Trust Me Omega: Poppy Field Mpreg Series, #9

By Beau Brown

Omega Skye Miller dislikes attachments. Playing the field, and moving from town to town is what makes him feel secure. When the alpha he's casually seeing dies in a tragic accident, and a month later he discovers he's pregnant, he has little choice other than to turn to his big brother, Cal, for help. Unfortunately, Cal lives in the small town of Poppy Field, and Skye's not a fan of small towns. But since Skye is pregnant and unclaimed, he has to at least try and put the baby's needs first.

Alpha Oliver Dahling is a closeted bisexual who also loves playing the field. He's not ashamed of his sexuality, but he doesn't relish the razzing his fellow officers would give him if he let them know he's bisexual. He's never met anyone who made going through that hassle worth it. Not until he meets Skye.

When the two connect, there are immediate fireworks. Unfortunately, Skye has been burned by confused alphas in the past, and he's not sure he wants to go down that road again. But the two men are so attracted to each other, they keep falling into bed together, even though they aren't sure they should.

Their journey toward happy-ever-after is bumpy when misunderstandings, and circumstances beyond their control mess things up. Will Skye allow his painful memories to control him forever, or can he learn to trust Oliver, who still seems to have one foot in the closet?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beau Brown
• Release date: Jul 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201067113

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Chapter One

Skye

Poppy Field was even smaller than I’d imagined. It was hot and dusty as I got off the bus, and I started second guessing even coming to this town. I might have even been tempted to climb back on the bus, if I hadn’t seen my brother Cal striding toward me in his police uniform. While I hadn’t seen him in five years, he looked pretty much the same. Maybe his blond hair was shorter, and he looked a bit older, but mostly he just looked like Cal.

You’re awfully skinny to be pregnant, he said, as he pulled me in for a hug.

I laughed against his broad shoulder, a little embarrassed he was hugging me in public. When he released me, I straightened, and looked around uneasily. Tone it down, bro. People will know we’re related.

He frowned. That’s a problem?

I’m only thinking of you. I smirked. You’re respectable now, don’t want to associate with the likes of me.

He rolled his eyes. Be quiet. He glanced at the suitcases that the driver was unpacking from the cargo area under the bus. Which one is yours?

The one with all the stickers on it. I was quite proud of the fact I’d traveled to ten countries in the last five years. I’d always preferred moving around to staying in one place, until I’d gotten pregnant. Traveling when you were knocked up was a drag. This baby was already ruining my life, and it wasn’t even here yet.

Cal grabbed my bag, and then he returned to me. My car is across the street.

I followed him from the busy bus station, having to walk fast to keep up. He had longer legs than me, and I was seven months pregnant. I was huffing and puffing by the time he stopped next to a white pickup. He tossed my bag in the back, and the truck beeped as he unlocked the vehicle. I opened the door, and slid in, wincing at how hot it was inside the cab.

He started the engine and turned on the air, but what came out of the vents was still warm. It’ll cool down in a sec. He backed out of the parking space, and pulled onto the road. He shot me a couple of curious glances as we drove in silence, and then he finally said. I’m sorry to hear about Dan’s death. From what I heard he was a good alpha, and a great cop.

Yeah. He was the best.

I stared out the window, watching the little shops and restaurants as we passed. I’d never lived in a small town before, preferring the buzz of the city. Life here would probably be as dull as dirt if I didn’t do my best to make it fun. Not that finding guys to have fun with would be easy in my condition. A lot of alphas weren’t into sex with pregnant omegas. Even their own.

I wasn’t sure you were going to ever actually show up. You put it off so many times.

I know. Things kept coming up. Mostly, I just hadn’t wanted to make the move. But once my stomach grew big, and I began to take less shifts at work because I tired so easily, I’d decided I couldn’t postpone the inevitable any longer.

Of course, to be honest, I was surprised you called and wanted to come and stay at all. His voice was tentative.

I didn’t feel like I had much choice.

How flattering. He laughed.

