Love Me, My Omega!

TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW:

Five years have passed, yet I still can't help but glance when someone who resembles you even a bit passes by me.

Who knew that this day would come? Who knew that after all these years, I still couldn't move on from you. After I lost you, I felt so empty. It was like a part of me died when you never appeared in front of me again. There's a void in my heart that can only be filled by you.

Even as time passes by, his constant desperation of mine still makes me look for you.

I don't think I'll ever be able to let you go...

I placed my hand on his shoulder and called out his name.

"Justin...?"

Slowly turning to look at me, I saw his face bit by bit. The more that I make out his face, the more I felt disappointed.

It wasn't him.

"I apologize. I thought you were someone I know," I said and smiled a little.

"Oh no, it's fine," he smiled back and continued walking.

I couldn't help but sigh as I watched him walk away.

Haa... Really... What's wrong with me? It's been ages since the last time I saw him, but I'm still as miserable as ever. Why can't I just move on from him and go on with my life without feeling like this?

I shook my head and continued walking to the pizzeria. I only got off my car to buy something to eat. Why did I get reminded of him again? It was already enough that he shows up in my dreams almost every night... Why did this have to happen again?

After buying a box of pizza, I went back to my car and drove home.

Five years have already passed and things have changed a lot since then. I moved out from my place four years ago and moved to another condominium. I'm currently living at a penthouse in that condominium.

I got off my car and went inside. I headed to the elevator with the box of pizza on my hand.

​ I'm Tristan Lee, one of the hottest and most successful bachelors in the country. I'm a young CEO of a conglomerate who's considered as one of the most powerful figures in the business industry.

Of course, before I got here, there were some things that I had to go through.

I was miserable.

I was miserable since the day we broke up without even seeing each other for the last time. Despite not being physically, emotionally, and mentally healthy, I took up my father's offer to work. After years of working, I quickly climbed up the ladders to the position I have right now. Even if I was his son, if he deemed me as someone unworthy of the position of a CEO, he would have cast me away without second thoughts. I worked my butt off to get to where I am right now, so if I ever see Justin again, I'd be able to fight for him without thinking how I'd be able to pull it off.

Of course, I still have all sorts of negative feelings towards my father. For a long time, I thought I needed someone to blame for what happened just to make me feel a little bit better, and the person I blamed was him.

It was stupid, I know. It wasn't his fault. It was mine.

The elevator door opened, and I immediately headed to my house. I put the box on top of the table in the dining area and took my coat off. I then headed to my room to change into a new set of clothes. Before putting my clothes on the laundry basket, I emptied my pockets first.

I took my wallet from my slacks' pocket and stared at it, feeling the urge to see his face again.

This is a different wallet from what his mother gave me for Christmas, but his photos are still with me. Most of them are still in the wallet that I got as a gift, but I put one in my new wallet so I could still see his face whenever I want.

I slowly opened it and stared at his photo that was in it.

Fair skin, jet black hair, cat-like icy blue eyes, thin reddish lips, and a beautiful smile.

Looking at his photo from five years ago never makes me doubt why I fell madly in love with him, and why I still couldn't get over him after all this time.

"I wonder how you're doing right now..."

JUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW:

[A FEW HOURS AGO]

"Mommy, I don't want to go to school!"

I looked at the little kid whining next to me as she frowned. She was stomping her feet heavily as we walked to the bus stop.

"Chesca, stop acting like a kid."

I glanced at the little boy who was holding my hand with a calm expression on his face.

"I am a kid. Chester is a kid too!" Chesca yelled at her brother. "Why are you acting like that?" Chester looked at her as we walked. "I wanna play, I wanna play!" Chesca whined once again.

I stopped walking, and they did the same too. I bent my knees to level my head with my daughter and said, "But baby, why don't you want to go to school? You're gonna play at school today."

She frowned at me and said, "I don't wanna play with the other kids. I wanna play with mommy!" She stomped her feet as she frowned at me.

"I'll play with Chesca, so don't bother mommy," Chester said as he grabbed her hand.

"No! I don't wanna play with you. You're ugly!" Chesca yelled as she frowned at her brother. "But we're twins..." Chester whispered as he pouted with his lips trembling as if he's about to cry.

"We don't look the same, Chester," Chesca stuck her tongue out as she rolled her eyes.

Oh my... Where did she learn that?

"Mommy... Chesca called me ugly," he said with teary eyes as he pointed at his twin.

I couldn't help but laugh as I watched them. They're just too adorable that even if they kept fighting every single day, I'd still keep smiling at them.

"Hey, did you hear that? He called him mommy..." I heard someone whisper.

"I know. He must be an omega, poor thing..."

I flinched as I listened to their whispers as they pointed fingers at me. This is nothing new to me. I've been hearing the same thing for the past five years, but... it still makes me upset.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with being an omega and having kids. Having my children is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and it makes me upset that people think badly of me and of them.

I kept my smile to hide what I was feeling. My children are in front of me right now. I can't afford to look upset or else it'll affect them, too.

"Now, now. Don't fight. Chesca, it's bad to call your brother ugly. Nobody's ugly, okay?" I said as I pat their heads.

"But he is!" She insisted. I glanced at Chester and saw that he'd probably cry any second now. "Baby, if you keep calling Chester ugly, mommy will be sad," I said as I pouted and pretended to be sad.

"Ch... Chester is so cute!" Chesca said as she forcefully smiled at me, her dimples showing up in the process. I looked at Chester and saw that he was still pouting, but he didn't look like he's about to cry anymore.

"Yes, you're both cute. Now, let's keep going because we'll miss the bus if we won't," I smiled at them and held their hands as I stood up.

We continued walking, and just as we arrived at the bus stop, the bus also stopped in front of us.

It's 7:30 right now and many people are gonna get on the bus, so it's gonna be a bit crowded.

Thankfully, when we got on the bus, there was still an empty seat. I let my twins share the seat, while I stood next to them.

When we arrived to our destination, we walked a little bit more to get to their school.

Chesca and Chester are currently four years old, so they're still in preschool.

They are taught how to write the alphabet, sing nursery rhymes, dance to children's dances, and they also play with other kids if they don't have anything else to do.

"Now, listen to mommy," I said as I knelt on one knee in front of them while holding their hands. "What are the rules you have to remember everyday?" I asked as I looked at them.

The twins exchanged looks with each other and said in chorus, "Rule number one, be kind to our classmates! Rule number two, have fun!"

"Yes, that's right! Now, you should go in before you get late to class, hmm?" I smiled at them. They both nodded as they smiled at me, their dimples showing on their cheeks, making them look cuter than they were earlier.

"Nose kiss," I said as I puckered my lips for a kiss. Chesca stepped closer to me before Chester could and moved her face forward. I kissed the tip of her nose, and she kissed my cheek after. Next was Chester, and he did the same as Chesca.

"Don't run! Have fun at school, sweeties!" I said as I watched them run to their classroom, their teacher waiting for them by the door.

When they finally went inside, I couldn't help but sigh because I know that this is gonna be an exhausting day again.

"Gotta go to work now..."