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With that, I leave the office, opting for the stairs in case the elevator takes forever to come and Rome tries to stop me to tell me to my face I’m fired. Ugh! What a shitty day this has been.
Pushing through the stairwell exit, I march towards the main office door, ready to get the fuck out of here.
Brandon. I’ll go to Brandon. He and Mason are off today. I can play with Zane, cry on my best friend’s shoulder, and we can get drunk. Very, very drunk.
“Wait!” I hear behind me just as I shove through the entrance of our building. The one time the elevator isn’t slow is when Rome needs to catch up with me. Just my luck.
Against my better judgment, I stop walking and tap my foot, arms crossed.
“I’m sorry, Benjamin. I didn’t know,” he says when he stops in front of me.
“Of course, you didn’t,” I say through clenched teeth. “Because you didn’t fucking ask! I am done talking about it. I’m going home.” I start to stalk off when he grabs my arm, stopping me. I snatch my arm away, turning around to glare at him. “What now?”
“Benjamin. We’re mates. We both know it.” My eyes slam shut, tears swimming behind my lids and I fight like hell to keep them at bay. Not yet. I’m so close to Brandon and not breaking down. I need to get away.
“That doesn’t matter. Not today.”
Rome looks around, then steps closer to me. “About what happened two weeks ago—”
I cut him off. “Nope. No. We will not talk about that because it’s not going to happen again.” My heart twists, every instinct I have telling me to jump into my mate’s arms so he can soothe me. It’s not fair to him, so I hold myself back.
“Why? We need to talk about it, Benjamin. It’skillingme.” I feel for him, I really do because it’s killing me too.
“I can’t give you what you need!” I shout, causing more than a few eyes to land on us. Rome doesn’t look embarrassed, his gaze fixed on me. “I have Weylet’s Syndrome, Rome. I can’t go through talking about it right now. It’s too much. I just … I can’t.” My shoulders sag under the weight of what I’m saying. “If you want babies, I can’t have any and it’s not fair to either of us. I can’t do this right now.”
Turning quickly, I walk off, but his words stop me for a moment. “I’ll call you tonight. We need to talk.” With no fight left, I nod, then leave the building, heading to my best friend where I can finally let myself cry.
I knock on the farmhouse door, smiling when I hear a roar from Mason, followed by a baby giggle from Zane. My eyes sting as the tears brim and I knock again, wanting to be inside before I lose my shit.
When I hear movement, I plaster on a smile as Brandon opens the door.
My best friend knows me so well. His smile drops and he holds his arms out to me. That simple action opens the flood gates and I start bawling before I can stop myself.
“It’s okay, Benji. Come on, let’s get you inside.” He walks me over to the couch and we sit, with my head on his shoulder. “Shhh … it’s okay. I’m here, okay? I’m here.”
I nod, still crying on his shoulder, the sobs hurting my chest from their intensity. Hot tears glide down my face, pooling under my cheek. Brandon doesn’t seem to mind, just rubbing my hair and whispering softly to me.
It takes a while, but my tears finally dry and I lift my head from Brandon’s slender shoulder. He reaches up to wipe my eyes and I smile softly at him. A few shuddering breaths still rack my body and Brandon rubs my arms.
“Need to lie down? I can rub your hair while you tell me what’s wrong.”
Again, I nod, slide my shoes off and tuck my feet onto the couch and put my head in Brandon’s lap. He runs his fingers through my curls, mussing them a bit, making me grin a little.
I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in my hair before I have to break my own heart and tell Brandon about my day. To avoid it for a moment longer, I ask, “Where did Mason and Zane go?”
“To Zane’s room. Mason wanted to give us some privacy.”
Mason is such a good alpha. So kind and considerate. Brandon is a lucky omega.
He rubs my hair a moment longer, then asks, “Ready to talk now?”
Breathing a sigh, I tell Brandon about my shitty day. Starting with the bad news from the doctor, followed up by meeting the child that said he ran away so he wouldn’t be molested by a drug dealer. Then follow up with Rome yelling at me after I reasoned that he deserved to know why he was being kept at arm’s length. Then I finished up with me losing my shit in front of our office building, yelling that I couldn’t give him what he needed.
I chuckle darkly. “It was the shittiest day of my life, Brandon. That kid. Gods, I shouldn’t have left. Fucking trash was more important than getting down to what we could do to make sure he’s safe. I feel like a fucking failure.”
“Hush with that, Benji. You’re not a failure. You didn’t know he would bolt on you. I think you’ll see him again.”
“What if I don’t? What if he gets hurt?” My eyes well again, wondering why I didn’t do more. I was so up in my head that I didn’t even think about pushing harder for him to come with me. He’s a child. Children can’t make decisions on whether they should be alone or not. And I think I’m ready to be a father? I scoff, which makes me tear up and start bawling all over again.
