Page 22 of Blooming for His Omega

Being with Zion taught me how to relax.

I was safe with him. I could be myself.

I could breathe again.

And only the gods knew how long I’d been holding my breath before him.

After I woke up, I drove over to our new home to see what, if anything, Zion would let me help with. Probably placing pillows or something fluffy like that.

“Hello?” I called out, walking into the house. I already had plans for the landscaping in the front yard. It would be a shame for a florist not to have a flourishing garden.

“We’re in here,” Zion called out. I walked down the hallway and into the master bedroom and gasped. Our bed had been put together. Everything was in place down to the area rugs. My mate and his brother Scott had been busy.

“Whoa! What time did you two get up? Three?” I laughed.

“Something like that,” Scott said. “Speaking of, I’m starving. I’m gonna run to get us all some breakfast and two and a third coffees.” Scott liked to pick on me about not being able to drink more than one tiny coffee a day while I was expecting.

“Shut up. What can I do?” I asked after Scott left.

“It’s all done. This was the last big thing.”

I turned around and walked into the living room. We had an open floor plan, so I could see everything from this angle. The buttercream couches we’d ordered were in. Rugs were spread where they should be. Art hung on the walls. Books were on the shelves. Pots and pans hung from the rack above the island.

“We can officially move in?” I asked. I would’ve bounced on my toes, but my belly had grown so much, that proved a test in my balancing skills.

“I was hoping we could spend the night tonight,” he said. “Once we move the last little things out, we can put both of our apartments up for rent. That will bring in enough income to cover the mortgage payment with a bit extra to pay it off earlier.”

I felt myself smiling. I did that a lot around Zion. “You have this all planned out, don’t you?” I asked.

He nodded. “I do. We do.”

Zion and I had weekly budget meetings. He insisted that I keep a separate checking and savings account for myself in addition to our joint ones, even though I knew he would never be Derek, controlling every cent I spent and made.

I walked over and laid my head on his chest. “Are you cooking me dinner here tonight?”

He chuckled and wrapped those big arms around me. “Yes. Of course. And I have some more plans…”

That tone made my heart flutter. “And what are those?”

“Making love to you on every flat surface of our home.”

“Come on. We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” Scott said, coming into the doorway at the exact moment those words came out of Zion’s mouth.

“Shut up,” he told his brother. They had a loving and yet playful relationship. But Scott was kind to me and took me into the fold of their family. He didn’t have an omega yet, but he was always searching. Maybe a little overzealously if his reputation around town held true.

We spent the day moving the little things over. The coffeepot for Zion. Some cups and a few clothing items. Toiletries. Zion hired someone to clean the apartments so we wouldn’t have to, and soon they would go up for rent.

That night, I came home from checking on the shop to find a candlelit dinner on the table. Roasted chicken and vegetables. Baked potatoes. And I smelled apple pie.

I sighed and took off my shoes. My ankles hadn’t swollen yet, but Zion checked them all the time anyway. “It smells amazing,” I said.

Zion came in from the hallway. “You smell amazing.” He peppered my neck with kisses and grazed his teeth along my earlobe. “And you’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen.”

My once-shy Zion had become bolder now that we were mated.

I snorted. “I’m huge and peeing all the time. I’m sure that’s so sexy for you.”

He pulled back abruptly. “I clearly haven’t done my job if you don’t think you’re the sexiest man alive right now.”

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