I grimaced. "I don’t mean it like that. Of course it’s great to see you, and I’m grateful you’re willing to help me with the baby. I really am. But let’s face it, with Mom and Dad gone, you’re the only person who could help me. An inconvenience of this magnitude can only be pushed on family."

I’m happy to help.

I believed him. Cal had always been the responsible one. That’s probably why he’d become a cop. Protect and serve was in his DNA. You always were the good son.

Don’t say that shit, Skye. I hate it when you put us in boxes like that. Neither one of us is good or bad. We’re just doing our best.

I sighed, rubbing my round belly. Even when I think I have things figured out, they go to shit.

Dan’s death was a tragedy. But you’ll get through this. I’ll see to it you do. He turned down a tree lined street, and after a few minutes, parked in the driveway of a white one story home. The front yard had pink and yellow roses, and the lawn was green and trimmed. It looked just like I’d imagined Cal’s place would look; orderly.

I got out of the truck, and Cal grabbed my case out of the back before I could. I frowned. I’m not handicapped. I’m just pregnant.

I know. But you just had a really long trip. He moved up the brick walkway to the front porch.

I followed, inhaling the sweet fragrant roses. I knew your house would be like this.

He frowned. Meaning what?

Just that I knew it would be perfect. I waved toward the yard. Looks like every blade of grass is the exact same length.

He sighed without responding, and opened the door. Come on in. It’s cooler in here.

I moved past him, groaning with pleasure at the obvious chill of air conditioning. I was afraid maybe you wouldn’t have air conditioning.

He pulled his brows together. Why wouldn’t I? This is the desert.

I shrugged and turned my attention to his home. The living room was cozy, two blue couches and an older TV inside a cabinet. Book shelves lined the far wall, and I was willing to bet they were stuffed full of detective mysteries. Cal had always loved reading mysteries. This is cute.

Cute? He arched one brow.

I should have said cozy. I smiled.

He carried my case past me. Follow me, I’ll show you your room.

I trailed after him, and followed him into a nice sized room with two big windows. There was a queen sized bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a tall dresser across the room. It wasn’t fancy, but it would do the trick. I hope my being here doesn’t cramp your style.

He laughed. Nah.

I studied him. Are you seeing anyone?

He shook his head. Nope. I work such long hours; it can be hard to find a girl who understands.

Sure. Plus it’s hard meeting people you click with.

That too. He nodded. Are you hungry?

I was always hungry, but I didn’t want to be a bother when I’d literally just arrived. I’m good. I had a salad at a rest stop about an hour ago.

A salad? That’s what rabbits eat, not pregnant omegas. Why don’t you change your clothes, and then join me in the kitchen? I’ll make you one of my famous grilled cheese sandwiches.

My mouth instantly watered and I perked up. Sounds great.

His lips twitched. See you in a bit. He left, closing the door behind him.

I sat on the bed and exhaled a long, tired breath. I was usually pretty good at keeping my depressing thoughts away, but today I was struggling. It was probably because my life was about to change a lot. I was worried about so many things, and also still grieving the loss of Dan. I had a job as a bartender lined up already at a local bar, Cal had called in a favor to get me hired. I knew I was lucky to have Cal looking out for me, but it was hard not to resent the fact that I needed help. I liked being independent, and that was almost impossible when you were pregnant.

I forced myself to get up and change, and then I went out into the kitchen. Cal was at the stove grilling the sandwiches, whistling cheerfully. I smiled as I watched him, grateful to have him as my brother. No matter how many years passed, I never doubted that when I next saw Cal, he’d be the same.

He scooped the sandwiches onto plates, and set them on the table. Milk? he asked.

Sure. I sat in a chair, and inhaled the buttery goodness of the food in front of me. You always did make the best damn grilled cheese sandwiches.

He grinned as he went to the fridge. That and lasagna. The only two things I can really cook.

That’s two more things than I can cook. I took a bite of the sandwich, wincing because it was hot.

