Against All Odds

Chapter Five

Leaving Milo after that conversation is hard, but I know I can't stay when all he wants is for me to go. So, with all the control I can muster, I am able to get back into my car and drive over to the small house that one of Grandama's friends is renting to me.

It is only a few miles away from Milo's place, so I am pulling into my drive way only a few minutes later. The place is small, or as Grandama put it: quaint.

The roof is a rustic red, while the walls are all a creamy white color. The nearest house is an acre away, giving me some privacy. This place has been home for the last few years, and I love it. Nothing too extravagant, just home.

Walking into the house, I am bombarded by meows. Emmie comes walking over to me, winding between my legs as I shut the front door. She has always been unusually clingy for a cat, ever since I rescued her from the shelter two years ago.

"Hi, pretty girl." Kneeling down, I pick her up, rubbing my cheek against the top of her head. "Did you miss me?"

She just mewls at me, relaxing in my arms as I carry her into the living room. Flipping on the television, I half-heartedly listen to the news, barely catching the fact that it is going to start raining sometime tonight, and it doesn't seem like we will be getting a break from the downpours for at least a week.

Thinking back on the conversation with Milo, I try to calm my nerves. Everything I had said had been true. Milo wants a baby, and I am able to give him one. While omegas are extremely fertile when it comes to getting pregnant, it is harder for us to get someone else pregnant. So, even if Milo agreed to my suggestion, it would most likely be months, maybe even years before I even got pregnant.

The thought has me frowning slightly. Honestly, the thought of being pregnant had never appealed to me, not like most omegas. It wasn't something that I ever dreamed about, loving children but having one grow inside me always just seemed strange.

But I can do this for Milo. He deserves it. He has so much love to give to a child, and we would be amazing co-parents. We are already best friends. What more could we need?

Sighing, I set Emmie down, moving into the kitchen to put something in the crockpot for dinner. She walks behind me, climbing up onto the window perch above the sink where a pillow is placed. It's one of her favorite places since she always wants to be in the same room as me.

The rest of the night passes slowly, the smell of roast in the air as I get this week's lesson plan together. By the time I am laying in bed for the night, the conversation I had with Milo has run through my head a million times.

If I go off my suppressants soon, my next heat will be in approximately five weeks. That should give me enough time to convince Milo and to help him get everything worked out. If worse comes to worse, he can just move in here. There is an extra bedroom and bathroom, plenty of room for him.

The idea sends my thoughts wandering again, thinking of everything I can start doing to get things ready.

Next thing I know, I am being woken up by my phone vibrating violently on my nightstand. Without even cracking open an eye, I flail my arm around in an attempt to grab the damned thing.

The call is just about to go to voicemail when I slide my thumb across the screen, practically dropping my phone on my ear.

"'lo?" I grumble, already starting to drift off to sleep again.

"Mr. Bellamy?"

"Yes?"

"This is Xania from Willow Café." Her words have my eyes immediately opening, knowing that she must be one of the people working at Milo's coffee shop. "I'm calling because Milo has been pretty sick in his office, and he refuses to let me call an ambulance. But I think something is seriously wrong. He has been throwing up ever since I got in this morning to open. He has you down as his emergency contact, so I thought you could maybe come pick him up? He really needs to see a doctor."