Page 47 of I Replaced His Husband
Anything but this quiet, growing ache deep inside me:
The longing to belovedagain.
RAIN
The next day, when I came to see Kay just before his wave, which usually hit around midday, he was sitting with a tablet on his lap. My gaze flicked to the side of his nest. Still deformed and messy. No sign of improvement there.
When he saw me, he turned the tablet toward me and said, "I made two sets of icons. See which one fits better."
I sat down beside him, already catching the sweet vanilla scent in the air, signaling his wave was close. Still, I managed to stay focused on the screen.
"Oh, wow. This set is amazing. The second one’s great too, just a little darker in tone. The first one’s perfect, though. But maybe Nathaniel should take a look at both and decide for himself," I said, taking the tablet from him. Kay watched me with his head tilted slightly to the side.
"So, can I send both sets to my boss?"
"Of course. That’s the idea."
There was a short pause as I attached the icons to an email. When I looked up again, I noticed a faint blush on his cheeks.
"Thanks, Kay. You’re a lifesaver. How much do I owe you for this?"
He waved a hand dismissively. "I didn’t do it for money. I’ve got enough. That’s not why I work."
I knew that askingwhyhe did it would only annoy him, so I let it go. Still, it surprised me in the best way.
I set the laptop aside and looked at him. Kay glanced down, blushing.
"I really mean it. I’m grateful," I whispered, leaning in slowly. He looked up again and didn’t pull away. For a second, our lips were almost touching, but at the last moment, I turned slightly and kissed his cheek instead, letting my mouth trail down to his neck.
His sigh was soft and sweet, almost like he was relieved I’d finally found my way there. I crawled onto the bed, settled on top of him like I always liked to, and let my lips find his gland. Kay closed his eyes and melted into my touch.
Our strange bond was working beautifully. I could tell he preferred it slow or medium-paced, too rough or fast seemed to overwhelm him a bit. So I gave him exactly what he needed, easing into him and moving with methodical, steady thrusts, bringing him to as many orgasms as he wanted.
But one issue still lingered… the nest.
Despite my earlier conviction that Kay should see a therapist, I couldn’t bring myself to bring it up. Every time I tried, anxiety got the better of me.
I was even starting to like the idea of just… ignoring it altogether.
But before I went down that path, I knew I needed to talk to someone else, someone who actually understood nesting problems.
???
The next day, I headed to the beach and sat on the old fallen log everyone liked.
After some deliberation, I called my dad, because honestly, who else could I turn to? I saw him as the wisest omega I’d ever known, and I trusted his judgment completely. One thing I was sure of: no matter what he said, he would never steer me in a direction that would hurt me in the long run. He always had my best interests at heart, even if that meant being brutally honest. I could always count on him to tell me the truth and help me see the bigger picture.
"Hey, sweetie. It's so good to hear from you. I was just thinking about you today."
"Hey, Dad. I meant to call earlier, but… I don’t know, I just didn’t get around to it."
There was a short pause. "What’s going on, son? Something on your mind?"
"Yeah, sort of. It’s about Kay."
"Okay?"
"It’s something we’re not really supposed to talk about with omegas."
