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Cormac looked at her with wide eyes, speechless.

“Ignore Cormac. Your pastel rainbow nursery is a brilliant idea,” Phillip soothed.

“I never said it wasn’t a brilliant idea. It’s an amazing idea. I was just curious!” Cormac rushed to say.

Hazel ignored us, walking away and rummaging through the large shelves full of swaddling clothes.

“Are you sure we can afford this?” Hazel asked as she took in how large her pile of purchases had grown.

“Duchess, money isn’t a concern for us.”

“But I’ve gone over the top. I’m having one baby—one. I’ve got enough stuff for triplets!” Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes.

“Sweetness, it’s good to have options! We can afford it, and we want our baby to have everything they could possibly need,” Cormac said, taking the blanket out of her hands and placing it into the cart.

“This may not all fit in the nursery. It’s a lot of stuff for a small room.”

“We can make more space. Several of us have empty cabinets in our rooms that you can use. If that doesn’t work for you, Duchess, then we’ll happily just buy a new house.” Hazel gawked at me. “How did this conversation go from me buying a lot of nursery supplies to you wanting to buy a new house?!”

“Because we love you and want to give you the world?” I grinned at her.

Hazel frowned at me. “Go get me more goose-down pillows!” she ordered, throwing a flower-shaped pillow at me and storming off down another aisle.

Cormac chuckled. “She’s the best.”

“We got damn lucky,” Phillip agreed.

Chapter 39

Hazel

Buying nursery supplies had scratched a deep, animalistic itch I didn’t even realize I had until I was in the store. I was far more at ease now that the small room to the side of my nest we’d designated as the nursery was full of soft, colorful items.

The guys had left me to my own devices as I organized and reorganized some of the drawers in the nursery. Phillip occasionally dropped by to encourage me to have a drink of water or eat a snack.

Between my own purchases and all the beautiful items Mrs. Kingswood had bought us, the nursery was looking amazing. All the things I had been gifted were exactly the right style, which was hilarious, considering I wasn’t even sure what I wanted the nursery to be when she got them for me.

While I was reorganizing the same drawer of onesies for probably the fourth time, the doorbell rang. I ignored it; one of the guys would get it.

Knowing my pack, it was probably takeout. As soon as some sensation came back to my legs, I would go and see what food they had procured. I had lost track of time while sitting crossed-legged on the nursery floor, and my limbs had gone numb.

Hopefully, it’d be Italian.

Or Mexican.

Or Thai.

Anything would have pleased me in my perpetually hungry state.

I was almost done with my reorganization when Seb entered the room, a serene smile on his face as he watched me fiddle with all the baby items.

“Hey, you okay? What food did you guys order?” I asked, putting the last onesie away and smiling at my best friend turned pack mate.

Seb shook his head. “We didn’t order food.”

“Oh, I thought I heard the doorbell ring.” I pouted at him, sad that there was no delicious food for me.

“Yeah, we had all your mail and packages forwarded from Dallas house, and a bunch of stuff just arrived.”

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