Baking for His Omega

In the short time since I moved to Oliver Creek, I haven’t met a lot of single omegas. But the town is growing quickly, and I hold a hope that perhaps Fate will send my mate to me one day. But in the meantime, I was willing to take what joy I could from my new business, a bakery started by someone else who had left town to join family many miles away. Things were going well, but I had to watch my pennies if I wanted to keep growing. And that meant making most of my own deliveries.
Smash cakes are one of my favorite things to bake. I always create a cake for the parents and their party guests, too, but presenting the first cake to a new person, often the first pastry of any kind, held a special significance. I juggle the two boxes in order to ring the bell of a home at the edge of town, and who should open it but my mate. My omega. My fated.
But when he opens it wider, I see the little boy clinging to his leg. My mate belongs to another. It may not be his fated, but they have a family nonetheless. Maybe it’s time to move away and avoid seeing this sweet, beautiful omega with another man.