Page 44 of Packed Up In Vegas

“As delicious as her cunt was, I don’t really want it all over my breakfast.”

Every inch of me locked up with embarrassment, pulling away from Kai to see Amir, Miles, and Diego descending the stairs.

“Don’t listen to Amir, little dove.” Kai dropped a quick kiss to my lips before helping me get my feet on the floor again. “He’s just jealous he’s not the one you’re kissing.”

Seeing Callie walking around in my shirt made me want to eat her right up. She’d been so fucking cute this morning when she climbed into my bed so delicately like she was too embarrassed to wake me, but couldn’t help herself.

Callie had come into my room. She’d have had no reason to think Kai was staying with me so he could be nearby, and my instincts were fucking preening over being chosen. And now she was stuffing her face with pancakes and strawberries, her cheeks as full as a chipmunk’s like she couldn’t eat fast enough.

It was fucking adorable.

Watching her go through so much pain yesterday had been utterly heartbreaking and not an experience I had any desire to repeat. If I had my way, she’d never cry another day in her life.

We’d sat down as a pack after she’d gone to bed, trying to sort out the best way to make her happy here. We had never planned for an omega, and while the guest room could easily be converted into a space for Callie, our hope was that most of her nights would be spent with at least one of us in our rooms until she settled.

Everyone at the table watched her discreetly, stealing glances at the sweetheart in our midst. Our omega.

How long would it take for her to bond me too?

I craved that connection with her. In some ways I was glad Kai was the first of us to be bonded. He was the best choice to ease her in, far better than Amir with his quiet temper or Miles with his anxiety. Callie had enough of her own stress to manage right now without having to directly feel how either of them had reacted to yesterday.

Before breakfast had finished, the order I’d put in after leaving her apartment arrived. I probably should have discussed it with Callie first, but everything in me yesterday had been screaming fix it! so I’d jumped the gun a bit. Hopefully she would like it.

I got up to answer the door and accepted the stack of boxes. She’d said her favorite color was pink during the drive when we’d worked on learning about one another, so I’d taken that knowledge and run with it.

Callie perked up, staring at the boxes as I carried them into the kitchen one by one to set them down on the free space on the island. “What are those?”

“Presents for you.”

“For me?!” she squeaked.

“I may have gone a touch overboard, but?—”

She was up and out of her seat, crashing against me, her arms locked around my waist. “Thank you.”

“You don’t even know what the presents are yet.”

“Doesn’t matter.” She pressed her face to my chest, squeezing tighter. “You thought about me.”

“Precious, I don’t think it’s possible for me to stop thinking about you.”

I fetched her a box cutter out of our utility drawer, lowering the first box so it was properly in reach for her. She stared at the contents, lifting a plastic-wrapped, vacuum-sealed pink pillow.

Callie looked at me curiously and found three more like it, the next box containing twenty different throw blankets, all shades of pink in various fabrics and textures.

“Diego…” she whispered reverently. “Are these nesting supplies?”

“All of yours got thrown away. I thought?—”

Callie burst into tears, burying her face in the first blanket on top.

Panic lanced straight up my spine that I had managed to make her cry. “I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to you first.”

“No! I love them. Everything is so beautiful.”

Kai was already on his feet, kneeling behind her to drag her onto his lap. Callie reached for me and pulled me down so she could awkwardly loop her arms around my neck, the blanket wedged between us while she continued sniffling away. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but my omega wanted me close and I wasn’t going to deny her.

“Thank you.” She hiccuped, clutching me tighter.

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