Page 44 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

I woke Ryan up to get out of the car. He was so groggy that I had to put my arm around him and walk him to the elevator. We got upstairs and I put him to bed, the first night we were married. I chuckled, shed my clothes on the floor, and climbed into bed. I'd have a few hours of sleep, and then I had to go to work. I made a mental note to have the maid or Bill check in on Ryan during the day, and then I was out.

It was hard to go to work with just a few hours of sleep, and leaving Ryan asleep in our bed, but there was no way I could take today off. I put our marriage license on the nightstand. We needed to get it framed and hung up on the wall. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, left a note for him, and went to work.

Meredith cornered me in my office soon after I got there. "Did everything with Ryan go okay? Did you find him?"

I nodded, leaned back in my chair and motioned her to close the door.

"I don't want this to go anywhere." I rubbed my face with my hands as I tried to wake myself up. I was going to need another quadruple shot of espresso just to wake myself up this morning. "Apparently Ryan's family has very strict views on things. Someone told them that Ryan was pregnant. It sounded like some relative of Ryan's saw us shopping for paternity clothes last weekend and just assumed we weren't married. His parents and his uncle came up and took him back to their house, about two hours away. Ryan was injured by his uncle." I paused, anger flooding me again.

"What do you mean injured? He's not hurt too badly is he?"

I closed my eyes, took a breath, and then looked back at her.

"His uncle hit him, threw him down the stairs, and dislocated his left shoulder." Meredith gasped and covered her mouth. I nodded my head. I couldn't believe it either. "I also found out that his dad and uncle are both cops in that town, so I'm damn glad I called my friend, from the FBI before we went in. All of us were wearing cameras. A team of FBI agents swarmed the place not long after we got there. It just took a while for them to figure out what had happened. They cleared us, and Ryan went to the hospital." Of course I was leaving out that little detail about the side trip to Vegas.

"Oh my God. His own relatives? That's horrible."

I nodded my head again. I couldn't imagine it. I didn't know how much this was going to affect Ryan, but it was going to be difficult because he lost his family yesterday.

"How long is he going to be out?"

I shook my head.

"As long as he needs to. The right side of his face is still swollen and bruised pretty bad. He probably won't want to come back until the bruise is gone."

Meredith shook her head.

"Unbelievable. How long ago did you two get married?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. There was no fucking way I was dealing with this right now.

"Meredith, I am not getting into this right now. I've had two hours of sleep. I would rather be home with Ryan looking after him, but I'm here. We're married."

Meredith narrowed her eyes at me as if she knew I was covering up the fact that we had only gotten married last evening. Whatever. She finally nodded her head and left without another word. Thank God.

I needed some espresso and I needed it now. "Linda, can you get me a quadruple espresso? Thanks." I normally got my own coffee but I was pretty sure that if I tried to walk right now I might be weaving. It wasn't just the lack of sleep, it was the complete and utter exhaustion from the emotional roller coaster of yesterday.

I managed to somehow get through the day, actually getting work done, without just sitting there thinking about Ryan all day. He texted me when he finally woke up around one in the afternoon. Lucky him. I was just glad that he was home, safe and in my bed. Correct that,ourbed.

I got off the elevator to the smell of some delicious food. If Ryan had gotten up and cooked I was going to have words. There was no need for him to cook. He could order anything-

"Hi, honey!" Ryan was sitting in the living room, eating Chinese out of a delivery box with Lance. They were watching TV. The tension flew out of me as I realized Ryan hadn't worn himself out cooking after all. Plus, he had someone to look after him.

"Hey Lance." I leaned down and gave my husband a tender kiss. I still wasn't sure how much his face hurt, and I wasn't going to figure that out in front of Lance. "You have any of that for me?"

"Yeah, yours is in the fridge. Along with crab rangoon.I didn't know what you liked so I ordered the same thing for you that I got for myself." I smiled, leaned down, and kissed him again. God, I should've made a move on Ryan years ago. How had I managed to live without him?

I went to get my food out of the fridge. We had only been together such a short time, but I felt like we had been together forever.

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