Page 60 of Pucking the Enemy

I looked at the empty mattress, chewing on my lip. Ideally, I would build the nest myself. There was something about other people touching the nesting materials as I was trying to make the nest that was inherently annoying to me. It had something to do with my omega instincts demanding I build the nest.

At the same time, I was still rather weak, given everything that had happened, so I could probably use the help.

“Is it okay if I do it, then instruct you on the things I’m okay with you helping with?” I asked. “I know that probably didn’t make much sense, but it does to me.”

“I’m not foolish enough to argue with a pregnant omega. Just tell me where you want me.”

Tied to a bed, naked?

Shaking the thought out of my head, I focused on the boxes. Now was not the time to be having sexy thoughts about the alphas around me. I had nests to build, babies to grow, awkward situations to survive.

“Okay, let’s get to work.”

“Let me get the rest of the boxes. There’s more than just your stuff, if you want it,” Phillip said, wiping his hands on his jeans, not meeting my eye.

I cocked my head. “What do you mean?”

He turned to look at me, uncertainty clear on his face. “Well, when we picked out the paint for this room, we may have gone a little bit crazy and bought a lot of nesting supplies that matched? Honestly, Roman was like a kid in a candy store, and he had a credit card at his disposal, so we went a bit crazy. You are under zero obligation to use any of the stuff, and if you don’t like it, we will find a new home for it. There’s curtains, I thought we could make a canopy, and I?—”

He was rambling, like he was nervous about my reaction, and that made my chest buzz. Taking two quick steps forward, I wrapped my arms around his midsection and crushed myself to his chest. “Thank you,” I mumbled into his chest.

He hesitated a moment before wrapping his arms around me.“I want you to be comfortable here,” he admitted. “I know it’s a big change.”

“It is,” I agreed, “but I am comfortable with you guys. It’s not exactly logical, but I think I’ll like it here.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make this work for you.”

I pulled back, smiling up at him. “I know you will. You agreed to Seb staying. That speaks volumes. Now, shall we build a nest?”

Building a nest with Phillip, and Cormac occasionally helping, turned out to be a rather pleasant experience.

I stood off to the side while I instructed them to move or pass me things. My focus was on the order of the blankets and pillows and throws on the nest. The guys, on the other hand, focused on putting up a beautiful pink, glittery, shimmery sheer canopy all around the bed.

It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I couldn’t believe they had picked it out.

Weren’t men supposed to have notoriously bad taste? Everything they’d chosen in their pile of nesting supplies matched the theme of pastel clouds perfectly.

They had even purchased matching curtains in pastel tones that worked perfectly at blocking out all the light from the large window that had a built-in seat. When I’d entered the room, the seat had been a bare, cold wooden thing, and now it was covered in a number of different pillows and blankets—a mini nest by the window.

“There are fairy lights in that box,” Cormac informed me as he folded a blanket that I didn’t want to keep, putting it in a box of discarded nesting items.

“Fairy lights?” I turned to him with wide eyes.

“Oh yeah, you’ve got choices. There’s one that covers the entire wall, so you can have a wall of shimmering lights. We have a set that can just go around the bed, and we’ve got LEDs. What do you prefer? Personally, I think the ceiling ones are the best.”

“Ceiling ones?”

The pair looked at one another with a smile before Phillip spoke. “Let us set them up.”

When they said fairy lights that went on the ceiling, I certainly didn’t expect the ceiling of my newly constructed nest to have rows of dim lights twinkling like a beautiful twilight.

“Are you trying to make it so I never leave this room?” I asked seriously. “Because this nest is way better than the nest I had back at Dallas House.”

“Good!” Cormac said, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Only the best for you, sweetness.”

Taking a step back, I took in the nest in its entirety.

It was perfect.

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