I was getting undressed.
After my bath, I settled back into bed to have a nap, or maybe read a mystery novel that Jason had loaned me, and then I remembered the email. It probably wasn’t anything important, but it might have been my mother, or even Kaden sending me a link to something he’d found while easing his mother into a more Mercy Hills way of living.
It wasn’t though. It was from Salem.
I couldn’t say that I’d entirely forgotten the Nevada Ashes omega, but he hadn’t been high on my priority list. The email was a nice surprise and soothed some small worry in the back of my mind that I’d hardly noticed in among the bigger ones.
I promised I’d email you once I had one set up, so here I am, emailing you. Sorry it wasn’t
earlier, I was busier than I thought. Damien and I moved to St. Louis. We have a house here
with three bedrooms and a nice yard for the pup to play with his Dad in. Damien’s planted
four trees already in the empty lot next to ours (we bought that too).
You probably guessed, but we had a little boy. We named him Asher. Yes, he’s omega,
though that’s not really why I think I named him that. I want him to be happy. I want us to
be happy. And it seems strange to think it, when we really only met the once, but I want you
to be happy too. Have you had your little boy yet? Decided on a name?
He’d put a picture in the email of him smiling gleefully into the camera with a sleeping infant bundled up in his arms. That must be Asher. He was cute, and couldn’t have been more than a couple of days old. I ran a hand over my belly and wondered when my little freeloader would finally make an appearance.
For now I’m happy being a house omega. It’s a lot of work getting a place furnished and
figuring out how things work. Damian’s making me learn how to drive a car. It’s kind of
scary, but don’t tell him that. I know I need to do it, because I don’t want to be trapped here
when he goes away for work. So far, it’s just been short trips, but one of these times it
won’t.
I worry about him, I’ll admit.
How’s your mate? And your new house? Have you moved in yet? I put a couple of
pictures of mine in. You’ll see a few wolfish things around. Damian thought we could get
away with a few because humans like wolves too. I would like a picture of the Lady to put
in the baby’s room, but it’s hard to find something that wouldn’t look too packish, you
know?
