Why does he seem so relaxed when compared to him I’m a bundle of nerves, but then again nothing has changed…
In a way we were always complementary opposites, Bay had two modes, he was either brooding or calm, and I had two modes as well, I was either cheerful or anxious.
"I went to Blue Lowen back then, knowing he’s considered the best geneticist in the country, hoping he would explain the extraordinary phenomenon of us being so compatible mentally but turning out physically incompatible."
I briefly explain everything Blue told me back then and how he gave me hope of finding a solution.
What’s interesting is that Bay listens and his face remains unfazed, he doesn’t seem surprised.
He simply watches me with those unreadable eyes, and if not for the fact that I’ve always had a kind of energetic sense of his aura which lets me feel what he truly feels, he would be an absolute enigma to me.
What I sense right now is a sort of anticipation mixed with tension and maybe even a hint of excitement buried deep down, although none of that shows on the surface. Literally, not a flicker.
"For the last few years Blue has been conducting research and recently he finally made a breakthrough, but there is something else that developed alongside it," I murmur, realizing how cryptic that sounds, but since Bay still doesn’t say anything, I have the space to continue.
"See, I managed to reach my real father."
Only now do I notice Bay’s brows lifting slightly, apparently not expecting the conversation to take this turn, and he fails to hide his surprise.
"But the biggest shock was who he turned out to be."
Bay leans in a little, and for the first time in a long while he hasn’t taken a drag from his vape, which for him seems almost impossible, his dark eyes fixed on my face.
"He is someone my dad had been consulting on various criminal law matters for years. It’s Sebastien Lowen."
Bay lets out a soft whistle and straightens up, resting his back against the chair.
Then suddenly a strange thoughtful grimace crosses his face, he scratches his chin and says, "The head of the Omega Red Line agency?"
"Yes, the same one."
"But he’s an omega," he blurts out, his eyes slightly widened.
"More precisely, he is a gamma subtype."
I watch his face and see the gears turning slowly in his head. Of course most people have heard about rare designations like gammas or sigmas, but they are so rare in society they are more like an urban legend than anything else.
"Wait, so Blue Lowen is your uncle, and Jacob Lowen too?"
I nod. "And that’s not the end of the funny coincidences. Your brother Storm’s True Mate is my brother."
Bay stares at me with wide eyes, I really managed to surprise him.
"See, that is one more reason why you and I absolutely cannot be incompatible, it is simply genetically impossible, Bay," I say it slowly, emphasizing every word.
Silence.
Bay drops his gaze to his fingers, rolling his vape between them in a continuous motion.
He says nothing.
What does he think about all this? Is he trying to understand it, trying to put everything together? But it is impossible. I doubt anyone in this world could explain what really happened.
Eventually the silence weighs on me too heavily and I force out, "We lost almost ten years of our lives, Bay. I know you may have doubts about me, about how I lived, but I want you to know I never stopped loving you, not even for a moment, even if the things I did were kinda crazy."
Bay still says nothing, his face slightly distant as he looks at his plate. I do not understand the reason for his silence, but then he slowly speaks.
"Blue thinks this therapy could work within maybe ten months, right?"
