Page 47 of A Very Oceanport Christmas

"Two bologna sandwiches," I called after him. He shook his head at me, but didn't protest. I smiled and checked on my baby. Still sleeping.

Something on the table next to ours caught my sight from the corner of my eyes.

Whoever had eaten there had left a newspaper behind. Sweet. I grabbed it.

To be honest, I didn't really enjoy reading the newspaper, but David did. And besides, it was something to look at while I waited. I flipped through the pages, skimming more than reading, until my attention snapped to one of the pictures on page four. It was a picture of three guys around my age that looked vaguely familiar. The headline read:College Students Faced with Sexual Assault Charges.

My mouth went dry.

Were these...?

My eyes scanned the faces in the picture, then flew over the lines of writing below. They'd attended the same school as me, and they'd assaulted some poor omega at a party the same way they'd...

I swallowed hard, reading their names. I'd never known their names before, but I was sure it was them, and I didn't know what to feel. Shock, anger, disgust?

I felt all of that.

But I felt relief too.

At least these sickos had to pay for their crimes now, even if it wasn't me who'd brought them to justice.

I glanced at the line in front. David was paying for our food now.

Making a snap decision, I folded the newspaper back up and placed it where I'd found it. No need to get David all worked up about this on his special day. Hell, no need for him to get worked up about this ever. Those guys in the newspaper? They were nothing to me now. They sure as hell weren't my baby's dad. My baby's dad was getting me a sandwich--two sandwiches.

Because he was the best.

He came back to our table, laying the food down in front of me. It smelled heavenly.

"Did I get your order right?" David asked.

"Completely right," I said with a smile. I didn't even have to force it.

David made me happy. Every day.

He was everything I'd ever asked for.

The End