Page 2 of Omega's Midlife Love
“You know I am,” I said, hugging her tight. “Now let’s get the rest of my things into the moving truck so we can clear out and let the realtor take photos.”
“Ok.”
She strode back to the bedroom door and picked up the box before turning out of sight.
I took one last look around her childhood room, more precious to me than almost anywhere else in the house. This was where my baby girl had grown up. Where I’d rocked her to sleep when she was still an infant, and we lived with my parents. Posters and her favorite things had cluttered the room as she grew up, turning to trophies and achievements.
Now it was painted white, a clean slate for a new family. I just had to hope that the new owners made as precious of memories as I had.
“Papa?” Samantha called from the other room.
“Coming,” I called back.
It was time for both of us to find our new places in life. Her with her new mate and the baby he carried, and me chasing the dream I’d set aside when I’d had my gorgeous daughter before I was even out of my teens.
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I pulled the moving truck into the apartment complex lot and found an out-of-the-way section to park. It was going to be strange living in an apartment after having been in a house my whole life, but I didn’t need a house any more. My nest was empty, and it made more sense for me to have a smaller place and leave the houses for families.
I climbed down out of the truck, stretched, then looked around for the office. I spied it near the entrance and set off.
It felt good to walk after having driven across the country, although I wasn’t looking forward to unpacking the truck. Supposedly the office had the contact info for some local guys who could help with the furniture, which was something at least.
A few minutes later I had keys in hand and a leasing agent walking beside me for the walkthrough.
As I opened the apartment door and got my first look, it finally hit me. It was just me, starting the second half of my life. Samantha wasn’t going to be there to welcome me home.
Part of the thought hurt, but I was excited too. I wasn’t going to be that omega who got weepy at the thought of an empty nest. I had plenty of good years left, and I was going to make the most of them.
