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  Around the time I expected, there was a knock on the door. My heart jumped out of my chest. He’d come by my house so many times, but tonight was different. This was a date. And that fact had me beside myself.

  “Hey there,” Jack said with a beautiful smile when I opened the door. He gave me a hug, squeezing me tight. Of course he was wearing a tailored suit that probably cost more money than I made in a week. I looked him up and down and turned to my own wardrobe.

  “I’m sorry. These are the best clothes I have,” I said with uncertainty, not knowing how fancy of a restaurant he was going to take me. Jack laughed and shrugged it off.

  “I know I look like a big shot on TV but I’m not actually the kind of guy that cares what my date is wearing.”

  “Okay, so I can go change into sweatpants and flip-flops then?” I joked.

  “Your feet will probably freeze off with how cold it is outside, but be my guest,” he joked back, not missing a beat of the banter. I really liked that about him- we had a similar sense of humor.

  Jack and I hopped in a car and he started driving. I realized we didn’t even discuss where we were going for the evening, but his lack of worry seemed to indicate he had at least somewhat of a plan.

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked.

  “I know a place,” he said. “It’s good food and they’ll keep things discreet. Just trust me.”

  “Okay.”

  We parked in a garage in downtown Chicago and walked a few blocks to…well, I’m not sure what. Jack led me down an alley and into a door at the back of a building that wasn’t marked. I stared at him skeptically as he held the door open for me, but he seemed as confident as ever. I had to trust that he knew what he was doing and wasn’t about to lead me to my murder.

  “Jack!” a jovial man exclaimed as he greeted us when we were inside. “And this is?” He reached out to shake my hand after hugging Jack.

  “Gavin,” we both said at the same time.

  “Jinx!” Jack joked. I playfully rolled my eyes. Jack turned his attention to the man. “How have things been, Eric?” he asked.

  “Business has never been better, thanks to your recommendations,” he said. The man, apparently named Eric, sat us in a private room behind the main dining room of the restaurant. Nobody else saw us. He gave us menus and left us alone.

  “I take it you know him?” I asked Jack.

  “Yeah, we go way back. A lot of the connections I have in the city- I’ve sent them here to eat. He’s run a great restaurant on word of mouth alone,” he said.

  “It must be good, then,” I replied.

  “It’s amazing. Their pizza is good- it’s not Chicago deep dish though. It’s more roman style. Their pasta, though, is to die for.”

  “Pasta it is, then,” I joked.

  Eric came back, we ordered food and drinks, and he left us alone for the rest of the time except to bring us our food. Just as Jack had promised, the pasta was delicious. I was impressed with his connections, and had to admit that the idea of dating such a prestigious man was quite appealing- until I remembered that we were on a secret date in the back room of some restaurant. Nevertheless, the date went well.

  “So tell me about your life. Friends? Family? I feel like I don’t know as much about you as I’d like,” he started.

  “Well, I don’t really have much of a family. My mom is an addict and my dad left us when I was really young,” I said. “I’ve been on my own for a while.”

  “Oh,” he said, clearly not expecting such a somber response. “I’m sorry to hear that. It must have been tough.” I tried to lighten the mood.

  “It was, but I’m in a good spot now. I have a decent group of omega friends that I go out with from time to time, I have my assistant, Christina, and I make enough money to support myself,” I said.

  “Good for you. You really are the American Dream, bootstraps and all.”

  “What about you?” I asked him. He paused for a minute.

  “Yeah. You know, I’m not gonna lie, I come from a pretty influential family. I hope that doesn’t make me sound like an ass,” he started.

  “That’s how it goes these days, right?” He nodded and brushed off my comment, salvaging a tiny bit of humility.

  “My dad was a congressman and then a lobbyist. He’s retired now. My mom was always a stay at home mom, raising myself and my brother. He’s now working as a political consultant for other members of my party in the state,” he said.

  “I’m jealous. I wish I had that life.”

  “I’m jealous of you,” Jack replied.

  “Really?”

  “Of course! Why do you think I spend so much time with you? It’s nice to be with someone who’s not just out to use you for your time or your influence or status,” he said. “And I don’t mean this as an insult, but it’s nice…to feel normal on occasion.”

  “No insult taken. I get it,” I said.

  Jack reached across the table and held my hand as a warm smile spread across his face. I was seeing his soft side for the first time, and it was the most adorable and endearing side of him I’d seen yet. When we were done with dinner, I was eager to get him home and get him into bed with me.

  When we arrived back at my house, Jack pulled me tight and kissed me ferociously as soon as the door was shut. My cock was hard and I was unbuttoning his shirt almost instantly. Damn, I want this man to fuck me. More than ever. Suddenly, though, both of us felt a vibration. We fumbled around, and it was coming from Jack’s pocket. He pulled out his phone and his eyes widened at the screen.

  “I have to take this,” he said.

  “Okay. No problem.” I could wait. I would have waited all night for him.

  Jack walked into the other room, and rather than it being a quick phone call, he was talking to whoever was on the end for several minutes. I couldn’t make out exactly what was happening, but it wasn’t good- there were elevated voices and tense moments of frustration. My stomach began to sink. Finally, the conversation ended and he re-emerged.

