The office had recently begun to feel like my own. The transformation I had made to the space was significant, tailoring it to our needs and vision. Now, with the possibility of Missy reclaiming it for many years, I couldn't help the unease that coiled in me. It was supposed to be a positive change, a restoration of the old order, yet it left me totally unsettled. I wasn't ready to step back, not when I had just begun to find my place here.Caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear Kael approach until his arms surrounded me, causing me to startle. "What's on your mind?" he inquired.I turned in his arms, seeking the reassurance of his eyes. "Are you ready for your dad to come back?" I asked.Kael shrugged. "It's a relief, I guess," he admitted."But what will we do?" The question slipped out, fueled by a mix of fear and curiosity about the future that lay ahead.He held me a little tighter. "I imagine we'll return to the townhouse and live the easier life you deserve before we jump in
Kael and I moved with a sense of urgency, each action underscored by the ticking clock of Gerald's impending return. Kael yanked suitcases from the closet, the sound of hangers clanging together and crashing to the floor as he swept clothes off their racks and into the bags without much care for order or delicacy. "Here, just help me fold these quickly," he instructed, tossing a stack of shirts onto the bed where I was already trying to organize our belongings into some semblance of order. His movements were harsh, his focus absolute as he rifled through drawers, extracting essentials with swift, angry movements. We moved to the office, which Omegas were already dismantling it in haste. Kael pulled open drawers and cabinets, grabbing papers, books, and personal items that held significance or necessity. He piled them into boxes, his hands occasionally pausing as he came across particular items that evoked a brief flash of sentiment or memory, only to shake it off and continue packin
When we arrived at the townhouse, the boys wasted no time unloading Kael's car and Ky's truck. The festival's crowd swelled around our new, temporary refuge, making it crucial to move quickly. "Let's get everything inside before this crowd gets any thicker," Kael directed, his voice echoing over the sound of nearby music and chatter. I moved aimlessly, half-helping as they brought in box after box. Each item we set down in the townhouse reminded us that we had circled back to our starting point. It was as if the past months had folded into a loop, bringing us back to where I'd first stepped into their lives. As the rooms filled with our belongings, a strange sense of déjà vu overwhelmed me. I wandered to my old room, pondering how we would manage our living arrangements now. The room seemed smaller than I remembered, a cramped space filled with too many possibilities. Too many memories. Ky followed me and sat down on the bed, his presence a silent question. "Are you hungry?" he
Ky returned from the store with groceries and began cooking something in the kitchen. The rich smells quickly filled the house and started wafting out the door. I was sitting outside on the balcony with Knox when the scent drifted out, and immediately, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. "Feeling off?" Knox asked, picking up on my discomfort. He reached for a bottle of wine and poured a glass, handing it to me with a hopeful look. "Maybe this will help settle your stomach." Grateful but hesitant, I accepted the glass, hoping for some relief. The moment the wine touched my lips, I knew it had been a mistake. The nausea intensified, and I quickly got up, barely making it to the railing before I threw up. "I'm so sorry," I managed to say, feeling mortified and still queasy. Knox got up and started tracing circles on my back as I stood by the railing, debating whether or not it was about to happen again. Noticing my issues, Ky brought a wet rag to us and closed the door leading
As I turned back to face the toilet again, ready to fend off another wave of nausea, I caught Kael and Ky still bickering lightly. I cut them off sharply, "Not now, you two. The baby has the same DNA regardless. It is all yours, and that is final. Knox isn't doing well. I know you two are happy, but he needs help getting there." I huffed in frustration and turned back around, succumbing to another bout of vomiting.Still swaying slightly from intoxication, Ky pushed himself to his feet and slurred, "I'm gonna go talk to him." He staggered out, leaving me with Kael.Kael started running a bath for me, trying to coax me away from the toilet. I was worried I might not make it back in time if I needed to throw up again, but he reassured me, pulling the trash can by the bathtub and sitting on the floor beside it. His chin rested on the tub's ledge as he watched me with an expression full of love.He reached over and traced circles on my belly with a playful smile. "My pup... Come on, litt
Ky and Kael returned with an array of bags, each filled with items that carried even a hint of lemon or ginger, including fresh lemons and ginger roots. The assortment of bags clearly showed that they had made stops at several different stores. Kael crouched beside the bathtub and placed a lemon drop candy between my lips. "Just suck on this for a while," he murmured, "Mom said these worked the best." I couldn't help but chuckle, even through the nausea. "You two went to multiple stores for all this?" "Yeah," Ky chimed in from the other side, grinning. "He wouldn't rest until we found these lemon drops specifically." All three of them perched themselves around the bathtub, their chins resting on the edge, gazing at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. "You three look ridiculous," I said affectionately. They met my teasing with easy smiles, the atmosphere light and carefree despite the chaotic day. "Yeah, maybe we are a bit tipsy," Kael admitted with a wink, "b
That night, the room was silent except for the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional shift of weight on the mattress. Kael and Ky had taken up sentinel positions with their backs against the headboard on either side of me, keeping a vigilant watch. Knox lay across the foot of the bed, lightly rubbing and playing with my feet. None of them planned to sleep, their protective instincts too finely tuned to overshadow their need for rest. When I woke the following day, I found three pairs of eyes quietly observing me, just as I had expected. They had spent the whole night discussing the new changes softly, ensuring I was okay. "I scheduled an ultrasound for this morning at 9," Ky announced. "It's just about a mile away, at the Heatobeaux Clinic." "Wow, that was fast," I remarked. Ky chuckled, "What can I say? I'm a charmer. Plus, I kind of mentioned it may be multiples, so they perked up and moved you to the top." Knox then turned to me with a playful yet obviously intimate
Navigating through the bustling French Quarter, thronged with tourists, I clung to Kael's arm as the early morning nausea began to rise again. With each step, the crowd seemed to press closer, making it hard to breathe. "Feeling nauseous again," I whispered to Kael, leaning into him for more than just physical support. Without missing a beat, Kael glanced at Knox. "Did you grab those..." he trailed off, clearly concerned. Knox, understanding immediately, reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bag of Lemon Drops. As he handed them over, Kael intercepted, admonishing gently, "No, no, one at a time." "I'm an adult, Kael," I protested lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "I know," he replied quickly, "but I just got the store owner to agree to get more, and it'll be three days before I can get you more..." Rolling my eyes, I took one from his hand and popped it into my mouth, the sour taste helping settle my stomach. We reached the clinic, and Ky went ahead and check