The Omegas 2

Talking

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Luke asked. I smiled, rolling my eyes. 

"For about the hundredth time, I'm fine, Alpha." That seemed to knock a little sense into him. I used his more formal name. He knew I was serious. 

"Okay," he replied, arms wrapping around my waist. "As long as you're okay." I smiled and leaned against him, closing my eyes. I really did love my Alpha. He'd helped me through so much. However, I wasn't over Tony and Loki yet, and it was kind of hard to see them again. "You're thinking about them again, aren't you?" Luke asked, after a moment. I sighed. 

"I'm sorry." He kissed the top of my head. 

"Don't be. Loki was your Alpha and you loved Tony. I would never expect you to just get over it. But Loki and I did talk yesterday and he suggested that maybe, instead of an Alpha and an Omega, we could have two Alphas and two Omegas." I looked back at him. 

"Really?" He nodded. 

"That's what he said." I looked down at Luke's chest, avoiding his eyes. 

"What did you say about it?" 

"Well, I said, I'd have to talk to you about it, but if you said yes, we could make it work." He gently pulled my head up to kiss me. "They care about you, I can see it. I want you to be as happy and cared for as possible. Even if that means sharing you. I'll happily do it." I smiled. 

"Thanks, Luke." He kissed me again. 

"Let's get talk to them." Crap. Now, we actually had to talk to them. 

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Luke squeezed my hand reassuringly as we walked downstairs in the tower. Tony had invited us to stay since we'd just gotten back from Tartarus and didn't have anywhere else to live as Mom and Paul were just moving to a new house and barely had room for them to sleep. So, we accepted the offer and had been staying for about two weeks. 

Luke pulled me over to the couch across from Loki and Tony and pushed me to sit down before sitting beside me. I shot him a look. The shoving was unnecessary. 

"What?" he replied. "How would I know if you actually would've sat down and stayed had I not pushed you?" 

"You're annoying." Luke looked back at them, but I didn't. 

"We discussed the conversation we had earlier," he told Loki, who nodded. 

"As did we." Luke glanced back at me. I gave him a look. 

"We decided we were okay with it." 

"We did, too," Tony replied. "But Percy doesn't look so sure of this." Luke looked back at me again. I gave him a demanding look. What did he want? He titled his head slightly towards the others. I glanced back to see them both looking back at me. I looked back down at the couch. 

"Percy," Luke said, softly. 

"It's gonna take time," I said, quietly. They waited patiently. I didn't say anything else. 

"For what?" Tony pressed. I sighed. 

"To be okay with what happened before I left. Between all of us." 

"That was a long time ago," Sam said, casually walking into the room. I glared up at him. He held his hands up and left the room. I sighed again, resting my head on the back of the couch. Tartarus had really affected me. I was still trying to get over what happened and I would be for a long time, I knew that. I needed time. For a lot of things. 

"Well, then, we'll just have to work to regain your trust," Loki stated. "I think of speak for both of us when I say I know it's worth it." I glanced back at him again. He looked sincere. I looked back at Luke. He offered me a small, reassuring smile. I sighed again, looking down at my hands. 

"Okay." Luke took one of my hands, giving it a small squeeze. He pressed a kiss to it. 

"Thank you, Percy," Tony said. I looked at him. And, for a moment, I saw my friend from when we were kids. But then, it was him again. And I still loved him, and it had hurt when Loki had growled at me over him because I'd asked Loki to court him in the first place. 

"Mommy!" Sierra called, running down the stairs. (I changed it in this chapter and in the last, so that they're going to call Percy their mom because he had them.) She ran over to me and practically jumped on top of me. I sat up, situating her in my lap. She smiled, looking up at me. "Can I go with Peter and Harley to the park?" she asked. The two younger teenagers were standing in the doorway, hands interlocked. 

"We'll watch her carefully," Peter promised. I looked down at Sierra. 

"Why don't you stop by at Grandma and Grandpa's and see if Estelle can play, too, if that's okay." Harley nodded. 

"Of course." 

"Yay!" Sierra squealed. "Thank you, Mommy." She kissed my cheek and then ran off with Peter and Harley. If this worked out, Sierra and Alex would grow up with four parents. That was... comforting. They would have help whenever they needed it. 

Maybe, this would work out. Hopefully. 

There you go. I'm sorry it took so long. It took me a long time to figure out what to write, but I have an idea now, so I should be able to actually continue this. Thank you for sticking through with me.