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Me:

Thank you!

It’s barelysix in the morning, but I still shoot Wren a message as well.

Me:

I’m probably going into heat soon. This omega is entering a cleaning frenzy at the moment, though. I let Hazel know.

Tossingmy phone onto the mattress, I stand, intent on grabbing the cleaning supplies. A wave of lightheadedness hits me, making me whimper for a moment until it passes.

“What the fuck was that?” I mutter, padding over to the bathroom. I’m wearing Evan’s T-shirt as my nightshirt, though I don’t want to look too hard at the reasoning behind it.

The shirt no longer smells like him, but it’s very soft and comforting. Grabbing the basket full of cleaning supplies, I begin to attack my nest, scrubbing every surface clean. The ceiling isn’tvery high, so I can even clean the corners with the extension pole on my duster.

At around six-thirty, I turn on music, singing to myself as I clean. I didn’t want to wake anyone up, but unless they’re right outside of the door, they won’t hear it. Soon, everything is sparkling clean, including the stained glass windows that clearly aren’t part of the original house.

I don’t know how, but I have a feeling.

Looking around, I see all the little details in a new light. Soft light for my sensitive eyes, because by the end of the day they hurt from the fluorescent lights most stores and offices use. Wren and I made sure our bulbs are all softer light in the rooms, offices, and shelter.

Most people don’t realize that our eyes are so sensitive, and we rarely complain. The attic is one of my favorite places, despite who created it for me. Sighing, I throw open the door to find the vacuum in the closet, almost running into Domh.

“Excuse me,” I say, on a mission, ducking around him.

“Why aren’t you ready for work? Are you sick?” he asks, sounding panicked as I roll my eyes.

“No,” I grunt, opening the hall closet with pursed lips. “Ha, there we are.”

Pulling the vacuum, I wheel it toward my nest.

“Don’t go in there,” I growl as Domh looks between me and the room, leaning toward it to see what I’m doing. “You’re not allowed anymore.”

“Anymore,” he says, dejected. “Sugar…”

“No sugar for you,” I mutter. “I’m busy, please go away.”

“So you’re not going into the city today?” he asks. “I was going to drive you.”

“No, I let them know that I’ll be working from home,” I tell him, though I know I won’t touch my laptop today.

The Naughty Totesent me some new toys over toOmega’s Havenyesterday by courier, and they have some girthy knots on them. The dildo part also has piercings down it, that twist and thrust when inside of you. If anything is going to make me come, it may be that.

Sometimes, an omega just needs a jackhammer and a knot.

“Move, Domhnall,” I say with a sigh.

“If you’re not sick, then I don’t understand why you’re staying home,” he says, his face perplexed.

Domh hates puzzles he can’t solve, I’ve noticed. I constantly perplex the man. It’s not my fault that he doesn’t know what a nesting omega looks like, and since I don’t want the rest of them to stomp upstairs, I simply shrug.

“Sometimes a girl needs a mental health day,” I lie, rocking the vacuum into his foot gently to get him to move.

“Mmhmm,” he grunts, stepping to the side as I walk inside, closing the door behind me. Turning up the music, I belt out the words as I turn on the vacuum and clean the carpets.

I let the world fall away as I focus on getting crisp lines perfectly imprinted on the carpet, and once I’m done with that, work on the angle of my blankets on my bed. My work is never done, though. Fuck.

Wrinkling my nose, I twitch my curtains into the perfect place around my nest, annoyed when it flips in the wrong direction.

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