Page 79 of Pack Plus Three

“Don’t worry about us. We're going to spend the next two days curled up in the nest, resting,” I assured him.

“Wait, you said the babies could come sooner because they’re twins. How much sooner are we talking?” Jeremy asked, pulling back to look at me.

I smiled sheepishly at him. “I got the impression it's going to be a week or two.”

“Fuck. I’ve got away games I can’t miss. Fuck it. I’ll tell them I’ve come down with a virus and can’t leave my bed!”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You've only got two away games, and they're both in the next week, and then you've got several weeks off. I think we’ll be fine. Go to your games. You don't need to pretend to be dying of a mystery illness. Devon will look after me.”

Jeremy pouted. “But I want to look after you.”

“You do,” I assured him. “Now, speaking of looking after me, can we go inside? I desperately need to use the bathroom.”

Jeremy nodded, quickly ferrying me back to the house, grabbing my hand as we navigated the cobble path back up to the house.

We separated once we made it to the house. Jeremy had to go—he was already running late for the game.

My tea was cold, so I padded into the kitchen and started brewing a fresh cup. I had recently gotten a new pregnancy book, and I was looking forward to spending a few hours curled up in the den, drinking my tea and trying to come to terms with the fact I was going to have double the babies I had planned.

Devon was giving Jeremy a lift to the rink, since he had to go check on a burst pipe at a client’s house, and the rink was on the way, so I had an hour or two to kill. They both kissed me goodbye and left in a hurry.

I had only been sitting down for a few minutes when a fierce craving hit. Gummy candy. It was the sort of craving that felt all-consuming. My focus was shot—I read the same sentence of my book five times before giving up.

Any kind would do. Gummy bears, gummy worms, even fruit snacks. Just something gummy, full of sugar and delicious.

Groaning as I rolled off the sofa, I padded over to the kitchen to ransack the pantry. It took several minutes to go through all the various cabinets containing food, but after a good thirty minutes of hunting, I came to the sad conclusion that there was nothing gummy and delicious in the kitchen.

Devon wouldn't be home for another hour, at least, and it was starting to get late. Checking the time on my phone, I bit my lip as I ran through my options in my mind.

I could text him and ask him to bring some gummy candy home, but then I would be without it for at least an hour or two. My highly irrational pregnancy brain didn't think that was okay. I needed gummy candy, and I needed it immediately.

Pacing around the kitchen, I looked through the many, many varieties of snacks Jeremy had stocked the kitchen with, groaning to myself when none of them sounded good.

Only gummy candy sounded good.

Pulling up my phone, I looked at the local bus routes. My bus pass would work; it was valid for a whole year. I could easily go to the store that was three stops away, grab a few bags of candy, and be back in no time.

Over the last few weeks, I had become so reliant on Jeremy and Devon that it felt like a good idea to go out and get the dang gummy candy myself. Strong, independent omegas could get their own candy...sometimes.

Glancing out the window, I noticed that it was starting to drizzle, so I grabbed a raincoat and my purse, making sure I was all zipped up for my little outing. My own raincoat wasn’t an option, because it was both old and falling to bits, and there was no way in hell it would fit over my bump. Jeremy’s, on the other hand, fit amazingly.

Mission Sugary Goodness was a go!

Chapter 31

Nate

As far as days go, mine had been a pretty fucking terrible one. I had been working on a custody case that was making my stomach churn. My client Abby had taken in her sweet niece after her sister’s death because there was evidence that her sister’s pack had been abusing her.

Pack laws meant that the child automatically belonged to her alphas. Given the heavy suspicion regarding how the omega died, Abby refused to let the sweet child near them.

Rightly so.

I had spent two days in a courtroom with those seeping piles of scum, and I could confidently say that they had no business looking after a child. They were using every ounce of their considerable wealth to make Abby look like a terrible human being and ensure that she had no contact with her niece.

It was absolutely exhausting, and it wasn't even over yet.

Court had adjourned for the day, and my colleagues had practically kicked me out of the office because I had spent all my time going through depositions and every other legal document I could think of to try and find something that would help me with the case.

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