Page 23 of His Surrogate Omega

How Wilder and Jamie had turned out as they were considering they were being raised by two of the most self-centered people he’d ever met, he didn’t know. Knowing Wilder would one day run Jaymes & Associates was one of the only reasons he stayed on and didn’t go off in search of other work.

Hopefully I can last that long.

Wilder eventually seemed to notice his presence. He turned and smiled as he saw Rohan leaning against the divider that separated the rows of chairs. Wilder turned back, pressed a gentle kiss to Jamie’s hand and then placed that hand on the arm of the chair before he rose.

“I believe this is your seat,” Wilder said lowly.

“Thanks for coming to be with him,” Rohan whispered before slipping out of his suit jacket and laying it across the back of the chair Wilder had just vacated. “Any issues?”

“He hasn’t gotten sick,” Wilder whispered. “At least, not that I could tell.”

Jamie roused slightly, his eyelashes fluttering some. His eyes opened slowly. A smile spread across his face as he looked up and saw both Rohan and Wilder standing there. “Hey there.”

Rohan lowered his head to press his lips to his omega’s. “Hey yourself.”

“I’m going to get back to work now that Rohan’s here,” Wilder said. “If that’s okay with you?”

Jamie grinned. “And if it’s not?”

Wilder chuckled.

“I’m stingy. I need more time. You must come for supper soon,” Jamie said.

“Just not tonight,” Rohan said to Wilder. “He’ll need rest after this.”

“This weekend?” Jamie asked as excitedly. As excited as he could likely muster considering the circumstances.

Wilder hedged for a moment. “I’m working through the weekend. We’ve got a huge deal in the works.”

“You have to eat sometime,” Jamie cried.

“I do. But I don’t want you going to any trouble to cook for me,” Wilder said. “I know… Saturday night. I’ll bring over pizza from DeNardo’s. I can stop by as I’m leaving the AQ. I’ll even get you one with sausage and pineapple, even though it’s a crime against nature.”

“My favorite,” Jamie said with a smile. “I love it.”

Wilder’s smile faded some. “Will that be okay on your stomach?”

“Hopefully, the aftereffects should be gone by Saturday,” Jamie said. “No worries. I’ll be ready for DeNardo’s.”

Wilder leaned over and gave Jamie a kiss to the forehead. “Then it’s a date.”

Once Wilder had left them, one of their favorite nurses, Hale, came over to check the IV. “Looking good. Shouldn’t be much longer now.”

Hale left them alone, and Rohan searched the space. “Not many here today.”

Jamie gave a wry smile that slowly faded. “I heard that Khalen died a few days ago. And Jeres just the week before.”

“AndJeres?” Rohan asked, frowning. Khalen had been older and struggled with treatment. He hadn’t looked well the last few times, so the news was less of a surprise. Jeres wasn’t much older than Jamie and had suffered the same cancer—and had fought with a valiant effort. All signs had pointed to Jeres’ recovery and remission.

Just as Jamie was thought to.

Rohan swallowed back the fear that swelled within.

“I won’t be like him,” Jamie said, placing a hand on Rohan’s. “I’ve already beaten it. I know I have.”

Rohan brought his omega’s hand to his lips and held on for a moment before lowering it. “I know you have, too.”

“Although, it’s hard to think of what happens if I don’t.”

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