“Okay, so there’s no easy way to go about this, but it’s kind of the big, fat elephant that follows every Omega around.” She lets out a sigh and takes a breath before continuing. “My birthday is in February. The fourteenth so you can mark your calendars, by the way.”
“Sloane,” Bram says sternly, and she nods her head.
“There’s no true science to when an Omega starts her heat, and lately it’s felt like it’s coming on sooner than later. I know things are still relatively new and that this is a big ask, especially with the season picking up. But if I were to go into heat?—”
“We’ll be there,” Bram cuts in, answering for both of us.
I can’t even be mad at it cause it was hot as shit.
“He’s right, we’ll be there,” I say.
Sloane’s eyes water, and she leans into me. “Thank you. It could be months or even a year from now. But I just needed to know. It was weighing on me.”
“You feel like that again, you come to one of us right away,” Bram says, and Sloane and I both nod our heads.
Bram looks between us, not saying anything about my agreement, just grunting his satisfaction.
“Is there anything you need from us beforehand?” I ask Sloane.
“Not right now. I promise if anything changes, I’ll let you know. But for now, I think I’m all set.”
“Would it be at your apartment?” Bram asks, which is honestly a great question.
“Yeah, are we going to show up to your house to take care of you and your dad is sitting on your porch with a rifle? I really do like being a mascot and not riddled with buckshot.”
“First off, you already snuck in and saw that it was detached. I’d also say if you’re willing to be there for my heat, you’re also willing to be officially mine in front of my dad,” Sloane says.
“We can tell him tomorrow if you want,” Bram says.
I glance over at Sloane who is blushing.
“Ordinarily, I’d say yes, but he’s still going through it after his mom passing. I think I’d like to wait until he’s in a better headspace.”
Bram and I just both nod in agreement.
“Okay, well, I feel so much better,” Sloane says happily.
Her shoulders relax, and it’s almost like she was physically caring this burden around.
“Can I get up to go to the bathroom?” she asks, and I nod, getting up and giving her space so she can walk to the restroom.
“We need a plan,” Bram says.
“Like what?”
“Like if we’re going to be helping her with her heat, we should probably get to know each other better and know everything she needs,” he says plainly.
I rub the back of my neck. “I never really thought I’d wind up helping an Omega in heat.”
Bram shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Well, now you are. If I’m the only Alpha, we’re going to need to get creative.”
“What, like fisting?” I say, shocked.
His face is deadpan. “Whatever gets the job done.”
“I’ll do some research online.”
“Good boy,” he replies with a smirk, and I feel like I melt into the booth.
