Page 26 of A Home for His Omega

“I knew it.” Audrey smirked at him. “You’re definitely coming to the charity ball.”

Tomás ignored her and pulled Nate into a hug. “Are you hanging with Papa today?”

“We’re meeting Henry.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Bennett smiled innocently and handed Juan and Carter plates. “I just wanted to bring my son and his friends a yummy lunch.”

“Sure,” Tomás said, drawing the word out.

“Put me down. I wanna go see Clucky.” Nate patted his shoulders.

Tomás sighed and set his little brother back on his feet. “Papa, can I have some chicken?”

Bennett grinned. “Of course, baby. You can tell me all about Henry while I make you a plate.”

By the end of the day, Tomás was worn out. His papa had stayed and visited with Henry and Audrey for the rest of the afternoon while Tomás and the others worked and Nate played with the chickens and dogs.

He parked in his drive and smiled. Teague’s truck was already there and Henry was at the fence, petting Paulo. The dogs sat on the porch, guarding a familiar laundry basket.

“Are we on puppy duty?” he asked, hugging Henry from behind.

“Do you mind?” Henry leaned back and kissed his chin. “They very kindly gave me last night off, so I thought I’d return the favor.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

Paulo whinnied and bumped his nose to Henry’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry. Was I not paying enough attention to you.” Henry rubbed the horse’s forehead. “I should make a pasture for Paulo at my house. That way he doesn’t have to be alone when you stay over.”

Henry smiled into the omega’s hair. He didn’t think Henry really understood what it took to move a horse from one house to another. It wasn’t as easy as putting the dog into the car.

“Let’s go inside. We can eat the dinner I brought and start watching Columbo,” Henry said, patting Paulo goodbye.

“Sounds good. What did you bring?” Tomás linked his hand with Henry’s and led him across the wet yard and back to the porch.

“Stir fry made by Aunt Mia.”

“Sweet.”

A few moments later, they sat on the couch with the dogs and their dinner. Henry leaned against his side, pulling one of his new blankets up and around them.

“Wow, Columbo is not appropriate for kids,” Henry said, fifteen minutes into the first episode. “Man is strangling his wife in the first show.”

“Never said Abuela wanted me to watch the show.” Tomás winced. “Now that I think about it, she did fuss at Abuelo a lot when I stayed up with him.”

“That makes sense, but I’m invested now.” Henry elbowed him. “I need to see how this goes.”

“As long as I get to hold you, I’ll watch anything.”

Henry snuggled closer to him. “Do you ever think about having kids of your own? A baby to stay up and watch kid appropriate shows with in the evening?”

Tomás was quiet for a moment. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Henry nodded.

“I’m not against having a bio kid of my own, but one day, I’d like to foster or adopt kids like my dads do. There are so many out there like Tali and me that need someone. I think maybe we could be that someone.”

“We?” Henry turned to stare at Tomás, eyes wide.

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