Spencer
Isat on Grace’s bed, working on my laptop. Okay, it was more like I was texting my publicist, putting out fires, and answering ridiculous questions about mating gifts from relatives. Invitations had gone out, also, thanks to the entertainment news, the entire world knew that I’d taken a mate.
People were even sending random gifts for us to Compass BioTek.
What did I ask my family for? When Elaris and I mated, it made sense to let them buy us a home, furnishings, and all thethings we needed to start our lives together, given we’d been living in the dorms.
But now? We had most everything. Would it be odd to ask for donations to our foundation?
Unless they wanted to buy us a jet that would not only get us to Grace’s island but land on it. I mean, they bought my cousin a yacht. Or perhaps they’d expand our airstrip?
Possibly both?
“What do you think, Grace? Is there anything special you’d like?” I inquired, even though she wasn’t going to answer. But I’d ask her again later. Just like I wore my glasses because I knew she found them sexy.
The doctors had finished administering the medicines; now it was up to her body to do the rest. The doctor seemed optimistic.
As was I. She looked better, smelled better. Soon enough she’d be fully awake and asking for that ice cream.
Right now, I was alone in her hospital room with her. Brennan hauled everyone else off for sleep and showers.
“Spencer?” There was a knock on the door. Mrs. K stood there holding a large container.
“Mrs. K. Come in. I wasn’t expecting you.” It was Saturday.
“I brought some soup. You all need to eat, and she might like something homemade.” She came in and put the container on the table.
“Thank you so much.” That sounded perfect.
Mrs. K glanced at the bed. “Is she awake?”
“She’s still in and out.” I got up and came over to my assistant. We sat at the table. Mrs. K wore herI want to talkface.
“I can’t find any lists of anyone Demitra and Nick sent away when they were getting those with illegal designations to safety," she told me. “I know that they were working with an underground organization to help those who needed it.There weren’t very many they sent, especially compared to the hundreds they took in, but that’s it.”
“That’s fine. Thank you. I’d expect all of that was lost when the Temporal Authority blew up their research.” And somehow they had all their backups erased.
But that made sense. It wasn’t Rosalind who had the connection; it was someone in whatever organization she’d found to help her.
“I might be able to find Grace a therapist, though,” Mrs. K added.
“Oh, there’s a list of those brought here?” It would be interesting to see.
She shook her head. “One that survived? Not that I know of. But I’ve met a few. Also, most, if not all, of the male omega miracle births we’ve had in the past few decades were omegas that they smuggled in, coming from worlds where it’s possible.”
“I thought so. I appreciate it, Mrs. K.”
Mrs. K glanced back over to her. “Should we postpone the party?”
“Not yet.” I shook my head. I’d leave that for Grace to decide when she woke up. The doctor made it sound like she’d be fine in a couple of days.
“I’m logging all the gifts that come in so that we can thank everyone. There are a few that you should keep, but I’ll let you and Grace sort through them. I’m sure we can donate the rest to the Omega Center or a shelter,” she informed me.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. Thank you.”
“I should go, but please let me know if you need anything.” She patted my shoulder and stood.
“I will. Thanks for the soup.”
