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The bond fell into place quickly. The overwhelming sensation of everything being right settled in my chest.

Daisy was mine.

We were bonded.

Our foreheads pressed together as we desperately tried to catch our breaths.

Daisy was my omega.

“I can feel you,” she panted in wonder.

“It’s amazing.” I couldn’t stop myself from beaming. Her happiness hummed in my chest, and I became acutely aware that she was still having some back pain.

As I gently maneuvered the boneless omega back into a snuggling position in my arms, still firmly attached to my knot, I marveled at just how amazing this bond was going to be.

Chapter 27

Devon

“Well, flower, how do you feel about going to your first-ever hockey game today?” I asked as I sauntered into Daisy's room, my arms full of various hockey jerseys.

She was lying in her nest, reading a book, and upon my entrance, she sat up straighter, discarding the book and smiling at me. It hadn't failed my notice that, other than the quick trip to the garden the other day, she hadn't left the property at all. While we all agreed that she needed to rest, she didn't need to be cooped up, either.

Her new bond mark peeked out of her shirt. Jeremy had been proudly showing his off since he got his, the arrogant bastard. The pair of them had spent the first day as a bonded couple refusing to leave the nest.

Jeremy had been anxious that he had to go to practice and play a home game, followed by an away game the next day, right after they had bonded. He was discussing either bringing Daisy to the away game or sitting it out with his coach. People tended to be sympathetic to the newly bonded. We were all so absorbed in work that we didn't have a chance to really talk to her. So, I’d decided that getting her out of the house may be helpful in getting her to talk a bit more.

“A real game?” she asked excitedly, slowly sitting up straight.

“Jeremy has a game starting in about two hours, which I think gives us plenty of time to pick out a hockey jersey for you, take you to our box, and fill you up with junk food before the game starts.”

“I have been wanting to watch Jeremy play live,” she admitted.

“Well, then, let's pick a jersey out. I have several of Jeremy's old ones here.” I placed the pile of fabric on the bed, pulling individual ones out. They were all for the Chargers because, if she was going to be cheering Jeremy on, she needed to wear his name and his team’s jersey.

“These are amazing. I doubt I'll fit into them, though,” Daisy whined. “I'm the size of a house!”

“A little secret about hockey jerseys. They are gigantic. When you aren’t pregnant, you are a teeny, tiny little nugget of an omega. So, even in your current state, I think several of these jerseys will fit.” I grabbed one of the larger ones and handed it over to her, holding out a hand to help her climb out of the bed/nest hybrid she had created.

“If you're sure,” she said, taking the jersey and pulling off her sweatshirt, leaving her in just leggings and a camisole that her cleavage practically spilled out of. I had to stop myself from gawking at the sight.

I was a gentleman, after all.

While she did that, I folded up the extra jerseys, piling them neatly at the end of the bed. Despite the beautiful windows, this room had been cold before she’d moved in. There was a warmth that only a real, living, breathing omega could bring to a space, and she had done so beautifully.

Over the next few years, I desperately hoped that I would be able to fill this room with our family.

“You haven’t left the nest for the last few days. Are you feeling okay?” I asked as she pulled the jersey over her head.

“Yeah, I'm feeling fine. The baby is just using my bladder as a bouncy castle.” She laughed.

Kneeling in front of her, I gently gripped her belly with both my hands and stared at it as I spoke. “Now, young man, that isn’t a nice thing to do to your mama. We like her, we are nice to her, okay?” I tried to keep my voice stern, but Daisy's laughter made it hard to maintain composure. “We are about to go to a hockey game, so Mama can watch Daddy Jeremy play his game, and you’re going to leave her bladder alone for the entire game, okay?”

Daisy snorted. “I'm not so sure they will listen. And why are you so sure they are a he?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.

“It has to be a boy,” I declared simply.

“Oh yeah, and why is that?”

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