Page 14 of Dreaming of His Omega
“Elarian? Where did they go?”
I threw myself – with the speed of a much less pregnant man – to him. “Traviel!” I crashed into his arms and they encircled me.
“Where did they go?” he repeated.
“Who?” I asked, blinking back tears.
He frowned. “Rosemary and the sheriff. They were right… love, are you crying?”
“Traviel, they lefthoursago.You’rethe one who vanished!”
“What?! That’s impossible.”
“You…” I tried to say vanished again, but choked up.
“Let’s go inside.” He gently took my arm and walked with me to the house. I leaned against him, basking in the feel of his shoulder under my head. His warmth. His scent.
Once in the house, we went to the couch and sank down together.
“What happened?” he asked softly. I could see fear in his eyes, and it scared me.
Swallowing hard, I told him all about how he disappeared. How I’d searched. How Rosemary stayed with me.
“I don’t remember anything,” he murmured. “One moment I was thanking her… then I blinked and she was gone. You were halfway across the greenhouse… How did I lose an entire day?”
“It’s stranger than that,” I admitted. I explained about Falkanar driving me to the hospital and how unfamiliar all the streets and people were. Traviel listened wordlessly, frown slowly deepening. “Oh!” I cried, as I remembered the pictures. “Baby brain, I can’t believe I already forgot.”
“Forgot? Forgot what?”
I waddled to the kitchen and grabbed the pictures of the baby, thrusting them toward him. “Traviel it’s… It’s our baby.”
His hand was shaking as he took it. “Oh my goddess…”
“It’s a boy.”
He flung his arms around me. “A boy!” Then, he stepped back and studied me. “I’m so sorry, Elarian. I should have been there.”
“I don’t think you could help it,” I admitted.
He shook his head sadly. “No.”
My stomach rumbled and he pressed a hand to it. “Let’s get some food in you.”
He was as confused as me, when I showed him the fridge was full of take-out from places that didn’t know us. Nevertheless, the food was delicious. I realized, as I ate, that I hadn’t eaten nearly enough today. Silently, I promised the baby I’d do better.
When dinner was over, we went upstairs together. I sat on the edge of the bed and awkwardly tried to prop an ankle up on the opposite knee. My feet were killing me and I was pretty sure they were swollen. Traviel watched me rub my foot for a moment, before kneeling on the floor beside me.
“Let me take care of that.”
I groaned as his fingers pressed along the sole of my foot, gently kneading every sore spot. He worked his way up and around my ankle, then my calf, before starting all over with my other foot.
“Thank you,” I said as he reached the spot on my leg where he stopped before.
“I’m not done, scoot back and get comfortable.”
It felt so good, I couldn’t possibly argue. I slid back and settled down on my side. Traviel climbed onto the bed beside me and continued his massage, this time on my thighs. After a thorough rubdown, he tugged on the super stretchy waistband of my pants.
“Let’s lose these.”
