Page 11 of Omega's Midlife Love
“Guess I’ll be dealing with that little crush of mine…” I muttered.
Still, I couldn’t help the little thrill that ran through me. Hot boss or not, I had finally landed my dream job.
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~2 Weeks Later~
I grinned as my sweet Samantha’s face appeared on my cell phone screen.
“Hey sweetheart,” I answered. “What’s up?”
“Just calling to check in on you. Make sure you’re eating and all that.”
I laughed. “Eating isn’t the problem. I should probably make more time for the gym though.”
“Or the beach,” she replied with a chuckle.
“I’ll get there eventually.”
Her chuckles turned to full laughter. “Somehow I don’t believe that.”
“Now now, at some point your papa is gonna have to serve guests on the patio, which is pretty much right on the beach. So that has to count.”
“Not if you’re working!”
“Ah, but you just said the beach. You said nothing about work.”
“And Eddie wonders where I got this tendency to be too literal in my speech.”
I smiled, thinking of all the ways she took after me. “How is he?”
She sighed. “The morning sickness is hitting him pretty hard. I don’t know what to do other than sit with him until it passes.”
“Have you tried ginger tea?”
“We tried ginger ale.”
“That’s more sugar than ginger. No, just get yourself a piece of fresh ginger, wash and slice it, then boil for a few minutes. Worked wonders when I was pregnant with you.”
“I’ll pick up some ginger tomorrow then. I’m ready to try anything to get him some relief.”
“You’re a good alpha for him.”
“He’s the best omega I could have asked for,” she replied, a smile in her voice. “Every day I wake up, and wonder how it is that I have both the best papa ever, and now the best mate.”
“I’m nothing special,” I demur. “But Eddie is quite the man, and he’s going to make an excellent papa himself.”
“You should give yourself more credit. And yes, he will be an excellent papa.”
“Anything else exciting going on in your life? How’s your new job?”
Samantha hemmed and hawed for a moment. “It’s… complicated.”
I knew that tone. It meant that she wasn’t happy, but didn’t quite want to discuss something yet. “I’m here if you need to talk about it.”
“Thanks papa” she replied. “And you? How’s your new job?”
My mind briefly flashed to thoughts of Mr. Beischel, and our limited interactions. As expected, they were always brief and professional, and the omega in me wanted more.
