Rhack #21 o;
Jack was lucky that all he’d gotten from a piece of explosion debris smacking him in the head was an amnesiac episode.
The doctors had assured Rhys that Jack would recover in due time, and would be able to remember everything as he recovered from his injury. The omega was encouraged to talk to Jack about their life together and other important details to help Jack recover his memory, something that he was more than willing to do.
He’d expected Jack to be a little more dazed and out of it when he entered the room, but instead of being greeted by confusion, Jack gave a loud wolf-whistle and blatantly ogled the omega up and down.
“Oh wow, will you look at all that…hello there, Mr. Legs For Days, do they send you in to ‘cheer up’ the patients?” Jack chuckled, pretty heartily for a man who’d been smacked on the head with the burnt hull of a weapons chest. Rhys stared for a moment, absolutely stunned that, even with his memory wiped, Jack was still hitting on him.
“Uh….well, no, actually,” Rhys started as he walked to the edge of the bed, placing a hand on Jack’s shoulder, “I’m Rhys, I’m your husband, the doctor sent me in to–”
“Son of a bitch, you’re my husband?” Jack gaped, eyes practically lighting up like he was a kid on Mercenary Day morning. “No way….I’m the luckiest bastard ever like, holy crap. I really frikkin’ scored!” The CEO whistled again, high-fiving himself and making the omega laugh, cheeks pink with blush.
Amnesia or not, there were some things about Jack that would just never change.