Page 155 of Lost
“I wouldn’t know,” Wren shrugs. “I still don’t know if I want kids. The world is so cruel, it feels like I’d be doing them a disservice.”
“That makes sense, but every day, we tip the scales in our favor a little more,” Aisling says, leaning against Wren’s side.
It’s clear that they're close, especially as they share a smile.
“What are we missing?” I ask, chewing on my inner lip.
“Nothing,” Aisling says, looking down at her list. “We even alerted the police, surrounding neighbors, and the city that we are holding this event. Club Serenity is a business, and we have the space for parking, so they shouldn’t give us any issues.”
“Fuck, do we have any lawyers who will be there in case we have any issues?” I groan.
“Oh yeah,” my sister chuckles, pulling up a list. “There will be at least ten there, and they’ll all be willing to jump in if necessary. We need to get you a lawyer on retainer.”
“Domh’ll do it,” Aisling says. “I volunteer him as tribute.”
Caleb has been working in the back, but a few of the group’s alphas are scattered throughout the bar chatting.
“Woman, what are you talking about?” An alpha with a blonde man bun in a well pressed suit asks, twisting around to look at her with a grin.
He doesn’t look upset at all.
“He doesn’t have to,” I begin. “I can find my own lawyers. I’ve had to work with a group in the past on an as needed basis.”
“They don’t know this city like I do,” Domh says, his smile turning into a frown. “Aisling is still getting push back about building the transitional living house, and construction happens in fits and starts.”
“It’s so frustrating,” Aisling grumbles.
“It looks like they’re going to allow us to start again in a couple of weeks,” Wren adds. “Until their next fit.”
“Maybe it’ll be easier now that ROWS no longer exists?” I ask hopefully.
“Possibly,” Wren muses. “The issue is that a lot of people don’t want us to build this house. They imagine transitional housing is used only for drug addicts, and that’s simply not true. This is the next step towards the journey to our residents’ goals. They’ve outgrown the shelter.”
“Would they really use the logic that we shouldn’t have a birth center in the same way?” I ask.
“They could,” Domh shrugs. “Either way, I work pro bono so it wouldn’t cost a thing.”
My mouth drops open and I shake my head. “Are you kidding? I can’t let you do that.”
“It’s honestly not a problem. Our offices require a certain number of hours, I’d rather give them to you and Aisling. I’ve recruited the other lawyers to do the same,” he explains.
“He likes to argue,” Aisling whispers. “Don’t feed into it.”
“Haha,” Domh chuckles.
The door opens to the front, and I turn to see two people walk in. It appears as if they work here, and Aisling’s face lights up as she sees them.
“Mickey? Orla?” she asks.
The two of them turn toward her and grin as they rush over.
“Hey girl!” Orla squeals.
“I feel like the worst person ever,” Aisling says, tearing up as she stands. “I kept wanting to come by to say hi to you two while the bar was open, but it just never happened.”
“You don’t need to be like that. Ugh, I’m a sympathetic crier, Aisling!” the male says, hugging her tightly.
Domh growls under his breath, but he’s completely ignored. I can see from here that they’re both omegas, and Mickey has a faded bite on his neck. He’s definitely packed up.
