The Stray Omega

Scrapbook

Scott tickled Mitch's Mark, the Omega looking up at the sudden touch. 

"Hey, what are you doing? That feels weird." Mitch shivered, grabbing Scott's hand and biting his finger. 

"Ow! I can't admire your Mark?" Scott pulled his hand back and set it on Mitch's waist, pulling him close. 

"No, you can't. That makes you a pervert." Mitch stuck his tongue out and stood up with Cody sleeping on his shoulder. 

Scott scoffed, mimicking Mitch's accent. "I would never!" Mitch laughed and he slipped his shoes on. 

"I'm going to put Cody to bed in my room, I'll be back." Scott waited for Mitch to leave and he opened the drawer in his bedside, picking out the large scrapbook and setting it on his lap. He flipped to a half-empty page and reached into the top drawer, taking a Polaroid picture out and staring at it. It was of him and Mitch on New Years, both of them smiling into a loving kiss. He grinned, putting the picture into a free slot. 

"That's cute." Mitch came back into the room and crawled onto the bed. 

"Yeah. I started it when I was thirteen. Can't believe I've never shown you. I did have to fish it out of storage. Here." Scott placed the book in Mitch's lap. "You can look through it, I'm going to get some water so I can take my pills." 

Mitch flipped through the pictures, smiling at them. He enjoyed seeing Scott smiling and happy with his friends. His eyebrows with up in interest when he saw pictures of Scott training in the military, still having his other leg. He had gotten used to the prosthetic he had nearly forgotten what it looked like for him to have both legs. 

Mitch flipped another page, his smile falling when he saw the next two pages filled with pages of his previous two Omega. One dedicated to Mason, the other to Mark. He wasn't jealous of the two but he was worried about Scott thinking back to what had happened. It always made him back away from his current Omega and distance himself. 

"What are you looking at over there? It's giving you forehead wrinkles." Scott went to the dresser and uncapped his pill bottles to down two of each with his water. He got back on the bed and he took in a short breath when he saw the page Mitch was staring at. 

"I'm sorry, this is invading your privacy?" Mitch asked, giving the book back to Scott quickly. 

"No, it's fine. No more secrets between us, remember?" Scott set the book on both fo their laps and pointed at one of the pictures. 

"Mason always complained about holiday pictures so I had to take them without him knowing." Scott smiled. 

"They're cute. Did you ever show them to him?" 

Scott sighed. "Never got the chance to. Mark, on the other hand, loved to be in the camera's view. There's another page behind that of just him. He put that in there himself." 

Mitch smiled, turning the page. "He's adorable. Would've loved to meet him." 

"Well, the date of when... you know... is coming up and I was actually planning on going to the cemetery. You don't have to come if it's too weird but... you're welcome to." 

"No, I'll come. You don't have to go through this alone, Alpha. I'm here for you." Mitch shut the book, leaning his head on Scott's shoulder and grabbing his hand with both of his. 

Scott turned his head, kissing Mitch's before holding his hand tightly. "I've been having dreams about both of them... Flashbacks of what happened those nights. Well, mostly Mark's because Mason's was so fuzzy but you get the point..." Scott sighed. 

"Is that why you've been waking up sweating so much even though it's always so cold?" Mitch asked, feeling Scott's head move up and down in a nod. Mitch turned halfway on his side, tucking himself under Scott's arm and holding him tightly. 

Scott smiled, resting his hand under Mitch's sweater, feeling his stretch marks on his stomach. 

"That tickles," Mitch mumbled. "And you know how I feel about my stretch marks." 

"Your marks are beautiful, Mitch. They remind me of you with a big belly, carrying our pups."

"That's the only good thing that came from those," Mitch mumbled, scooting closer to Scott and shutting his eyes. 

"Shush." Scott rested his cheek on Mitch's head, laughing to himself when Mitch mumbled angrily. 

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