He set a glass of cold milk in front of me, then he sat across the table. He dug into his sandwich, apparently not minding that it was as hot as the sun. After a few minutes, he stopped eating, and studied me. I knew he probably had a lot of questions, but I didn’t feel like volunteering anything.

He cleared his throat. So, was Dan going to claim you?

I grimaced. I’m sure he would have offered, but he died before he even knew I was pregnant.

Would you have wanted that?

I hesitated. I really liked Dan.

That’s not what I asked.

Bastard always was good at pinning me down.

I’m not sure. Things were great, but we hadn’t known each other that long. It seems like if you’re going to spend your life with someone, you should know them.

I agree. But being alone and pregnant isn’t a good situation.

That’s why I’m here in Poppy Field.

He narrowed his eyes. Give it a chance, Skye.

I am.

I hope that’s true. I know how you can be sometimes. You make up your mind before you have all the facts.

I held my irritation at bay, knowing he was just worried about me. I’m not going to get bored and bolt, if that’s what you’re worried about.

Good. You do sometimes like to run from the hard things.

I touched my stomach. I can’t run from this.

No. You can’t. He stood, and scraped back his chair. He reached in his pocket, and then set a brass key on the table. I had a spare made for you. I have to get back to the station. Make yourself at home. I’m pulling a double, so I won’t be back till tomorrow morning.

Oh. I frowned. I didn’t realize you had to go back to work.

Yeah, I just grabbed you on my lunch break. He smiled. It’s good to have you here, Skye. I mean it.

Thanks. A lump formed in my throat. Appreciate you always being there for me.

He walked by, and ruffled my hair. Of course, baby brother. I’ll always have your back.

After Cal left, I rinsed our plates, and went into the living room. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I’d expected to spend my first day here with my brother. Of course, it should have occurred to me that he had a job, and couldn’t just drop everything because I’d suddenly decided to come to town. I grabbed a book and settled on the couch. The house was silent as a church, and I had trouble concentrating on the book. I gave up on that, and tried to watch TV, but there wasn’t anything that caught my interest.

Feeling restless, I stood and paced around the house for a while. I peered out the front window, noticing the sun was lower in the sky. It was probably cooler since it was late afternoon. I decided I’d explore the street Cal lived on, and maybe a bit of the town if it wasn’t too long of a walk. I let myself out of the house, and set off down the quiet street.

Cal’s neighborhood could have been set in Mayberry it was so perfect. Everybody’s lawns were immaculate, and the warm afternoon air was drenched with the scent of flowers. Cal and I had grown up in the city, but he’d always been drawn to small towns. He’d gone to college in a small town, while I’d chosen to go to a bigger city for my two years of higher education. He’d settled down and focused on his law enforcement career, and I’d started traveling, never staying in one place too long. I’d been in Italy when my parents died. I’d never forget the guilt at hearing that horrible news from Cal, while sipping Tuscan wines in the scenic village of Chianti Fiorentino.

Cal had never understood my need to keep moving, and my aversion to forming attachments. My desire to remain free had developed during high school. During those formative years there had been a particular alpha who had warped me emotionally. I’d been an insecure, sensitive kid, and Robert King had been a dark hair, dark eyed god. He was the star quarterback, school president, and valedictorian. He’d been the thing a gay teenage boys wet dreams were made of, and he’d been really into me.

So long as no one else was around.

Robert had used me, and strung me along the last two years of high school. I’d been so infatuated with him, his words had been like nectar to a humming bird. I’d been gullible, and eager. He’d seduced me easily, and reeled me in like a gaping trout. I’d actually believed he loved me, and it had taken him rejecting and mocking me in front of the school, to finally get through to me that he didn’t actually care about me.

His betrayal had cut me deep. I’d found it almost impossible to form healthy romantic relationships after that. As much as I’d cared for Dan, I hadn’t trusted him. If he’d lived, I assumed he’d have probably let me down at some point. That was just what alphas did. I wasn’t even

Reviews for Trust Me Omega

[L'eau · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Another sweet story, but all of my comments on the previous ones still apply.