Page 224 of Omega's Heart

Another picture showed the front of the house, and then a few shots of the inside, including the baby’s bedroom. One last one was of four rather lonely looking trees, no more than knee-high, in the middle of an empty stretch of grass. Those must have been the trees he’d mentioned.

That was it, though—it wasn’t a long email.

What could I write back? I scratched Hunter’s ears for a moment in thought, then picked up my phone again.

Hi! I’m glad you remembered me. The house looks nice. Kaden will be jealous of the yard,

ours is the usual pack sized one. We’ve got furniture now for all the public rooms, but only

our bedroom and the baby’s room. Kaden spent a bunch of money on our bathroom and I

love it (and him!) for it!

The bathroom! I had to show him the bathroom. I rolled out of bed with the phone and tried to get a good picture of the tub and the shower, the strolled around the house taking pictures, ending up in the baby’s room with its half-finished mural of puppies playing in a wide field on the wall.

No baby here yet, but Bram (our nurse) tells me soon. The senator is keeping Kaden in the

local office now, in case I go into labor. But it’s a relative thing, he’s been in Washington

half of the time. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I mated a politician. Do you

like the mural? One of the other omegas did it for us. He’s so good at anything artistic, he

even has a children’s book out. Well, he did the drawings, Ori wrote the story part. I’ll find

out the name and send it to you if you want.

Did I say something about Holland? And Veronica? I thought I should, if only so he could keep up his cover story.

Kaden’s mother has been here the past couple of weeks. I won’t say it’s been easy, but I

think she’s trying. Old wolves, though. It’s hard to get her not to treat us like Salma

omegas. She and Holland are fighting again because Holland hasn’t been here much now

that Green Moon has officially gotten their Mutch trust and Quin is picking up some of

Holland’s unfinished work. I think the humans scare her a little, but I know that out Salma

way there’s been incidents and a few shifters killed because they got cornered. I guess I can

understand a little why she has trouble believing that they might mean us well. On the

bright side, with Holland so busy with Green Moon, she’s helping out with getting the new

omegas who’ve moved here from Buffalo Gap settled in. (I’ll admit I was surprised, but

she’s very efficient when you put her in charge of something. Just don’t get in her way.

Which makes me wonder—is her problem with Holland that he’s omega, or that he’s too

much like her? I’m going to have to think about that.)

How’s your mother? Have you sent her any pictures of the baby yet? If you need

pictures from around Mercy Hills, let me know and I’ll take some for you.

What else could I talk about? I didn’t really know him well enough. In the end, I threw in my recipe for Kaden’s favorite peanut butter cookies and another for a diaper rash cream that was guaranteed by everyone I knew to keep a baby’s bum a clear as the day it was born. And then I signed it “Your friend, Felix” and pressed Send.