Page 54 of Pucking the Enemy

“Well, this is me,” I said awkwardly as we reached my door, reaching for the handle and walking straight in. Not that this was news to Phillip or Roman. But the idea of having all three of them in my space was daunting.

“You didn’t lock it?” Phillip frowned, crossing his arms like a stern school teacher.

“I wasn’t exactly lucid when I left here, and if memory serves, I was in the arms of a particular alpha who didn’t bother to lock the door.” I looked pointedly at Roman.

He shrugged. “You could hardly keep your eyes open. I was more concerned with getting you to the doctor than asking where your keys were.”

“It’s not that big a deal. We have good security here,” I assured Phillip as I wandered over to my nest. “So, I guess we should bring everything?”

I was waiting for them to tell me it was too much as they took in the mountain of pillows and sheets in my nest.

“How do you want to do this, sweetness?” Cormac asked. “Do you want to pack it for us to take? Or are you okay with us taking items out of your nest?” He spoke with such ease, completely unfazed by the sheer plethora of bedding.

“I’ve got storage boxes in the closet, if you don’t mind packing it into them.”

Phillip nodded. “That’s a good idea,” he told me as he and Cormac walked over to the closet I pointed to. My inner omega preened at his praise, even though it wasn’t really warranted.

Pulling out the multiple clear plastic storage bins, they lined them up on the floor for me, lids open.

“Is it okay if we dismantle the nest? You look a little weak on your feet,” Phillip said, walking over to me and resting his hand on my lower back.

He wasn’t wrong. I still felt somewhat lightheaded. My nest was personal, and the idea of them touching it should have been horrifying to me… But as the idea of them dismantling it came to mind, I realized I didn’t mind at all.

“How about I sit over there and watch you do it?” I asked, jerking my head toward the armchair in the corner of the room.

Phillip beamed at me, a white, dazzling smile that I wasn’t used to from him. “That sounds perfect… Actually, it would be even better if you had some water while you sat there.”

“Already on it!” Roman declared, handing me a bottle of water that was cold to the touch. He must have gone to my fridge and grabbed it while I was talking to Phillip. I hadn’t even noticed.

My mouth opened and closed a few times as Roman nudged me toward the chair. These alphas were so in sync, it was eerie at times.

“Now, you sit your perfect, pretty, short butt on that chair and tell us what to do, okay?” Roman said, taking the bottle of water he had just placed in my hand and opening it for me.

I nodded dumbly, accepting the bottle back and absentmindedly taking a sip.

“Okay, what shall we do first?” Phillip asked as he stood at the edge of my nest.

“The… uh…” I cleared my throat. “All the stuffed clouds can go in one box because they’re all made of the same fabric.”

With a nod, they got to work, carefully packing every item according to my instructions. They took care with each item, folding and storing it neatly. Between the three of them, it was packed up in no time, and part of me wanted to whimper at the sight of the bare mattress.

“Cormac got your bath stuff,” Phillip said as he stacked the boxes of nesting supplies. “All we need is some clothing, I think, unless there’s anything else?”

“Just my laptop and handbag,” I said, before talking him through what items of clothing to pack.

When it came to packing my underwear, I insisted on doing that myself. While I got the impression that Phillip would have been the most respectful of the pack, I felt the urge to complete that task myself.

Once everything was packed, Roman and Cormac piled the boxes up by the door while Phillip checked my mini fridge for any foods that would spoil over the next few days—something I hadn’t even considered.

“Your nest stuff is so pretty,” Cormac said, meandering over to me, leaning down and planting a kiss on the top of my head.

“Thank you.” I smiled at the praise. My nest was pretty awesome.

“Okay, do you want to follow us out to the car, so we can get all the boxes packed up?” Phillip asked. I nodded. “Where are the keys?”

“In my purse,” I told him, slowly getting up. He strode over to the side and grabbed them before I could, giving me a dazzling smile.

Everyone, other than me, grabbed a box—I was surprised they let me carry my handbag with how overprotective they were being—and headed out the door.

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