Two weeks passed by in an instant, and before Andrew knew it, the promises that had felt like years ago were upon him.
It felt like forever since Jenny and Thomas had argued about who would get Christmas with him and Maxwell, but it had only been last week when someone had arrived at work to measure him, and then only a few days later a new suit arrived for Andrew, Maxwell, and Richard.
See, in the two weeks since the great drinking night, Richard had really put Andrew to shame. It helped that there were drugs that had been created for omegas while Andrew was the guinea pig for anything related to a true alpha, but still. Richard's accomplishments were not anything to sniff at.
Richard was able to take inhibitors, leave the house, and spend a few hours at work. Heavily monitored, but he was doing a hell of a lot better than Andrew had when he'd first manifested. Everyone was pleased with his progress.