  “I’m sorry, I have to go,” he said.

  “I figured. When will I see you again?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I’ll be in touch as soon as I can.”

  He ran out the door. His response had me worried. Usually, he would say tomorrow or next weekend. Almost never was it ‘I don’t know’. I began to wonder if this was the last time I would see him.

  7

  Jack

  I drove to my Chicago campaign office. This better be fucking good, I thought. I felt guilty having to leave Gavin- especially after the night we had. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so at ease and open with another person. But it ended abruptly, and I was about to find out why.

  “Get the fuck here, now!” Liz had screamed on the phone.

  “Okay, okay,” I hushed her before making my exit.

  When I got to the office, I could immediately see the flustered look on Liz’s face. Others seemed to have a similar demeanor. What’s going on? Liz motioned for me to join her inside my office and slammed the door behind us.

  “What are these?” she asked sternly. She handed me an envelope. I opened it and pulled out its contents, laying them on the desk. They were pictures of me- and Gavin- at Gavin’s house. It showed me entering his house late at night, several times.

  “Where did these come from?” I asked.

  “We’ll talk about that in a minute. Right now I need you to be honest with me. What’s going on?”

  “I- I…Liz. I think I’m dating someone.”

  “You think?”

  “Am I not allowed to have a personal life?” I asked. She gave me a stern look before responding.

  “Don’t patronize me. Not like this, you’re not.” We both were silent. I didn’t have anything else to say. My date with Gavin made me realize how tired of this shit I was. It wasn’t her fault, but I wasn’t going to apologize, either. Finally, she continued talking, this time in a calmer tone. “So how long has this been
going on?”

  “A few months.”

  “It’s an omega?”

  “He’s an omega,” I corrected.

  “Jesus, Jack. What if you get him pregnant?”

  “We’re careful.”

  “Says everybody, ever, before they have an unexpected baby.”

  “Nobody’s having a baby. Can you tell me where these came from now?” Liz rolled her eyes before responding.

  “I don’t know. They just showed up in our mailbox in this envelope. The thing is, it’s not enough evidence for any media to run with anything- but it’s enough for someone to start digging. And I think someone may be trying to tip us off that someone else already is digging.”

  I ran my hand through my dark hair and sighed a deep sigh. I both couldn’t believe this was happening and wasn’t surprised that it was. I thought I was being careful- but part of me wanted to be free from having to hide my personal life. Or sacrifice a personal life altogether.

  “Can I keep seeing him?” I asked Liz. She followed up my sigh with her own.

  “Maybe after the campaign. If you insist on seeing him, it can’t be at his house. Not where these photos were taken. And it can’t be often.”

  We both sat in silence for several minutes, contemplating the next move. A rash of emotions boiled up inside me. I felt foolish for letting this happen. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I was only human. I also knew other politicians that had gone down for less. I felt anger that I couldn’t have a personal life like this and be open about it. Maybe I could survive it- the world was getting more progressive, after all- but it could also be enough to bring down my campaign. Most of all, I felt fear- fear that I was going to lose Gavin. That all of this was going to go away.

  “You have to be more careful, Jack,” Liz said. “You could be-…”

  “President one day, I know. I’d be the first single president in the history of the United States of America,” I quipped back. She ignored my comment, and I sighed again. “What do you think we should do.”

  “I think we should ignore this. But the trail can’t continue.”

  “Does anyone else know?”

  “No. I kept it to myself. And it needs to stay that way.”

  “What do you think I should do?”

  “I’m not gonna tell you what to do with your personal life, Jack. You know I care about you. But if you want to get re-elected and keep up your political career, we can’t have this shit happening.”

  I nodded and Liz left the room, shutting the door behind her. I sat alone for a while with my stomach in knots, knowing what I had to do. I stared at my phone for as long as I could before dialing Gavin. My heart pounded as it rang. I could feel tears forming at the bottom of my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

  “Hey, Jack,” Gavin said warmly when he answered the phone.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Uh-oh,” he said, immediately recognizing my tone.

  “I really, really like you, Gavin. I want you to know that. And I want to see where this goes. I really do. I hope you understand that.”

  “Me too. But there’s a but, isn’t there?”

  “Something happened. We have to lay low for a while. I can’t keep coming over to your house. I can start seeing you again after the campaign is over.”

  “How long is that going to be?”

  “A few months,” I said. Gavin sighed on the other end.

  “Okay. I understand,” He said, sounding downtrodden in a somber tone.

  “I’m sorry.” I was doing everything I could to hold back from crying. This wasn’t fucking fair.

  “I know. Me too,” he said. I could hear him sniffling on the other end.

  “I’ll call you soon. I promise.”

  “Okay.”

  The line clicked. I slammed my phone down on the desk. I sat there for a while, until everyone else in the office left. I didn’t do anything except sit at my desk and replay the events of the evening- and the past several months- over and over and over again. What must have been an hour or two later, Liz knocked on my door.

  “Come in,” I yelled.

  “Let me take you home, Jack,” she said.

