Page 4 of Double Kisses for the Omega
I brushed a tear from his cheek. Tyler had always been a sensitive alpha, and going through yet another failed adoption was hitting him hard.
He rested his head against my chest and took a deep breath. “I just wish they’d tell us outright that they had a problem with alpha-alpha relationships, and not jerk us around until they either found another couple or changed their mind.”
“I know,” I murmured, then kissed his head.
He sighed, shoulders shaking as he tried not to cry.
“It’s just going to take a little longer, ok?” I tried.
“I thought moving here would change things,” he finally sniffled.
I lifted his chin and kissed him gently. “They are. People are already more accepting of us. The hospital does their best to keep our shifts similar so that we’re together as much as possible. Getting a baby is just going to take a bit longer.”
He sighed and dropped his head to my chest again.
“You know I love you, right?”
He nodded. “I do. I love you too.”
I kissed his hair, nuzzling my nose into it to breathe in his scent. “Everything will be ok, as long as we have each other.”
“I guess.”
I held him for another couple minutes, trying to take away his pain.
“Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” I asked, knowing neither of us was in the mood to cook.
He shook his head. “I think I’m going to go to bed early.”
It was expected, just like finding him standing in the doorway to the nursery. Escape had become his coping mechanism after the number of adoptions that had fallen through.
“Ok,” I replied, not knowing how to help him. “Let me know if you want anything later though. You know I’ll either make it or get it for you.”
He looked up at me. “Thank you.”
I kissed his forehead. “Anything for you Ty. You know that.”
He nodded, then stepped out of my arms and trudged towards the bedroom.
The sight broke my heart. Tyler had dreamt of a family for as long as I’d known him, long before we’d married. And for a while I’d been caught up in his enthusiasm.
He had it all planned out. We’d get married, adopt a half-dozen kids, and live in our little happy-family bubble.
Then the first adoption agency took our money to get us through all their placement processes, before informing us a year later that nobody wanted to adopt to an alpha-alpha couple. The second, third and fourth agencies were no better.
After that we switched to an agency that specialized in non-traditional families. Our luck in finding prospects were better, but every omega had been lured away in the end, either deciding to keep their baby, or more often, informing the agency that they decided they wanted a normal family for their child.
And every time, I watched my husband’s heart sink a little lower.
Could he even handle another rejection?
Still, giving up wasn’t an option.
I’d give Tyler anything, and that meant that I needed to find a way to bring a child into our family.
Chapter 3 - Tyler
Ihated this. I was an alpha; supposed to handle anything.
