Page 27 of His Innocent Omega
Jamie:*laughing emoji* Becks, buddy, pal. I hate to break this to you, but you are always growly. Maybe not possessive, but you growl, glower, glare–I could probably think of some more G words if I tried really hard.
Me:Please don’t.
Jamie:Look, you spent years in a job where you gave the orders and people just didwhat you said. And you expected them to obey you, no questions asked. You’re a Dom, like twenty-four seven, even when you aren’t in a scene with a partner. It’s just who you are. You don’t even realize you’re doing it half the time. And when you do try to intimidate people, you’re really fucking good at it. It’s just part of your charming personality.
Me:So how do I fix this? How do I make these feelings stop?
I watched those three little dots appear, then disappear, which wasn’t like Jamie at all. We were always honest with each other, and just said it like it was. He was the one person on earth I trusted would always tell me the truth, even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. No doubt, this would be no different.
Jamie:Do what an alpha does best with their mate and pup. Take care of them. See to their needs. Wyatt is in the hospital, probably with no clothes, nothing to even get the baby home in. Does he even have hisphone? Where the fuck is his car? These are all things you could be helping with. While not looking like an overbearing dick doing it. Little things go a long way, trust me.
Fuck, I hadn’t thought of any of these things, which was so unlike me. My whole world felt off-kilter. Jamie was right. What the fuck was I even doing sitting in my office? I had an omega and pup at the hospital. That was where I needed to be. Even if Wyatt didn’t want me there.
Me:Why the fuck didn’t I think of any of this?
Jamie:You’ve had a day. And that’s why you have me. The bestest friend ever. I think it goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway. If you need anything, all you have to do is send up the bat signal.
Me:Thanks, Jamie. I’m going to head to the hospital. After I swing by Wyatt’s and grab him some things he might need.
Jamie:Maybe pick him up a decent dinner while you’re at it. The hospital food isn’t great. Bash refused to touch it when we had Ronen. Unless Wyatt’s on some restrictive diet, which I doubt, it’s fine to bring food to him.
My mind whirling with plans, I stepped back into the main bullpen of the office.
“Jen, can you get me the info on what happened to Wyatt’s car?”
Without glancing up from her screen, she informed me, “Stan said to tell you it’s safe on the shoulder, locked up tight. They didn’t see a need to tow it and y’all having to deal with that. He also said to tell you that Miss Rose and Gigi took Wyatt’s keys, wallet, and phone before he locked it up. Said to tell you before you pitch a fit about those two ladies taking his stuff, and I’m quoting, ‘Those two scare me more than the devil himself, and if they want that guy’s keys and stuff, I’m not stopping them. Becks gets paid to deal with that kind of shit, so he can deal with it.’”
At that last part, she stopped typing, and turned her smiling gaze to me. No doubt waiting to see if I had any kind of rebuttal to Stan’s message. I did not, as I agreed with him about the two senior citizens in question.
“I’ll be at the hospital the rest of the day and tonight. I’ll be available if you absolutely need me, but try not to.” I wasspeaking to the room at large, and had all their attention.
Jen shook her head, “You’ll be on paternity leave for the next two weeks at least. I’ve already taken you off the schedule. Mike will fill in as acting sheriff, and no one–” she turned her sharp gaze to each of the men in the room, “–no one will bother you. You have a new pup to take care of. Congratulations, and get that fine butt of yours out of here. I don’t want to see it for a couple of weeks.”
Steve snorted and Mike bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter.
“How did you–”
Jen cocked her head, “How did I know you have a new pup? Please. That news is making the rounds faster than those abs of yours. You’d better bring her by here and show her off.” She pointed a finger at me in warning, “Sooner rather than later.”
Wyatt would probably have something to say about when and how often I saw Julianna, but I didn’t bring that up. There was no need to go into our complicated history. Or lack of it. No one needed to know the true nature of our relationship. No doubt the gossip mill was already twittering about me having a secret omega and pup. Instead, I gave Jen a two fingered salute, ignored her teasing about my butt, and thanked my team profusely, before heading over to Wyatt’s new home address.
Taking Jamie’s advice, I figured a change of clothes and some food might go a long way in thawing the ice between Wyatt and me.
Chapter Thirteen
Wyatt
Julianna and I soooo did not have this. Not any of it. Nothing–not one thing–was going as I had meticulously planned out. Not like any of the countless books I had pored over had led me to believe what I could expect.
The only thing any of them seemed to have gotten right were the out-of-control hormones that were coursing throughout my body, completely unchecked. Those I could do without.
I no longer even tried to stop the tears sliding down my face, as my daughter screamed the heavens down around her. She was red-faced, sweaty, and shrieking, and nothing I seemed to doremotely calmed her.
She wouldn’t latch on to chest feed, and even the few times she had managed to latch and suckle, nothing happened. Every time she realized she was getting nothing out of me, she screamed more. We were both frustrated, and she was hungry.
My milk hadn’t come in, and I didn’t even seem to have any colostrum, the nutrient-rich pre-milk. The same thing had happened to my omega dad and his omega dad, and he had warned me my entire life to not even attempt chest feeding. Why hadn’t I listened? My nipples were bone dry, sore, and my baby was hangry.
Not that I blamed her. I was feeling a bit hangry myself. I had missed lunch, breakfast from the cute bakery I had found was a long time ago, and the hospital dinner had been less than appetizing.
