“A guard? Which one? Has Hudson met him? Baby, we’ve spent hardly any time with him since his heat. Shit, we’ve spent hardly any time with him since he moved in. I don’t have the direct link to him you do, but I can feel his pain. He feels rejected. He’s lonely,” I say, putting the heel of my palm to my chest.
“I feel it, too,” Des says, sadness and a bit of concern in his tone.
“I get that. But what the hell can we do about it? We told him he can have company. He has access to be driven anywhere he pleases. At no point did we require him to remain in the house at all hours.”
“He doesn’t want to be driven around by a stranger. He wants to spend time with us. You fucking bonded him, baby. That means something.” This is one of those times where I have to struggle to useanyterms of endearment when speaking to one of my mates.
Because Mason is pissing me the fuck off.
“We have a job. We have dozens of employees and clients who depend on us. We took off more than enough time to tend to him and make sure he was okay before returning to the office. What the fuck else can we do?”
He quickly lowers his voice and glances toward the open door when his tone slowly resembles a bark.
Not that it would do a damn thing to Des or me, but it might affect the betas in the office or even the omega receptionist.
Des surprises both of us by stepping in. “We can start rotating our schedules. Or cut back on workload. No need to take every case.”
Our firm takes on high profile cases, though not always those in the public eye. We defend large corporations, athletes, even celebrities and politicians. Hence our income level.
It doesn’t hurt that we were able to constantly grow and add more lawyers into our arsenal.
“We have to figure something out, Mason. Especially when he gets pregnant. You really want the omega carrying our child to be lonely, depressed, and feel as though you’re rejecting him?” I ask.
A growl rumbles from Mason’s chest at my words. Or rather the pointed accusation. Mason marked him. He bonded him. Therefore, it’s technically Mason’s job to ensure Hudson’s happiness.
I check the clock and make up my mind. “I’m going home. You coming or do I need an Uber?” I say as I gather my things and turn off my computer.
“We’ve got at least –”
I stop and turn a scowl on Mason. “There will always be more work. Always. That’s what we wanted. But that was before Hudson. And what about after we have a child? Are we simply going to hire nannies and only spend the weekends with them?”
Why the hell wasn’t this conversation had before we started approaching people to carry a child for us?
Probably because we were so lost in the dream of having a family, we were seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses.
Or maybe there was always that part of us that believed it would never actually happen. Especially after being turned down over and over again.
Des stacks his papers in a folder and taps it on the desk a couple times before setting it on a pile of folders. After he exits from his email, he turns off his computer, grabs his jacket from the back of his chair, and hooks his fingers through the handle of his briefcase.
“I’ll share a ride with you.”
A grin stretches across my face as I turn and wait to see what our pack lead plans to do.
To me? There is only one option – go home to our omega and soothe him. The best way to do that is with some snuggles and a hefty dose of alpha pheromones.
Fuck Mason if he plans to stay here. I love the man. I’ll always love him with all that I am, but we’re definitely going to have an issue if he chooses work over the omega who has agreed to help us have a child.
“Fuck it,” he mutters after a few seconds of staring at me then Des before returning his frown on me.
He doesn’t bother straightening his desk, simply clicks his mouse a few times then hits the power button on his monitor.
I’m the first one through the office door with Des following and Mason bringing up the rear. We wait while he locks up, then we head to the elevator that will take us to the garage and our car.
Hudson is still awake. Not only is it a little too early for him to crash for the day, but I can feel him through the bond.
I’ll need to change when I get home to ensure I’m not carrying the scent of the omega or beta employees, but I’m not going to waste time with showering. I should be quite…pungent by now. Which means my pheromones will be strong.
Hudson can rub himself all over me if he wants, nuzzle his face against my skin, soak up every drop of my scent.
