Page 60 of Galaxy Between Us

I don’t know what to say. I shouldn’t feel as bad as I do for either of them, but my pregnancy has been such a gift. I would never wish for them to not experience this for themselves.

“Maybe remind him that he can be asleep for the entire extraction process? No need to sweat profusely and scream in agony like I probably will.”

Chet nods sharply and takes off with a look of determination. I didn’t mean right this second, but I guess he took it that way. Not my circus, not my monkies. Blowing out a breath, I continue to Knox’s office.

“He’s in a meeting until four,” Gomez tells me in passing.

I nod and thank him before letting myself into his office. I’m stunned to see pineapple juice already sitting on the drink counter for me. How the hell did he know? Can he sense my cravings?

It’s fresh and cold, too!

I only meant to take a short break on the sofa, but the quiet room and delicious beverage quickly send me to sleep in the dimly lit space. Relaxation is heavy in each limb, allowing me to drift off deeply within seconds.

“Baby, wake up,” Knox’s voice sounds like it’s in front of me.

I jolt awake, looking around the room only to find it as empty as when I came in.

“Knox?” I call out anyway. With concentration, I focus on our bond, not sensing anything. He’s still preoccupied in his meeting.

That was weird. Very weird. It was like he’d whispered right to my ear. As if he knew I needed to be somewhere within a few minutes and that I don’t have time for a nap.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I get up and leave, pausing by Gomez on my way.

“Hey, quick question. And be honest.”

“Of course. What is it?”

“Does Knox have cameras in his office?” I whisper, glancing around for any hidden contraptions that might be spying on us. Gomez’s eyebrows pinch together.

“No, not that I know of.”

“Alright… Thanks.”

He sounds sincere so maybe I am just sleep-deprived. Without further explanation, I head back down to the Omegas who are just beginning to walk to their departments when I arrive.

Within a few hours, I’ve got my crew settled onto the production floor, introducing each of them to the various stations where they’ll be operating.

I notice that one of my operators is mated with a mark on his neck that appears to be healing still, indicating that it’s fresh. He’s learning fast, already fitting glass panels into the metal pendants for whichever space craft they’ll be a part of. He moves with careful precision and inspects his work with a keen eye under the microscope.

I greet him with a friendly smile, unsure if I’m breaking conduct with what I’m about to ask.

“Hi, there. Mateo, right?”

“That’s me,” he pushes up his safety glasses with a shy but friendly smile.

“I noticed you’re recently mated like I am. Could I ask you something Omega to Omega?”

“Of course. I love talking about my Alpha.”

We share a light laugh, and I keep my volume between the two of us when I speak.

“Does your bond allow you to…speak to each other? And like see what he’s doing when he’s not around?”

Unprepared for the odd question, Mateo thinks hard about it for a moment.

“Um, no. Not speak, but I can feel that he’s safe and happy. He’s probably eating lunch right about now or working out with his friends.” His smile widens as he focuses on his bond with his mate.

“Ah, okay. I was just curious about how much to expect our bond to develop. Thanks for your answer.”