  “Okay.”

  I stood up and she gave me a hug, and we left.

  8

  Gavin

  The week after Jack left was difficult. I couldn’t get my mind off him. I’d found this beautiful man- a perfect, powerful, prestigious man that seemed down to earth at the same time. And he seemed to care about me- or at least I thought he did. Now, I wasn’t sure. I felt sick thinking about how vulnerable I was with him and how much I let him in. More than that, though, I felt like he was ripped away from me. I just wanted him to come back. The pit in my stomach grew deeper and deeper.

  Two days after our ill-fated date, I woke up with a sick stomach. Christina thankfully took care of getting the day-care kids checked in and started off while I sat next to a toilet. I vomited multiple times.

  “What’s wrong?” Christina asked.

  “I don’t know. I think I might just have a stomach bug.”

  Around lunch time that day, I was feeling better. So much better, in fact, that I was ravenously hungry. I downed two sandwiches and half a grocery store sized bag of chips. I didn’t think anything of it.

  The next two mornings were the same, however. I was over the toilet in the morning and suddenly couldn’t stand the smell of breakfast food. By lunch, though, I was fine. And after everyone left each day, I was breaking down into tears thinking about Jack. I hadn’t heard from him all week, which wasn’t helping my emotional state.

  When I was sick again for the fourth morning in a row towards the end of the week, Christina finally said something. When she called me out, I couldn’t believe how oblivious I had been.

  “Gavin, we’re friends, right?” she started.

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Can I be honest with you?”

  “Of course,” I said. Get it out, I was thinking, not knowing where she was headed with this.

  “You’re acting like…like you’re pregnant.”

  In that moment, my heart skipped a beat. It was almost like I could feel the color draining from my face. Christina watched the entire thing as my face went stone-cold and without saying anything, I grabbed my keys, walked a couple blocks to the nearest drug store, and bought a pregnancy test.

  Stupid. Stupid. So fucking stupid, I kept saying to myself. I thought Jack and I were careful. In fact, he always insisted on being careful. I knew he couldn’t be having a baby with some random omega in the middle of his campaign. It wouldn’t be a good look. For that reason, there was always either a condom or he pulled out. Could I really be pregnant? Christina was right, though- everything lined up. It was all there.

  I ran back home, bypassed Christina and the kids in my living room, and slammed the bathroom door behind me to take the test. It didn’t take long to give me an answer. I was, indeed, pregnant. There was no doubt. Tears started rolling down my face as I tried to keep as quiet as I could behind the door and paper-thin walls.

  “Everything okay?” Christina asked after a few minutes, knocking on the door.

  “Yeah. I’ll be out in a minute.” I collected myself and returned to the living room where she waited. “Can we talk tonight, after they’re gone?” I asked her.

  “Sure. Wanna grab a drink?” she asked. I knew it was her way of asking what the results were.

  “I can’t.”

  When the kids finally left for the evening, I collapsed on the couch. I was exhausted, not only from a long week of work, but from the emotional turmoil of the day- and the entire week. I felt like both my body and my mind were pushed through a meat grinder and desperately trying to put themselves back together on the other end.

  “Are we going to talk or are you just going to lay there?” Christina asked. In a moment of inexplicable emotion, I started cracking up. She looked at me like I was crazy, and it was probably deserved.
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br />   “I’m sorry for how sketchy I’ve been about all of this. I just- I don’t know where to begin,” I said.

  “Who’s the father?” She asked. Of course that was her first question.

  “I can’t tell you. I promise there’s a reason. I just can’t tell you,” I said.

  “Then what do you need to talk to me about?” She asked, getting short with me.

  I pulled myself out of my hysteria and sat up on the couch, getting myself together the best I could.

  “Christina, you know me probably better than anyone. We spend every day together. I can’t tell you who this guy is, but I can tell you that he’s important. He has an image to uphold. I don’t know what’s going to happen-…”

  “You’re going to tell him, right?” she cut me off.

  “Of course I’m going to tell him. I was saying…I don’t know what’s going to happen when I do. Things are complicated between us at the moment. Even if we stay together…my life is going to change. If we don’t stay together, this baby is going to be a secret shame baby from a powerful person and that’s just not the life I want for a child.”

  “Do you love him?” she asked. It was a question I honestly hadn’t thought about and wasn’t prepared to answer.

  “I- I think so,” I said.

  “You think?”

  “I do,” I said firmly. “I just never had to say it before.”

  “Then tell him. Your life might change, but the way you just told me everything…Gavin, you have a good head on your shoulders. Whatever happens, you can handle it. One step at a time. And that first step is telling him.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  Christina left me on my couch, where I fell asleep out of exhaustion. I woke up to my pre-set alarm, half an hour before my first kid of the day usually arrived. That day was Friday, and as soon as I finished work for the day, I gave Jack a call. My heart pounded as the phone rang on the other end, but it ultimately went to voicemail. I decided to text him instead.

  Jack- I know we’re not supposed to talk, but I have something important I have to tell you. Please call me back. About half an hour later, the phone rang. My hand shook as I picked it up and swiped open the call.