Page 12 of Ginger Omega
Then I discovered how easy the process was through videos. Goddess bless YouTube.
After nailing the basics, I began to experiment. Today’s try was a cheddar, candied jalapeno loaf and, so far, it smelled incredible. Letting bread cool completely was criminal, but it was nearly there.
Dinner was marinating in the fridge and I’d canned tomatoes that morning. The dishwasher ran, cleaning the utensils and pots and other things I’d used.
I sat on the barstool watching a video of my favorite couple who traveled the world when I heard someone coming up the drive. Poe, if I had to guess. Holt’s truck made a different sound.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Until I heard two doors shut instead of one.
I looked out the window and flipped out at what I saw. Poe, of course, wasn’t surprising, but he was pulling luggage out of the back of the truck. And Katie stood next to the passenger door.
What in the fuck?I meant that in the best way possible.
Rushing to the door, I tried and failed to ignore the nervousness inside me. A little notice would’ve been helpful.
Katie wasn’t some generic guest. I needed time to prep for our omega to come here.
Damn you, Poe.
I flung the door open, pretending I wasn’t a total oaf inside and out. Our omega was here. The reaction was perfectly normal.
“Hey, you two.”
I shot Poe the dirtiest, meanest look I could muster.
“I know,” he muttered. “It happened really fast.”
Good thing I kept the nest room clean. The omega room.
“Katie, welcome.” She neared and climbed the steps to our home. Her eyes were red. She’d been crying. My wolf growled, wanting to kill whoever made our omega sad.
“Thank you, Vaughn. I know this is…”
I swung the door wider. “You are welcome here. We are glad to have you. Are you hungry? I make a mean sandwich.”
Our omega smiled as though she were finally understood. “I’m starving, actually, but I can make it myself.”
Scoffing, I ushered her inside and patted a barstool. “And rob me of the chance to show off my sandwich-making skills. No, ma’am.”
Time to show off for my omega.
A couple minutes later, I slid a plate across the counter to her. A huge sandwich on fresh sourdough stuffed with peppered turkey, gouda cheese, and our fresh heirloom tomatoes with a healthy amount of homemade mayo took up most of the plate. “Lemonade?” I asked as she gawked.
“Yes, please.” One bite. One moan. My wolf preened, his muzzle high in the air. Proud of himself, even though he didn’t do it. I did. “Vaughn, this is incredible.”
“Glad you like it.”
Poe came from down the hall and I made another sandwich for him. Didn’t care if he liked it at all, actually. My omega liked hers. “I put your bags in the…suite.”
The omega suite. That was how this house was built, according to our standards.
“Thank you so much. For taking me in and feeding me. It’s been a rough couple of months.”
She offered no other details, and we didn’t require any. One day, she would feel comfortable with us and trust us enough to tell us her whole story.
The important part was that she trusted us enough to tell Poe what was going on and enough to come here and stay with us.
