Page 52 of Pucking the Enemy

“I can’t keep relying on you guys.” With the arm that wasn’t attached to the fluids, she ran her hand through her hair. Her eyes were beginning to look sunken in their sockets.

“You can keep relying on us, seeing as we are the ones who got you pregnant. We are kind of responsible for this. It takes two to tango.”

“Or four, in this case.” She laughed lightly.

“Well—” I was cut off by the doctor re-entering the room.

“You’ve got a bit more color to your face now, Miss Giltbrook. How are you feeling?”

“A lot better, honestly.”

The doctor looked at the IV bag and quickly checked the chart. “Seeing as you’re feeling better, I feel comfortable with you going home with Roman today. If these symptoms persist, I recommend having a nurse come out every day or two to give you IV fluids. That way, we can ensure you stay hydrated and you don’t reach this point again. You’re pregnant. You need to be looking after yourself.”

“I will, thank you so much.”

“Take care of her,” he directed at me, and I nodded solemnly.

I fully intended to take care of Hazel for the rest of her life, if she would let me.

Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick message to my pack mates, my mind made up.

Hazel was probably going to murder me, but my decision was final.

Back in the car, Hazel admitted she wanted fries, so I swung by a local drive-through.

“These are fantastic. I wish there was takeout like this near campus.” She moaned as she ate the delicious fried potatoes.

“There’s a location only two minutes away from my place,” I said as we pulled up outside of Dallas House.

Hazel pouted at me. “Lucky!” Her face warped into a frown when she noticed Cormac and Phillip outside, leaning against Phillip’s large SUV. “What are they doing here? I thought they had practice.”

“I texted them.”

She bit her lip. “I just want to sleep.”

“Yeah… about that.” I took a deep breath, preparing for her to throttle me. “They’re here to help you pack some of your things, so you can come stay with us for a bit. You’re moving in with us, Duchess.”

Her voice was shrill as she turned to me with abject shock on her face. “Excuse me?!”

She undid her seat belt, but before she could storm out of the vehicle, I had my arms wrapped around her, pulling her into my lap. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Phillip and Cormac making their way toward us.

“Hazel.” I kept my voice low and calm. “We know you’re independent, we know you’re a badass omega who can do everything herself. But let’s face the reality of the situation. You are sick. You need someone to be around twenty-four-seven to support you, and we can do that. You heard the doctor.” As I spoke, I gently brushed her hair out of her face.

If looks could kill, I would have been a pile of dust on the floor.

“You can’t just bully me into moving in with you. That’s a shitty move.”

“Oh, it’s completely a shitty move,” I agreed. “But I am also willing to play dirty. Hazel, you’re pregnant.”

“He’s right, sweetness,” Cormac said as he opened the driver’s side door. “Look, like it or not, we’re family now. Even if you ignore this one’s constant advances, at the end of the day, we’re going to have a child together. We just want you safe and healthy. Twice in the span of a week, we’ve had to come out here—not that we mind doing that. We’ll happily do that for you.”

“But what if it takes us longer to get to you? We would much rather be near,” Phillip said.

“But this is my home,” she whined, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

“If we could move in here, we would. We even discussed moving universities, but it just wasn’t feasible. Unfortunately, Dallas House is very strict about only having Hawking University students,” I grumbled.

“We’ve already cleared out one of the rooms, so you can make a nest and have anything you need. We want you to be comfortable. All of us have the rest of the day off and will happily spend the day transporting your entire nest over to our place.”

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