“It’s a beautiful name, and I’d be proud for her to have it.” I looked at Colt, who nodded, smiling.
“I think that’s a fantastic name for our daughter.”
“You choose her middle name,” I said.
Colt seemed to think about it. “Is my mother’s name okay?”
“Sorry, I forgot what it was,” I said regretfully.
“It’s June,” Angus said. “Lucy June…I really like that.”
I let out a squeal. Looking down at our daughter, so tiny and sweet, I said, “Hello, Lucy June. Meet your daddies.” Bending, I kissed her soft, downy head.
Chapter thirty-one
Angus
Amonth passed with a lot of snow. Ben, David, and Trey were miserable because they couldn’t see the other omegas, but one good thing happened: Jackson, Carter, and the girls arrived for good. They would stay with us until they could find their own place. With Bertram, Trey, and the baby staying with us, too, we were a full house.
We’d already had a visit from the government, who completely lost interest when they saw our baby was a girl. They insisted on checking out little Bertie and Ollie while they were there but found no signs that they could claim meant they were omegas, so the fuckers had left. Good Riddance.
Colt, Maddox, and I had had several late-night talks about improving things on the ranch. Not only the expansion we’d talked about before, but finding a way to keep our omegas close to one another and, most importantly, safe. Our talk with Kristopher and Jermaine Gatlin had underscored the need to keep the wholeomegax thing under wraps, or risk Elliott and Ben being targeted. We were all frustrated over nothaving enough information, but all we could do was continue researching.
I’d been doggedly readingThe Omega Dilemma. Dr. Mandrake didn’t mention any subsets of omegas in it, but I hoped to find some other helpful tidbit. On a recent phone call with Jackson’s father, Carter asked him to contact the man and request an interview.
I was sitting in the rocking chair in my living area when David shouted from the other side of the house.
“The snow plow’s coming through!” A couple of minutes later, my phone rang, and Laura’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hello, Laura,” I answered.
“Angus, the plow’s coming through. Please bring Ben, Trey, Jackson, and David over here as soon as you can get out.”
I chuckled. “Your group driving you up the wall?”
“Oh, yes. It’s been rough.”
“Here, too. We would’ve come even if you hadn’t called. Works out well because Maddox, Colt, and I have some things to discuss as a group.”
“Great, then. Come around five. Eric and I will cook a monster meal.”
Still smiling, I went to find the omegas to tell them they could stop mooning around because we were going to see their friends.
***
After a huge meal of potato soup, French bread, chicken casserole, and three kinds of pie, we all sat in the large living room at the Borders’ ranch. Unsurprisingly, all the omegas, which now numbered twelve due to Nova’s thirteen-year-old nephew, Dawson, having moved in, were piled together onto the long couch, while the rest of us used the chairs. The babies weresleeping peacefully in the new nursery, and Kate and Jeremiah were in their room playing.
After having eaten with us, the three therapists, Gail, Ace, and Dallas, announced they were headed to their cabins.
“Be careful—stay on the covered path,” Nova reminded them.
“We will,” Gail said cheerfully. Turning to me and Colt, she said, “Thank you again for the interview you did for me. It really rounded out my dissertation.”
“You’re very welcome,” Colt told her.
I’d found the interview a little awkward and wasn’t sure what Gail could have possibly gotten out of it, but if she thought it helped, I was glad for it.
“That was a delicious meal,” Colt said, patting his flat stomach like it was bloated or something.