Page 13 of Double Kisses for the Omega
I couldn’t blame him for the caution. I’d be wary too if I were in their position. They knew something was wrong with me, but had no idea what.
“Hi,” I said softly.
“Good afternoon,” he replied. “Should I have Nate get you anything?”
I shook my head and motioned to my coffee. “Thank you, but I arrived a bit early and got it already.”
He chuckled, and I tilted my head to one side.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head. “We’re still five minutes early ourselves. We thought we’d find a spot and wait.”
I smiled and stared at my coffee. “I guess we all had the same idea.”
“Looks like.”
We sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes, until Nate arrived with a couple of cups.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again Rick,” Nate said as he took a seat.
I nodded. “You as well.”
“I’m glad you decided to continue with us,” he added.
I smiled. “You’re a lovely couple, and deserve a large and happy family.”
Both of them relaxed slightly.
It was true. They’d talked a bit about their adoption attempts, and I could see how much the rejections had hurt. It was wrong that they’d been treated like that.
I needed this pregnancy for my own health, but I couldn’t think of more worthy people to raise the baby.
“Thank you for meeting with me again as well,” I added. Then I decided that it was time to address the elephant in the room. “I’m sure you have your own concerns, especially with how my condition has been handled.”
They looked between themselves, then Nate leaned in slightly. “Are you sure you want to discuss it here?”
I glanced around the nearly-empty coffeeshop. I’d chosen a time when I had expected it to be slower, and I’d been right. Also, the soft jazz drifting from the speakers was loud enough that unless somebody sat at a table right next to us they’d have a hard time hearing.
I nodded. “As long as it doesn’t get busier.”
“Ok,” Nate said.
I took a breath, and reached up to pull my collar aside. I really didn’t know how to start, except for them to see it for themselves.
Then Tyler’s hand was on my arm. “Wait,” he said.
I blinked, but paused.
Nate shook his head. “I… we… we saw a bit of your scar last week when we met. If it is what I think it is… then I know it’s not something you want seen.”
The blood drained from my face. “You saw?”
He licked his lips. “Only a guess. I saw one end of a scar, and as secretive as it’s all been…” he trailed off.
My hand fell as I stared at my coffee. Finally I nodded. “I lost my mate, and my infant daughter, in an accident nearly ten years ago.”
One of them hissed in a breath. “So you…”
