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“Oh?”

“He’s beautiful. His eyes are this stunning blue-gray. His hair is long and beautiful,” Jamie said before absentmindedly touching his beanie. He slid it off his bald head and ran a palm over the top. “About the color mine was before it all fell out.”

“I kind of like short hair,” Rohan said with a grin, glancing at the few sprigs trying to hold on. Those had changed color, lightening to almost white… and the doctors said it might remain that way as it grew back after chemo.

“You loved my hair. You told me so often.”

“I loved it because it was connected toyou,” Rohan said. “Dark, light, thin, thick… it doesn’t matter to me.”

Jamie glanced down at the hat in his hands, a wry smile on his lips. “One day soon, I’ll look more like the omega you mated.”

“You look like the omega I mated now,” Rohan said. “Every single day.” He leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” his omega asked.

Rohan smiled, knowing he was the lucky one. Hopefully he’d be even luckier and hold on to the man he loved with every bit of his heart. “You must’ve had some good karma,” he joked.

“I could use some good karma right now.”

“So, tell me more about this omega friend of yours.”

Jamie smiled again, the excitement returning to his features. “He’s an artist according to Tensen. Apparently a pretty good one. I’m having tea with Gray next week, so hopefully I can take a peek at some of his work. He knows someone I went to school with, they were in an art program together…”

Rohan barely heard the words coming from his omega’s lips. All he could focus on was the smile. The thought of this child gave Jamie something to look forward to. A goal. A future. He still had his doubts, but there was no way he’d interfere with anything that could make his mate this happy.

They would make a baby together.

And live happily ever after…

If his luck kept rolling in the right direction.

Chapter Eight

A few days later…

Gray poured tea into Jamie’s cup, noting a little of the man’s color seemed to have returned. Not that he knew what Jamie looked like prior to his cancer. “You look as if you feel better today.”

“I do. It’s been a good couple of weeks,” Jamie said before adding a light spoonful of sugar to his tea and stirring.

“So how was it good?” Gray asked, curious what made the man tick. What made him smile… what kind of papa he’d be.

If he had the chance.

“Well… I did have chemo this week, which isn’t great. But it was my last one, hopefully forever, so this one didn’t seem to hit me quite as hard as others. And I’m grateful.” Jamie lifted his cup to his lips and took a small sip. He smiled, his eyes widening. “Oh, this is good.”

“It’s a new blend from the little shop on Main. It’s supposed to help bolster the immune system, or so they say. After I sampled it, I had to buy some.” Gray pulled a small bag of leaves from his pocket and sat it beside Jamie’s cup. “I got you a little to take home, too.”

Jamie reached out and squeezed Gray’s hand. “How kind of you. Thank you.”

Gray smiled and patted Jamie’s hand with his free one. “Don’t mention it.”

He went back to fixing his tea, watching Jamie from the corners of his eyes. “You never finished telling me about your good week.”

A smile spread on Jamie’s face. “I got to see my brother Wilder, not once, but twice. He visited me while I was having my treatment. Rohan’s usually there, but he was tied up at work and sent Wilder in his place.”

“That was nice of him,” Gray said.

“Rohan’s very protective of me.” Jamie’s smile faded some.

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