“Alright.” Ronan fell onto the bed.
Teal sat next to him, pulling off the shirt that had gotten soaked from the boys’ bath. Ronan’s mouth watered at the sight of his husband’s sleekly muscled torso.
“I went to the doctor on my lunch break today.”
That sentence ended Ronan’s horny thoughts. “About your heat?”
“Yes. He couldn’t find anything obviously wrong with me. He reminded me that heats are irregular after thirty, and he agreed that stress could be causing the delay.”
“That’s good news, right?” Ronan asked tentatively.
“It certainly could be worse. My immediate concern is keeping my fingers crossed that my heat waits until after High Court.”
“There’s nothing you can do about that. It’ll come when it comes.”
“I’m sure Mr. Schulman and Mr. Carson would prefer I not take the chance. That I use suppressants. Those two might be heads of a firm that champions omega rights, but deep down, they’re also the type of alphas who believe having heats makes omegas weaker, biologically. They’d think me having to step away from the tribunal for three or four days to deal with my heat would undermine our position.”
“Well, luckily, your bosses aren’t in charge of our family. So they don’t get a vote. Besides, using suppressants now, on the verge of heat, could affect it, right? Make it harder to breed?”
Teal nodded gravely. “Even if it affects it only a little, I want to give myself the best chance to get pregnant. You’re still on board with that plan, right?”
“Absolutely. And if it happens during High Court, then we’ll deal with it.”
“Good. Because I want another one of your babies, alpha. One more little Ronan to run around and love for the rest of my life.”
“Make that one more little Teal, and you’ve got a deal.” Ronan kissed his husband’s nose.
***
After Teal put on a dry shirt, Ronan gave him the rundown on the conversation he’d had with Dale. The couple agreed that the only thing they could feasibly do at this point was monitor the situation. Teal was certain the other omega wouldn’t take more suppressants. They just needed to make sure his uncles did the right thing when Sorcha’s heat arrived.
The boys talked about their summer camp adventures over a simple dinner of soup and sandwiches.
“Garin, are you sure you want a second grilled cheese?” Teal asked dubiously.
“Yes, Daddy. You know I’ve been hungrier lately. Alphas need to eat a lot.”
Teal chuckled as he put another sandwich in the pan. “Garin, not everything is about being an alpha or omega. I’m sure it has much more to do with being a growing boy. I bet when Zayne is six and going through a growth spurt, he’ll want an extra sandwich too.”
“Really?” Zayne asked, evidently delighted at the prospect.
“Maybe two.” Ronan winked.
“It would be good if Zayne ate a lot,” Kino interjected seriously. “It would be easier for him if he turns out to be a big omega like you are, Daddy.”
Ronan and Teal shared a loaded glance. They knew Kino wanted the best for his little brother, and the boy certainlywasn’t wrong that life was safer for larger omegas like Teal. But in other ways, things were easier for delicate omegas like Sorcha, who were considered morenatural. But how to explain that to a precocious six-year-old?
“For now, how about everyone just eats the amount they’re hungry for and we won’t worry about the re—”
Frantic knocking on the front door interrupted Teal.
Ronan stood. “Stay here,” he ordered the boys.
“Yes, Papa,” they replied.
Ronan answered with Teal behind him. He swung the door open to find Dayson Bannon on his porch.
Although Teal often worked with Dayson at his firm’s offices, Ronan had never actually met the man. But he knew him from pictures.
