Page 25 of His Omega Bear

Shepherd: Fucker.

Shepherd: I expect an update.

Me: Of course you do.

He was right. I needed to get my shit together in more than one way. But I sat staring at my phone, trying to think of what to type.

My phone vibrated in my hand as a text message popped up.

Rhys: Would you mind if I stopped by… later?

Rhys: I could grab groceries. Maybe we could all have dinner and watch a movie.

He was a mind reader, too. I didn’t think about it; I replied.

Me: You asking me to Nexflix and chill, Rhys?

I could imagine his face going ten levels of hell red, and it made me smile. And I wondered if he flushed all over like that.

Rhys: Well, I wasn’t suggesting THAT, but okay. I’ll take one for the team.

I laughed, and Emilia squealed.

Me: Emilia says be here at 5.

I waited, staring at the screen. Thankfully, I didn’t have to stay long.

Rhys: See you then

Me: Can’t wait.

Rhys: Me either.

I looked at Emilia, who was kicking her feet almost double-time. She was going to be a fast runner when she could walk.

“No cock-blocking this time, okay?”

I grabbed her foot and kissed the bottom. She squealed in baby happiness, and I took that as a good sign.

After receiving the text from Rhys, I found it hard to concentrate. I quickly tidied up the house, wanting everything to be just when he came over. I hauled Emilia and the swing up to my bathroom so I could shower. I was buying one for every room tomorrow.

I showered, but left my day's worth of stubble on my face. I’d been told it was sexy, and I liked the way it felt on my balls the last time a guy had blown me. Dressed in jeans that hugged my ass and thighs but were loose enough to work with, I pulled on a henley that brought out my eye color. With a spritz of cologne under my shirt, I was ready for my date.

“let’s get you cleaned up and smelling pretty,” I said to Emilia.

Her gassy fart let me know she agreed with my idea.

At five o’clock on the dot, there was a gentle knock on the door. My smile took over my face, and even though I knew who it was, I was still surprised a little when Rhys stood there with his arms full of groceries.

“Let me take those,” I said, reaching for them.

His eyes sparkled, and I couldn’t help myself. As I reached for the bags, I leaned in and kissed his cheek. I felt his face break into a smile as I pulled away, and I knew I’d find a soft red flush there.

“Well, thank you,” he murmured. “I might have gone overboard with the shopping. I didn’t think to ask if you had any food allergies or preferences, so I bought a variety of things.”

I couldn't help but smile at the thoughtful gesture. “This doesn’t look like you bought out the store,” I teased.

Rhys pointed outside with his thumb over his shoulder. “There’s more in the car if you don’t mind helping.”

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