Page 68 of Bonding the Band

“We can do up the omega suite the same way, if you want,” I offered.

“Let me see it first before I go deciding on changes.”

We took her to the opposite end of the pack house and opened up the room we hadn’t touched since moving in. The walls were a bright cream, the windows letting the natural light stream in.

“Holy sunlight, Batman! Did the designer know this was an omega suite?”

“We thought of that.” Beckett reached out to flick a set of switches by the door. Blackout blinds slid down over the windows, plunging the room into darkness.

“That’s so efficient. Definitely needs a lot more soft things in here, but being able to darken it helps.”

“This room has its own air-conditioning system,” Beckett told her. “We didn’t want any future omega to melt when they were snuggled in.”

“That’s a good plan. We do get a little bit toasty.” Her head turned, and she caught sight of the en suite bathroom and let out a squeal of delight before racing over to it. “Oh my god, this bathtub is fucking huge! And the shower!”

It was unfair how cute she was, checking out every nook and cranny of her new space. We wanted her to be excited to stay here, however temporary our time in LA would actually be. A lot of discussions needed to happen about the future, but I was half-certain Meadow wouldn’t be that comfortable with those conversations until we had sorted out our pack relationships.

She had gotten close to Arlo, and closer to Hendrix, but Beckett and I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to try building something with her. She might stay if only those two were involved, and we could be a support system, but after spending time with her, I was eager to see what we could be. Beckett hadn’t said anything out loud, but I could tell by the way he looked at her that he was curious too. Hendrix and Arlo were both completely besotted, and the more that I watched, the more I could see how easy it would be to fall for her.

Meadow bounded over to me, throwing her arms around my chest with a happy squeak. “I’ve never been in a bathroom that fancy in my entire life. I love it!”

I held her like the treasure she was, breathing in her sweet floral scent.

“We can have the room painted,” said Beckett. “Whatever you want done, we can arrange it for while we’re gone, and our housekeeper can make sure all of it gets finished by the time we get back.”

“I am not very designer-y either. Could I just pick a few colors and let them go to town?”

“Of course you can.” Beckett was already on his phone, scrolling away before turning the screen to her. “These are the best omega specialty designers in the city. Why don’t you have a look and see if they have anything you like?”

Meadow scooped up his phone and plunked herself down on the bed, curling up while she searched through the plethora of options. Beckett simply stared after her, like he hadn’t been expecting her to snatch the device and look immediately. I whacked him on the butt and went to go sit down next to her, the impact prompting him to join us.

“What’s your favorite color?” I asked.

“Green,” replied Meadow.

“That basically goes with everything.”

Her whole face brightened when she scrolled past a design I could only describe as goth spring, with dark green walls, pops of delicate white florals, innumerable plants, and gold accents. “Oh god, that price tag.”

I laughed and bent down to kiss her cheek. “Sweets, I don’t think it’s escaped your notice that you bonded into a pack of millionaires. Whatever you want, we’re going to get for you.”

She looked up at me with shiny eyes. “It’s too much.”

Beckett tsked. “Nothing is too much for our omega.”

That got the fine line of tears along her lashes to spill over, and Beckett’s eyes widened.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”

Meadow swiped at her cheeks, and I pulled her onto my lap, purring for her.

“It’s the pregnancy hormones. I got overwhelmed by you guys being sweet.”

“You’re going to have to hydrate extra because we’re not going to tone that down. Make sure you look at what you want for a nursery too,” I insisted. We had already bought several nursery items, but we still wanted her to choose some for herself.

“Is it bad if I say I almost forgot about that part?”

“There’s been a lot going on.” Beckett shrugged. “The baby won’t notice if the nursery is a little incomplete.”

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