Page 49 of Unforgettable Omega

Maybe someone had told him that was the protocol for one-night stands, or he thought that was what Drew wanted, but why would he? Shay knew that Drew had wanted him to stay, hadn’t he? And why was the man so damn surprised that Drew would look for him?

Drew realized that maybe there was just miscommunication between them that night. And he was mad at himself for not making it clearer to Shay. He should have. He was the one with experience.

But, that wasn't what was bugging him.

Drew was pretty certain that wasn’t what had him feeling like there was a song playing over and over in his head, but he couldn't think of the name. He felt like he had a fucking ear-worm and it was driving him batshit.

He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to figure out what it was that his brain was trying to tell him. Drew looked up at his ceiling, willing things to come into focus. He sat up in bed as Shay’s face from earlier, right before his parents showed up, flashed in his mind.

His house, Shay said something about his house. He’d said he wasn’t a fan of modern architecture, or glass and metal. Shay said he preferred this house to his other one.

But Drew’s house was a French-Normandy-style home custom built for him. He hadn’t lived in a modern house in a few years. Actually, he’d sold that house to be closer to Nickolas and Gray.

How would Shay have known he had moved?

Unless... unless… that would mean…

Shay looked for him. Shay would have needed to have looked for him, found out where he lived.

But why wouldn’t Shay tell him that?

Drew knew Shay was probably asleep, but he had to know. He had to know if Shay had come looking for him. Because if he had, then maybe Drew hadn’t imagined that night, what they meant to each other.

His brain tried to tell him it wouldn’t make a difference, all the time that had passed and the past couldn’t be changed. But, that didn’t stop Drew from getting out of bed, and going to the room that belonged… that Shay was sleeping in.

For some reason, saying that the room belonged to Shay felt wrong. It was stupid, not only because it was a guest room, but also because Shay didn’t live in his house, so it made no difference either way. But it did... to him, it did… because if ever Shay had a room in this home, it would be the master bedroom… Drew’s room... their room.

From the moment he ran into Shay again, Drew had been mad at him. Sure, the attraction won out, and he had grown enough to put all that aside for their child. However, even though the anger had dissipated, somewhat, he was hurt.

As an alpha, especially after all this time, he probably shouldn't admit that, but not admitting wouldn't make it any less true.

Drew could’t figure out why Shay had left him with no word. And when he found out about Andy, he was even more hurt, because if Shay had his child, and still didn’t feel the need to reach out, then it meant that the man he’d loved from the moment he’d laid eyes on him. The man he’d pined over––embarrassing as it was to admit, that was what Drew would call it. He’d pined over Shay, over what could have been. Wondering what if, and if the best thing in his life had slipped through his fingers. That man had never cared for him.

When Drew had found out about Andy, it gutted him, not just because of the time lost, but because, well, because it meant that Shay must have hated him.

It was one thing if Shay didn’t want to be with him, he could have accepted that. It was Shay’s right. But, keeping his child away felt like Shay hated him, and still feeling the way he did about the omega, and… yeah, Drew was man enough to admit it, he was more than just attracted to the omega.Waymore.

It gutted him to think that Shay despised him enough to keep their son away. Even prisoners were allowed to see their kids.

Drew’s hands were shaking as he reached for the doorknob of the room where Shay was sleeping. It occurred to him that when he opened the door, one way or another, he would know. He would know whether the love of his life didn't care about him, or if…

Drew couldn't figure what the other if was... or maybe he was just too scared to hope.

Drew opened the door to Shay’s room and walked in. He stood at the foot of the bed staring at Shay’s face, restful in sleep. He wasn’t sure if he’d made a sound or something, but Shay began waking up.

When he realized there was someone in the room, the moonlight from the drawn curtains giving them some light. Shay yelped, “Who, whoo…”

Before the omega could panic, Drew came around to the side and turned on the lamp.

“Holy crap, you scared the shit out of me,” Shay choked out. His hand was on his chest, and Drew could tell his breathing was erratic.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Drew stopped, and blurted, “You came looking for me too?”

Shay yawned, and stretched, before asking, “Sorry what?” He sat up in bed propping himself on the pillows.

“You came looking for me,” Drew repeated, “Earlier, you said, that you preferred this house, because you didn’t like modern architecture. You didn’t like metal and glass.” Drew took a deep breath before carrying on, “You had to have come to my house to know that. My old house, because I sold that home almost two and a half years ago. Which means you came looking for me at some point. But, you haven’t mentioned it, not once. I thought you hated…. I just wanna know why?” Drew shut his mouth and fixed his eyes on Shay…. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shay looked like a block of wood, with how still he was. When he opened his mouth to speak, the words that came out were the last thing Drew expected.