Page 17 of Double Kisses for the Omega
Nate smiled. “You’re right.”
“Will you make the call?” I asked.
“Sure.”
He picked up his cell phone, and I couldn’t help my hands from shaking as he called Alice to set up an appointment to meet with Rick again.
We’d officially be telling the omega that we wanted him to carry our child.
But more importantly, we’d ask him if he might be interested in something more with us.
I hadn’t been so nervous since the early days of my relationship with Nate.
I wanted Rick in our lives, and had to hope that he was open to being our omega.
Chapter 10 - Rick
Itook a deep breath then planted my palms on the counter.
“Ok Rick, you can do this. Alice said that they’d made a decision.”
Terror curled in my middle. She’d told me that they had talked to Doctor Erickson, and I wasn’t sure how they would have reacted to it.
I knew what my condition meant to me, but they would likely understand specifics in only the way people who spoke the language of medicine could.
The fact that they had decided so quickly after the appointment scared me. Had they learned something that was so dangerous to the pregnancy that they didn’t want to risk it?
I’d been cleared, but they still had the right to ask for somebody else.
I looked down and ran my fingers across my belly, and felt the tears threaten to fall. I’d allowed myself to hope, to imagine my belly growing round with their baby.
If nothing else, I’d be in regular contact with them for the duration of the pregnancy. I wouldn’t have had to give them up yet.
But I couldn’t imagine them making a decision in my favor so quickly after speaking with my doctor. The pregnancy was risky, and just knowing how much probably sealed my fate.
Somehow, it felt like a much greater loss than just having to find a new couple willing to take a chance on me.
Nate and Tyler were incredible alphas, and I wanted to spend more time with them, however I could get it. I knew I’d never be the omega of either of them, they were happily married after all, but just being near made me feel safer than I had in years.
Maybe it was for the best that they reject me. Could I really hold back for nine months? Could I restrain myself from feeling jealous when we saw the baby’s heartbeat, or learned its gender, knowing that it was their moment, and that I was just a necessary observer?
Could I hand over the baby, then treat the two men as nothing but acquaintances when I wanted more?
Maybe I should tell the agency to look for a couple from Mount Sable or farther west. People I wouldn’t run into at the grocery story. People with whom I’d have scheduled meetings, and no urge to spend time with them other than what was necessary for the surrogacy.
Maybe I should tell them that I’d decided to look for somebody else. Prevent my feelings from getting tangled any further than they already were.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
How long would it take for them to find another surrogate if I did that? They’d wanted a baby for so long, and I wanted to be the one to give them that family. Could I really deny them for such selfish reasons as my attraction to them?
“Damnit!”
I slammed my hands on the counter. I wanted it all. I wanted both alphas, and to carry their baby, and to be with them. It didn’t make any sense, but it felt right.
But what would two happily married alphas want with an unbondable omega?
I needed to get my head out of the clouds and face facts. We were all nothing but a means to an end for each other. I was the way for them to get a baby, and that pregnancy was how I was going to finally be able to undo some of the damage my parents’ selfish decision had done to my body.
