Page 47 of Talk About… Secrets
I hated that he was fucking right. We had to do this so we could establish a life with our omega that didn’t have us constantly in and out. That would be just as bad.
“Call her every day. Text her. Keep present,” Spencer said, giving us each a look. “Don’t let doubt creep into her mind.”
“Never,” Beck promised, looking relieved we weren’t walking away from him and his orders.
“Let’s go home,” Spencer said, standing up and cracking his neck. “We’ll hit them again tomorrow with full plans they can’t refuse.”
We stopped for pizza and sank down on the couch, laptops in hand. Even I joined, though my hands itched for a paintbrush. I had a new muse to paint and my sketches were no longer enough.
The sun was rising before Spencer called it, a feral smile on his face.
“Let them red tape this,” he vowed, stumbling to his room.
We had four hours, then we’d be back in meetings. For once, I followed their lead, ignoring the urge to create.
She was all that mattered.
Grace
“Okay, we clearly need an intervention,” Avery said with that gentle way that made my skin crawl.
“Yeah, where’s our pink loving bestie? The girl who is all smiles and sunshine and cute, oversized sweaters,” Sidney accused, crossing her arms.
“So, not a coffee date?” I half-whined, making them both quirk their eyebrows.
It only had Avery pressing further. “Girl, what is going on?”
“They’re still fighting to get the office moved,” I admitted with another half-whine. What the fuck was wrong with me? Every missed call or text was like a stab to the heart and even I knew it was dramatic.
Then someone walked by with too much perfume and my hand flew over my mouth and nose as I tried and failed to not gag.
“Oh god. You’re pregnant,” Avery hissed in shock.
“No,” I argued. “I haven’t even had a heat and had birth control with the guys.”
“Sure, but you also were freshly found mates. That negates a whole lot it shouldn’t,” Sidney argued.
“No, no, no,” I muttered, the terror striking through me nearly sending me into a spiral.
“Look, I have a test leftover,” Avery said as she dug in her bag and pulled out the box and tucked it into my own purse. “Use it when you’re ready."
“They’ll be back.” Everyone always said that with confidence while I continued to fall apart. I hated that they were gone. But my omega? She was practically desolate, curling into a ball and preparing for the worst.
The first week I was optimistic, we both were.
Now that’s over and this current virus wasn’t helping.
“It’s just a stomachache,” I argued weakly. “I’m just all thrown off with them gone.”
“Okay,” Avery said, even as the two shared a worried glance. “I have to run, have a job to finish today. I put off work long enough.”
They tried to argue but I hurried out and stepped into the warm sunshine. Shockingly, I was missing the lake right about now.
Not that Rockwood Valley didn’t have one, but it wasn’t the same without them. But this hot, sticky, summer air was making me feel so much worse.
Drew’s ringtone went off and a small smile crept across my face. Despite the alpha and betas who haven’t come back to me, he has a sixth sense for knowing when I need him.
“Hey, Gracie. I’m exhausted. How about we call it a day and have a picnic down by the creek?”
