Page 164 of Knot Their Omega

Seeing the walls decorated in various decor, including a music clef with little music notes, proves the guys not only worked hard to personalize it to my taste but ensured to incorporate little tidbits about me they’ve picked up on over the last few weeks of getting to know one another.

Truthfully, it’s perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

“When did you guys manage to do this?” I whisper in awe, trying my best not to get so emotional. My mother never made this effort to decorate my room to make it so divine and inviting. Yet a group of men I met just a few weeks ago can come together and create something so welcoming and blissful with my comfort in mind.

I’m emotionally moved to the core.

“When we were doing different studio stops,” Kai reveals. “We took turns while you were helping, listening, and tweaking the tracks.”

“But… the drive alone back here must have taken hours!”

“Yeah.” He shrugs as if two- to five-hour drives are nothing. “It was worth it to see how happy you are.”

“Kai.” I really want to cry. “Thank you.”

He smiles and reaches out to rub my cheek.

“You’re welcome, our Sweet Omega.”

We stay in the spot for a few minutes, allowing me to shimmer on this place and how I’ll soon get to stay here whenever I want. The idea of finally having a place to call home feels like a huge blessing.

How a few weeks can go by, and now everything is… right? Balanced?

Whole and fulfilled.

“Kai,” I whisper his name and look at him, admiring his calm expression while breaking the silence that I’ll admit was so comfortable. I understand now what Icarus meant. How Kai’s presence has this ability to make you acknowledge and admire things you wouldn’t do with other people.

“Hmm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure,” he assures me. “But if you’re a serial killer, you have to promise not to put me on that list.”

I giggle at his spontaneous humor, shaking my head.

“You wouldn’t even make it on that list, but I’m sure you can guess who’d be there.”

He smirks as he reaches out to play with my hair.

“What’s your little secret, Sweet Omega?”

“Not sure if it’s considered little,” I admit with a shy grin. “But… um… what if I told you I was Blair Vesper?”

He takes a moment to think about it, though his expression remains calm.

“I’d say I’m not surprised and that could be why you’re so quick in fixing lyrical discrepancies,” he announces in awe. “I already knew you were talented, but I guess knowing how creative you are just makes me happier.”

“R-Really?” I stare at him in surprise. “You’re okay… with me being Vesper? With the idea of me continuing my various careers?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he counters in confusion. “I’m sure if you told the others, none of them would mind. Well, if Nate Jr. was still in the picture, of course, he’d lose his shit, seeing as the idea of a woman being more successful than him would drive him insane, but other than that, we’d support you.”

He looks over at the desk, looking excited.

“I’m glad we got you a big desk. I wasn’t too sure if you’d spend a lot of time there, but I suggested to the others that we should get a big enough desk to have space to spread your papers out if need be. You had so many files and paper documents, I wanted you to feel like you could organize them properly when you’re amid your working process.”

“You guys are always so considerate of me,” I whisper in praise. “I appreciate it.”