Page 1 of Double Kisses for the Omega
Chapter 1 - Rick
Itugged at my shirt collar, trying to get some air to my skin. I had to make it through the meeting, then I would be able to go home early.
Vance leaned over during a quiet moment in the presentation. “Hey, you ok?”
I nodded. “I think I’m gonna make it a half-day though. And I probably won’t be in tomorrow.”
“Ok.”
He didn’t say anything, but I could see the concern on his face.
We made it through the rest of the meeting, then filed out of the conference room.
Vance’s omega, Kelly, made his way over, but Vance held up a hand to signal him to wait a minute.
“Seriously, are you ok?” Vance asked.
“Yeah, but I’m taking tomorrow, maybe the next day too.”
He frowned. “Take all the time you need. I’m just worried. It smells like you’re about to go into heat, but didn’t you have one only last month?”
It was a personal question, but I’d known Vance long enough to know it was asked from concern more than anything else.
“I plan to stop by the doctor on the way home,” I replied, sidestepping the question.
His frown deepened, but he didn’t push.
Kelly had managed to inch closer during the conversation. “Let us know if you need anything?”
I forced a smile and nodded, trying not to notice how his hand rested above the tiny bump of his second pregnancy. He wouldn’t be able to wear the pencil dresses he currently favored for much longer before he’d have to switch to something that could accommodate his growing belly.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
They looked between themselves, then Vance nodded. “Ok. Keep me looped in on any schedule changes.”
“I will.”
“Get feeling better,” Kelly added.
I gave a more honest smile at that. “Thank you.”
I went to my office and gathered my things, but a cramp as I was about to head out punctuated the urgency of my situation.
I set my briefcase back on my desk and pulled out my cell phone.
“Doctor Erickson’s office, how may I help you?”
I winced at another cramp. “This is Rick Thomas. Are there any afternoon appointments available, or do I need to come as a walk-in?”
There was a moment of silence. “We had a cancellation at three.”
“I’ll take it,” I replied.
Typing, then, “Ok Mister Thomas. I’ve got you scheduled for three with Doctor Erickson.”
“Thank you.”
I hung up and breathed a sigh of relief. Not many towns the size of Mountain Springs had an endocrinology specialist, and it was something I needed. It was such a requirement that half the reason I’d chosen the small town to move to was because of his practice.
