The Stray Omega

Homemade Syrup

Scott's eyes opened slowly and he winced when the sun poured in from the full glass walls revealing the patio. He looked down, Mitch sleeping soundly against his chest. He sat up the best he could and moved Mitch closer to the back of the couch then stood up. He did his best to put his prosthetic on then walked over to the windows, pulling the curtains closed and turning on one of the lamps. He went back over to the couch and fixed the blanket so it covered Mitch's shoulders. 

Scott leaned down and kissed Mitch's cheek before going to the kitchen. He fixed up a big breakfast consisting of sausage patties, hash browns, eggs, extra fluffy pancakes and homemade syrup. He set out a few plates on the counter and turned off the stove burners, going back to the couch and sitting down behind Mitch. He reached down, running his fingers over Mitch's cheeks, startling the brunette awake. 

"Sorry, love. Didn't mean to wake you up like that. I made a big breakfast if you're hungry." 

Mitch yawned and turned over, looking up at Scott with tired eyes. He then nodded. "It smells good." 

"I'm glad." Scott smiled and ran his fingers over Mitch's neck then leaned down and kissed his forehead. "It's going to get cold, come on bubble butt." Scott stood up, patted Mitch's bum and went to the kitchen, fixing their plates to carry them to the dining table with the bottle of his homemade syrup.

"Looks yummy. Is that homemade?" Mitch asked, pointing at the bottle Scott set down. He fixed the blanket around his shoulders. He sat down and pulled one of the plates near him. 

"I wanted to try something a bit new." Scott handed Mitch a fork then sat down across from him. The two started eating, Mitch jumping when he hit his hand against the plate, causing a clinking sound. He lifted his hand then grinned, looking up at Scott. Scott reached over, holding out his hand. Mitch placed his hand in Scott's, Scott rubbing Mitch's ring finger lovingly. 

Mitch then pulled his hand back to continue eating, pushing the plate away when he was done. He stood up, holding onto the ends of his blanket tightly as he walked over to the opposite side of the table, standing by Scott's side. Scott raised an eyebrow then scooted his chair back, Mitch plopping himself down on his lap and practically curling into a ball. 

Scott smiled, wrapping an arm around Mitch's waist and finished his food. He stood up with Mitch in his arms and carried him back to the couch, dropping him on the cushions then pounced on top of him, Mitch giggling when Scott kissed his neck. 

Scott pushed himself up on his hands, staring down at Mitch with glossy eyes and a soft smile. "I love you so much, Mitch." He whispered. 

Mitch blushed and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck, pulling him down and pushing him against the back of the couch to cuddle up to him. "I love you too, Scott." He felt Scott trying to get up and he whined lowly. "No... Don't leave." 

"Hold on, love. I don't want to ruin the prosthetic, let me take it off." Scott pushed himself up and went to take off his leg but heard his phone ringing upstairs. 

Mitch pouted when Scott stood up and he grabbed his wrist before he left. "Can I have a kiss?" Scott leaned down and kissed Mitch gently before hurrying upstairs. 

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"Mitch? Will you come upstairs please?" Mitch rolled off the bed and headed up the stairs, meeting Scott in the hallway.

"Yes, sir?"

"I have to go somewhere really quick, love," Scott said and handed Mitch a shirt. "You can come if you'd like but it's military business." 

"Oh, is everything alright?" Mitch asked, setting his blanket on the stair hallway to pull on the shirt. 

"I'm not too sure, they just told me to go to the nearby military base. Are you coming?" Scott asked, turning to go back to his room to find his military outfit in the closet. 

"I don't want to be alone today, I'll come. Can I take a quick shower? I still smell like sex." Mitch asked, stepping forward into the room. Scott came out of his walk-in closet and froze, raising his arm and sniffing himself. 

"Ugh... We both smell like sex. My balls hurt at the thought of what happened last night." Mitch chuckled and stepped out of the room to hurry to his own. 

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"Beau?" Scott whispered. "W-What do you mean he's missing?" 

"I can't explain it, Hoying. Right after the enemy retreated and we covered the ground, Sloane was nowhere to be seen. We sent out wolves and several of our soldiers to look for him in a two-mile radius, we found nothing. You were the last one who talked to him, we figured he would've told you something." 

"No, he didn't say anything and the last time we talked was right before I left. Was he still assigned to the Wolves when I left?' 

"Not that I know of, Hoying. I wasn't in charge of assigning positions. I just headcount." Scott huffed and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him and seeing Mitch reading a magazine in the hallway. Mitch looked up and set down the magazine on the small table by his chair and stood up. 

"Are you okay, Alpha?" Mitch asked, reaching for Scott's hand. Scott pulled his hand back but saw Mitch's look, deja vu smacking him across the face instantly. He regretted what he did and grasped Mitch's hand tightly. 

"I'm sorry, love," Scott said, leading Mitch out of the building and over to the Uber who just pulled up to the lot. "After you." 

Mitch got into the car and Scott followed suit, then cuddled up to Scott's side, their hands linking together. Scott's fingers rubbed Mitch's engagement ring. Mitch knew Scott was hurting; he could feel it. He wanted to ask the blond what had happened but decided against it, just leaned his head on his Alpha's shoulder and napped for the car ride back home. 

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