Page 62 of Pack Plus Three

“Which we will take . . . after we’ve rested.”

“Fine, give me five minutes to clean up. Then I need to find my comfy pajamas.”

“The ones with doughnuts on them or the ones with weiner dogs?”

“Doughnuts,” she confirmed. “They are, by far, my best and most comfortable set. They’re ultra stretchy, so they don’t feel tight on the bump.”

“I’ll remember that. I’ll go find them while you take a shower.”

She leaned up and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. “Thank you!” she said before heading into the connecting bathroom.

Walking over to the large closet, I rummaged through the drawers of comfortable clothing and located the doughnut pajamas. Was there a part of me that was tempted to leave them there, so Daisy would wander into the closet to find them while naked or wrapped in just a towel? Totally.

But alas, I was too much of a gentleman for my own good. Gathering the soft fabric, I made my way to the bathroom, where she had left the door ajar. Steam filled the room, and I could just make out the shape of her form in the shower.

“I’m leaving the pajamas on the counter,” I told her, taking a deep breath of her sweet apple pastry scent.

“Thank you! I will try and be fast—it’s your own fault for installing such amazing bathrooms!” Daisy laughed.

I took off my pants and my T-shirt, throwing them into the hamper, leaving me in just my boxers as I crawled into the nest.

Part of me considered joining her, but she was tired, and the moment I saw her naked and dripping wet, I would be hard as a rock for the rest of the night. Once we were bonded, everything would be more intense—I would feel what Daisy felt. I eagerly awaited that, because if I could ascertain her emotions or stress, I could be there to help before she even thought about asking for it.

There was no smell better than Daisy's nest because it smelled like her. Lying back on the pillows, I rested my hands behind my head, splayed out and waiting for my omega.

There was no way she was going to be quick; thanks to her pregnancy, she was slower in her movements, but I didn’t mind waiting. I took the opportunity to look around the nest. Her chest of drawers had a few scratches and could do with an extra coat of paint, and the large window on the far right needed to be resealed soon. The nest had to be perfect for Daisy to bring our baby home to.

Yes, that’s right. Our baby. As far as I was concerned, that little one was mine. DNA be fucked.

“I think I’ll need to go book a wax soon. Shaving everywhere is getting increasingly difficult.” Daisy laughed as she appeared at the edge of the nest wearing her adorable pajamas, her face flushed from the shower.

I lifted the covers, inviting her in. She didn’t hesitate to crawl into the nest, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage as she bent forward. Nestling into my side, wrapping her body around me, her head on my pec, humming contentedly.

“This is nice,” she said softly, melting against me.

“It is,” I agreed.

I felt a flutter of movement against my hip, and for a moment, I wondered if Daisy had gas—totally understandable, given her situation.

Then again . . .

Could it be?

“Are you okay?” I asked gently.

“Yeah.” Daisy nodded sleepily. “Baby is just kicking up a storm and wriggling around. If they’re disturbing you, I can move.”

“No way in hell are you moving,” I grumbled quietly, pleased when a small smile spread across her face. “Can I...”

“Sure,” she said, reaching out and taking my hand, placing it on the lower portion of her bump.

Everything was still.

Then there was a kick.

It was such a small movement, I probably wouldn't have recognized the feeling if I hadn't been waiting for it intently. But the moment I felt that small kick, my heart practically exploded with the rush of emotion.

“They’re strong!” I commented excitedly.

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