Page 23 of His Innocent Omega
“Grovel.”
Chapter Eleven
Wyatt
Staring at a sleeping Julianna cradled in my arms, I was convinced she was one of the most beautiful babies I had ever seen. Not that I was biased or anything. I had spent time with babies and younger children while obtaining my degree in early childhood development, so I felt like I had something to compare her to.
She had an abundance of thick hair that was black as midnight, and already seemed like it was wanting to curl. I wondered if it would have some wave or curl to it when it got longer. Mine had annoying, unruly waves that I always needed to tame, so I wasn’t surprised. Grayson’s hair was cut shorton the sides, a bit longer on top, so I couldn’t tell if his hair also held any curl to it.
Julianna’s dark lashes rested on her rosy cheeks, and her skin had the very slightest, lovely brown tint to it. It wasn’t really noticeable until she was resting against my never-saw-the-sunlight pale skin. I wondered about Grayson’s ancestry, with his dark hair and eyes, and tanned skin. It would be nice to know so I could tell Julianna something of her heritage.
The thought of calling my mother and father to tell them I’d had the baby made my shoulders tense. We hadn’t spoken in months, not since I had decided to buy the Little Cubs Daycare. Mother had ranted at me about throwing my life away, missed opportunities, and questioning how on earth I thought I could just pick up and move across the country. Along with some choice words on her opinion of me buying a daycare center. She had completely forgotten about ‘that frivolous degree you insisted on getting in early childhood education, because really Wyatt, what an absolute waste of your genius that was’.Father, as usual, had kept quiet and just nodded his head every once in a while in agreement with Mother.
To shut her up, or give her a new topic to be disappointed with me about, I had added fuel to the already burning fire and informed them that I was pregnant. That I was keeping the baby, and I would raise the child on my own, as the alpha had been a one-night hookup and I didn’t even know his name. Should I have left everything after I was pregnant out of the conversation? Probably. I had certainly never had a flare for dramatics before, but I figured my mother would blame it on omega pregnancy hormones. Which she had, with a haughty sniff of,“That wasn’t necessary Wyatt. I honestly don’t understand why you are acting this way.”
Blowing out a breath, I winced as I shifted positions in the extra-large hospital bed. They were made that way on the maternity ward, so that an alpha could lay with their omega. Hold them in their arms and take care of them and their new pup.
“It’s just you and me, little miss,” I whispered to my sleeping daughter, lightly running a finger across her soft cheek. “We got this.” If I said those words on repeat enough times, it had to eventually be the truth.
Stretching a long arm towards the nightstand next to the bed, I remembered I didn’t have my cell phone. I could very easily use the landline phone in the room. It wasn’t like I needed my cell to remember my mother’s phone number. I had an eidetic memory after all. I remembered every single number stored in my phone.
Deciding I would wait to call my mother in the morning, mostly because I wasn’t up to listening to her sighing with heavy disappointment into the phone, I leaned my head back against the pillows and let my eyes drift shut. I should really put Julianna back into the plastic bassinet, but that felt like it would use more energy than I possessed and would probably hurt. Besides, if they weren’t going to let me have her in the room with me tonight, I wanted to hold her for as long as possible until they snatched her back.
“Knock knock!” The overly cheerful voice and light rap on the door had my eyes blinking open sleepily. Had I fallen asleep? Julianna was still secure in my arms, sleeping, so if I had it had only been for a moment.
Miss Rose, the lovely older omega whose daycare I had bought, breezed into my room, not waiting for an invitation. She was followed closely by another elderly woman, dressed in a beautiful lavender kaftan that complimented her bright red hair.There was no way that was her natural hair color, but it might have been once upon a time. The many, many gold and silver bangles that adorned her age spotted arms jingled lightly as she moved.
“Wyatt, how are you?” Miss Rose inquired, moving closer to the bed, and peering down at the baby in my arms. “Oh Wyatt, she’s just breathtaking! May I?”
Before I could even wrap my head around what she was asking me–or what she was doing in my room for that matter–she expertly scooped my baby from my arms and had turned to the other woman.
“Gigi, will you look at this darling?” Miss Rose–just call me Miss Rose, darling, everyone does–gasped, “She’s stunning!”
The other woman–Gigi, apparently–peered at my daughter with sharp green eyes. “She looks like our mysterious sheriff.”
My eyes widened at her statement and I sucked in air so fast, I choked. Good thing I was in a hospital since the two women paid my coughing absolutely no attention, their eyes awestruck by my daughter.
“She does, doesn’t she?” Miss Rose nodded, before handing Julianna off to Gigi. Gigi promptly made herself comfortable in the rocker recliner in the room, gently rocking my baby.
What in the actual fuck was happening?
“Now Wyatt,” Miss Rose had my attention, “here are your keys, phone, and wallet. We didn’t find a bag in your car, so you tell us what you need from home and we’ll get it for you. Or send one of the boys for whatever you need.”
“Boys?” I croaked, finally done choking on my own spit.
“She means my grandsons,” Gigi supplied with a smile. “The Sinclairs. Not sure you’ve been here long enough to have heard of them. There’s four of them, plus their mates. And a fewadopted ones.”
Blinking at her, I felt like it was taking my brain two seconds longer than it should to catch up to what was going on. Must be the drugs pumping into me from my I.V. that was making me slow to catch up. “Sinclair? Like Dr. Sinclair?”
Gigi cackled, “Yeah, he’s one of them.”
Miss Rose rolled her eyes. “The Sinclairs aren’t her actual grandsons. She just claims them all.”
Gigi huffed, “Lachlan and Finn Sinclair are married to my grandsons, that makes them mine.” She waved a bracelet clad arm dismissively, “The rest are just…bonus. And don’t act like you don’t treat that sweet Ryan like he’s not your own flesh and blood. Because you do, Rosalind, and we all know it.”
“Don’t call me that,Geneva, you know I hate it. And Ryan is like my family, that is a fact. How could you not just want to hug that boy?”
“Um…” All the words I knew seemed to have left my brain. “How?”
