Page 19 of Omega's Midlife Love
I grimaced. It was time we put an end to the mister when it was just us. “Actually… I’d like it if…”
David jumped at the same time that a cell phone ring pierced the air. “Who…?” he started.
He pulled out his phone, a concerned expression on his face. He held up one finger and swiped the screen.
“Samantha?” he asked. He listened for a moment, then, “Slow down sweetheart.”
I couldn’t make out the words, but I could hear the anguish coming from the other end of the line. However, watching David’s eyes widen in fear was like a knife in my chest. The hand not holding the phone flew to his chest and closed over his heart.
My omega was hurting.
“Ok Sam. I’ll be there as soon as possible, baby girl.”
David hung up, and it was obvious he was fighting tears.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He sniffled and wiped a stray tear. “Eddie… Samantha’s mate… He…” David paused and took a shuddering breath. “He started bleeding pretty badly. They’re at the hospital now, but it’s touch-and-go. He’ll recover, but they don’t know if they’re going to lose the baby.”
“Victor!” I bellowed.
David looked at me, lip quivering.
Pounding footsteps, then Victor rounded a corner. “What’s wrong?”
“Schedule a flight, as soon as they can leave the airport.”
Victor looked between us, then his gaze rested on David’s face.
“Where to?” he asked David, understanding who it was for.
“Pr-Providence.”
Victor nodded. “Got it. I’ll have them ready your plane.”
“I-I can buy a ticket…” David tried to argue. “I’m sure a flight will leave in the morning.”
“No,” I stated. “I’ve got a jet, and the company we use for crews always has people on standby.”
“But…”
Victor was already talking to somebody in the background.
I rested my hands on David’s shoulders. “One thing I’ve learned in the past few weeks is how much your daughter and her mate mean to you. She needs you right now, and I’ve got the ability to get you on a flight tonight.”
He collapsed against my chest, trembling and finally allowing his tears to fall. “Thank you.”
I rubbed his back, wishing that I was holding him under different circumstances. “We’ll take you to the airport. Find out what hospital they’re at and we’ll have a car waiting for you.”
He nodded into my chest.
“Do you have any pets that will need to be taken care of?”
“No,” he cried.
I turned to Victor, who was already putting his phone away.
“They can be ready for departure just after midnight,” he said.
