Barreling Through Road Blocks by Shea Balik

Author:Shea Balik [Balik, Shea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-09T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

As if he could sense Soren was there, Cillian looked up from his charting and watched his lover walk toward him. The smile that came to his face used to irritate Cillian. Actually, he’d hated it because it caused his heart to speed up and his hands to sweat. But that was before Cillian had come to realize Soren had been right, they belonged together.

He hadn’t had the guts to tell Soren he loved him yet, but Cillian couldn’t deny it to himself any longer. He’d fought it in the beginning, tried to stop the feelings from growing, but it hadn’t worked.

Was it too soon? To Cillian, it was. Still, none of that mattered, for it was what he felt.

“Good morning, brat,” Soren said as he leaned down and their lips met for a soft, albeit brief, kiss.

Cillian scowled at Soren. “Is there any reason you’re calling the Omega who is carrying your child a brat?”

All that did was make Soren chuckle. “Because you are a brat.” Then he leaned down for another kiss as if he were trying to take the sting of the word away. “But you’re my brat and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

His heart melted, which was annoying. He was being called a brat. Just because Soren told him he liked Cillian the way he was, shouldn’t make that better. Yet… it was hard to deny the warmth that filled him when Soren said it.

“Are you ready to leave?” Soren asked.

Cillian shook his head. “It was a busy night. I have at least another thirty minutes of charting.”

Soren’s frown was unusual. He’d never minded waiting before. “Is there something wrong?” Cillian asked him.

“I’m supposed to meet Dr. Mitchel at Judy’s house in an hour. I was hoping to take you home first.” Soren glanced at the time on his phone as if that was going to change something.

“No problem,” Cillian assured him. “I can either get a ride home, or I can come with you.”

That didn’t seem to make Soren any happier about the situation. Not wanting him to be hovering, Cillian asked for a favor. “I’m actually pretty hungry. Can you go get me some food from the cafeteria?”

Soren kissed him again. “Anything for you, brat.”

Cillian tried to scowl at the man, but Soren had already started walking away.

Engrossed in finishing up, Cillian ignored everything around him. It wasn’t until he heard Soren’s panicked voice that he even looked up from his laptop.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Soren rushed to his side and started running his hands over Cillian as if searching for a wound.

“Huh?” Cillian was confused until he noticed a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye.

Flowers.

“Please tell me those are for a patient and not me?” Cillian pleaded even though he knew it would do no good.

“Fuck,” he heard Brace say. “I’ll call Jamal.”

“Thanks,” Soren told the head of emergency medicine. “And tell him to bring down the recruits. Maybe they’ll be able to come up with ideas we haven’t thought about before.

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