“Is your ankle hurting?” he asks, and I nod.
He grabs a pill bottle off the nightstand and hands me a pill and goes back to the pink velvet chaise he was sitting on before. It’s almost comical how small he makes the piece of furniture look.
I take the pill and drink nearly the entire glass of water he gave me. Every item I asked for is on the tray and I start with the toast, taking small bites.
“I hope I’m not imposing staying in someone’s room,” I say, acting like I don’t care. I’m a cool Omega. Jealousy? We don’t know her. I just don’t want to inconvenience someone.
It’s not like I didn’t just leave my own nest behind, though this room is nicer, even if it isn’t a nest. I know my jealousy is unfounded but it simmers in my empty stomach anyway.
“You’re not. This is the room my sister uses when she visits.”
“Your sister is an Omega?” I ask, feeling more at ease.
I’m still not sure I like the idea of using another Omega’s room, but the fact that it’s his family has me feeling a little less crazy.
“Yes, her and my mother are both Omegas. Two of my dads are Alphas and my brother and other father are Betas.”
I shift slightly, wincing, and Jonah is immediately on his feet. He helps me slide up the bed, so more of my back is pressed against the tufted bed frame, making sure my ankle is properly and gently on top of a pillow.
“Do you have any siblings?” he asks as I tear at my toast more than eating it.
“No. My mom is an Omega and I have two Alpha dads. I don’t see them much,” I say, feeling embarrassed.
His brows furrow, and I realize then that Jonah is one of those people who has an idyllic family. Hell, he has a room for his sister when she visits. They probably have inside jokes, play board games, and know too much information about each other.
I’m not sure why, but my eyes begin to water.
It’s definitely my hormones all over the place after my cluster-fuck of a heat. The pain medicine, the being in a new, unfamiliar place.
Jonah sits his large frame next to me on the bed.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But I do want to know you,” he says the last bit softly and I blink away my forming tears.
“They travel a lot all around the world. I’m pretty sure they’re in Malta or something right now. Having a kid and traveling don’t mix. When I was five, they went backpacking in Chile and left me with my Gran. They’d come back for holidays sometimes. I’d get a birthday card. They paid for everything, but they weren’t there. My Gran raised me, she’s a Beta,” I say, looking down at my food.
Jonah places a hand on my thigh, and his thumb rubs soothing circles against my covered leg.
He looks like he’s at a loss on what to say, like what I just told him is unfathomable behavior. I’m used to the pitying looks, but that’s not what I get from Jonah.
“Your Gran seems like an amazing woman.”
I smile, loving that he didn’t say he was sorry, or make excuses for my parents’ behavior.
“Oh, shit. She’s probably worried sick,” I say, wanting to push the tray away.
“I’ve been on the phone with her. She asked me to tell her when you were ready for visitors. She has our address and all our information.”
“I should probably call her,” I say anyway.
“It’s three in the morning, maybe at a more reasonable time?”
“You’re probably right,” I say, taking my chances with the soup. It tastes far better than I thought it would. Did Jonah make it or is it from some high end grocery store?
I look at Jonah’s face, seeing how desperately exhausted he looks.
“Jonah, have you slept?” I ask.
“I’m fine,” he says and I tilt my head at him.
