Page 51 of Silas's Sweetheart

He groaned, realizing it had to be Wilder. “Popi—”

“There’s that tone again, it won’t wash with me.” He sniffed in that way that suggested tears weren’t far away.

A big dose of resignation and guilt at making Popi weepy smacked Silas in the face. “I met someone at Hidden Desires,” he rushed to say, willing those tears to stay put.

He figured Dad wouldn’t have mentioned their conversation when he’d come home smelling of sex.

Popi stared at him for so long, the scoop of ice cream he was holding melted and dropped into the blender with a splash, making some contents squirt out onto the counter. Popi didn’t seem to notice as he squeaked, “You did?”

Silas cursed his lack of glasses when he couldn’t quite make out Popi’s expression. His voice sounded… off. “Yes.”

“That’s nice.”

Silas frowned at the total lack of sincerity. “I… yes, but it was just meant to be…”

“Sex, sweetheart. You don’t need to be coy with me, your dad and I have a very healthy sex life.”

Silas held up his hand. “Please, I don’t want to think about that, Popi.”

Popi’s laughter filled the kitchen. “It’s healthy.”

“Yes, that maybe so, but not when it comes to my parents… getting it on!”

The laughter grew louder, and Silas blushed when Popi continued on. “I’m sure you have a very healthy sex drive, so it’s only natural you’d want to find an outlet for it. Hidden Desires can offer that to an alpha.”

He choked on his own saliva, coughing hard enough to make his lungs rebel. “Po-Popi, enough!”

“I’m only teasing. So, this omega you met, what’s he like? He must be special if you are in such a tizzy over him.”

“I’m not in a tizzy,” Silas grumbled, continuing to blush when Popi switched on the blender, giving him a look he couldn’t quite interpret. When the blender stopped, the silence was deafening. Silas was at a loss for what else to say, so that Popi didn’t figure out that the omega was one of the PAs.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He poured the pink, frothy mixture into a tall glass and pushed it towards Silas. “What’s the omega’s name?”

The groan was out before he could stop it, because he couldn’t lie. “It’s… Ziggy.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ziggy

“It feels really rushed, don’t you think?” Lennon asked, placing his half finished cake down on the plate in his lap.

Gosh, Frey was going to be a daddy!

“Doesn’t matter if it feels rushed to us. It’s what they feel that’s important.” He beamed at the others in the coffee lounge. All of them had found the situation shocking, initially, him included. Frey had barely admitted he had feelings for Booker to the others, now they were adopting Emmy, a little girl. One that Frey had helped deliver, no less.

Ziggy’s private messages held several pictures from Frey of the green-eyed cutie-pie. The circumstances of her birth were dreadful. Lennon and Hollis, when they’d returned without Frey or Monty to the office, had told them the horror stories of what had happened. The impact on Hollis and Lennon had been noticeable after yet more shocking discoveries in Drinkwater.

To find out what those monsters had chained up employees so they couldn’t leave willingly was horrific enough. But this?Raping and impregnating an omega then denying it after his death? Ziggy didn’t know what to do with the anger he felt at the absolute injustice of it all.

No one had known the little omega had been pregnant, he’d not told a soul, and that was the saddest thing of all. He had suffered alone. Ziggy had to close that thought out, otherwise it would drive him crazy with his inability to help or change what happened. Problem was, everyone was gossiping about it, which made it hard not to think about it.

“How do you think it’ll all work? I mean, how will Frey manage to work and look after a baby?” Bowie chewed on his thumb, his lower lip trembling.

“Booker will help. Why else would he adopt her with Frey?” This came from Wilder. “It was easy to see with all the talk about bears in our group chat, Frey was smitten with Booker. And I’m sure Lane and Derick will help with whatever they need.”

“You don’t think they’ll be mad?” Bowie’s concern appeared to be increasing as he stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it. Odd behavior for a grown man, but not something anyone seemed to notice when it came to Bowie.

“Is everything alright, Bowie?” Wilder asked, patting Bowie on his wide shoulder. “You know better than anyone how supportive Lane is. Even the brothers are loyal to each other. Although I can’t see Jupiter on baby duties.” He giggled, all pink cheeked.

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