Page 36 of His Innocent Omega
“You already said that.” I could picture Jamie rolling his blue eyes and smirking at me. “What did you do now?”
Popping one of the bottles I had prepared earlier into the bottle warmer I had found already set up on the counter last night, I pushed the buttons on it. It had taken me a few minutes to figure the damn thing out, but I’d eventually gotten it to work.
I was thankful that Miss Rose and Gigi had managed to set part of the kitchen up, along with the basics for the bathroom. Wyatt hadn’t been able to rest yesterday, not with Jules being so fussy, and the last thing he needed to deal with was trying to find needed household and baby items. It hadn’t escaped my notice when I’d been making bottles for the baby, that there was little evidence he’d taken the time to fix himself anything to eatlast night.
Wyatt Cooper needed a keeper if anyone ever did. He might be brilliant in many, many different ways, but self-care didn’t appear to be one of them.
“Why do you assumeIdid anything?” Hissing into the phone, I tested the bottle against the skin of my wrist when it dinged. Satisfied with the temperature, I rubbed the nipple against Jules’ lips and she sucked it in greedily. She was a good eater and would bring the house down with her screams when she was hungry. The fact that Wyatt had slept through all her demands for feedings through the night proved just how exhausted he truly was, and had needed the rest.
“Your behavior the last few days.” Jamie sounded like he was trying hard to hold in his laughter. “Give me the facts.”
“Wyatt is…well, he’s crying uncontrollably and I don’t know why. He’s been crying for two days straight.” Peeking around the wall of the kitchen, I could see him sitting on the sofa, his body still shaking with the force of his sobs. “And Jules was just hungry, but I’ve got her sorted out.”
Gently taking the bottle from her, I held it up to see how much she had eaten. Situating the burp cloth, I placed her against my shoulder on the cloth and gently patted her back. I held the phone to my ear with my other shoulder, so I could still hear Jamie. Putting it on speaker would have been nice, but I didn’t need Wyatt to hear our conversation and get more upset than he already was. If he used his shifter hearing he would probably be able to hear anyway, but most of us tried to not eavesdrop. It was just considered bad etiquette, though it had come in handy on missions.
“Okay,” Jamie breathed into the phone, “one problem solved then. Let’s go back to Wyatt and why you think you broke him.I mean, it couldn’t have been with your dick because he just had a baby.”
Scowling, I growled, “Not the time for jokes, Jamie.”
Jamie howled in laughter, and I muttered, “I need new friends.”
“Tell me what happened,” Jamie sounded sincere and businesslike now, “I promise not to laugh.”
Rolling my eyes, I grinned as Jules let out a hearty belch any linebacker in the NFL would be proud of. “Nice baby girl.” Juggling the baby, bottle, and phone again, I told Jamie, “Wyatt woke up, freaked out, started crying really hard, and that’s where we’re at.”
“Hmmm,” Jamie’s tone clearly suggested I was leaving things out, “I’m putting you on speaker.”
There was the low murmuring of voices between Jamie and his husband, and had I been paying attention I could have heard what was being said. Since I was concentrating on feeding Jules her bottle, I missed the conversation between the two.
“Okay Becks, tell us what happened before Wyatt started crying?” Jamie instructed.
“Wyatt woke up, came running down the stairs, then started crying uncontrollably. I couldn’t understand it all, but he seems to think the baby doesn’t like him.”
Yeah, okay, I was leaving a shit ton of facts out of the story and I knew it.
“I think you need to start at the beginning so we can try to help. You picked him up from the hospital yesterday and took him home?” Jamie had known I was planning to do that.
“Yes.” Sighing, I rubbed a hand over my bearded jaw. “I picked him and Jules up and brought them home. They were fine when I left yesterday.”
Left. Asked to leave. Kicked out. Same difference.
My wolf snorted, and I winced. There was a difference, and I had a law degree from a very prestigious and expensive school back east that made sure I knew what the differences were.
“What time did you leave?” Jamie questioned, sounding very much like the government agent he used to be. Can’t say I liked being on the receiving end of one of his interrogations.
“Around six.” If I had sat in my car down the block until it had gotten dark, then parked in front of the house watching Wyatt until all the lights had gone out, that was my business. Jamie didn’t need a play-by-play of my movements.
“There’s a lot of missing hours between then and now, Becks.” Jamie commented, his tone even and giving nothing away of his thoughts. “What happened this morning when you arrived?”
Jules was nearly finished with her bottle because she was a fast eater, so I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and went about coaxing another burp out of her. She was going to need a diaper change soon too. “Um, well, about that…” My voice trailed off sheepishly.
“What did you do?”
The sharp accent belonged to Jamie’s husband and I winced. Bash was a small, thin omega, with unruly dark hair and green eyes. He had worked for British intelligence when he and Jamie had first met on an assignment. His unassuming and often quiet nature caused people to underestimate him.
In shifted form, Bash was a honey badger. He was small, relentless, and deadly. Sebastian Hollingsworth-Sinclair could fuck your world up without breaking a sweat. He had killed a cobra in Jamie’s mother’s backyardafterbeing injected with cobra venom. Bash was a badass and you didn’t want to be on his bad side.
Jamie and Bash both knew me well, and we had all been in the same field of work prior to this. There was no way I was going to be able to get away with giving them half answers, or vague talk my way around anything. Better to just come clean now.
