Page 11 of Pack Plus More

My pack mate and I looked at each other, our movements minimal because we didn’t want to disturb the girls.

“Should we put them down?” Jeremy whispered after a moment.

“Will they wake up?” I asked.

Our girls had many traits from their omega mother. They loved a good cuddle and if they had the option, they would definitely prefer to sleep in our arms.

It was probably our own fault. When the girls had been tiny babies between all of us, they had never been left on their own. Some of my favorite memories were of both of them as tiny babies asleep in our arms. They never even got a chance to fuss before they were scooped up by one of us.

They were completely spoiled.

That was the way we wanted it, though. One day, as much as I hate to admit it, my girls would want to date. When that miserable time came, I wanted them to understand what an alpha should give them. Our sweet Daisy hadn't understood her worth when we’d first met. She had let the girls’ sperm donor treat her terribly, because she didn’t realize she deserved so much better.

I wanted to lead by example. My girls would see how a loving, respectful relationship would work between their fathers and their mother, and they would seek that out in the future. I was happy to spoil them, because they deserved the best, and whatever alpha they ended up with better give them the best.

Even though my first instinct was to lock them in their bedrooms so they could never date a boy because boys were disgusting, and I never wanted my sweet girls within a mile of them.

“We can try,” I whispered, picking up Petunia, who was flopping over in my arms. She had gone from running around to dead to the world in only a few minutes.

I wasn’t going to complain though, we were going to use the nap time to our advantage. Taking my time, I moved so painstakingly slowly so I didn’t disturb the snoozing toddler as I walked over to the bed.

If I tripped on a wayward toy, it was game over, the girls would be wide awake and I would spend all of Christmas day trying to avoid getting a boner every few minutes thinking about my omega.

Both Jeremy and I placed our daughters down on their respective mattresses like we were carrying live bombs.

The girls had matching toddler beds, complete with princess bedding. Though, of late Petunia had become quite enamored with Dinosaurs, I could see that changing soon. Before I went back to work after the holiday, I was going to take her and her sister to the museum so she could see all the big dino skeletons.

“They’re in their beds,” I whispered, almost reverently, as I took a gentle step back. Petunia rolled over, shoving her face into her mattress, wiggling her little body deeper into the blanket, getting comfortable.

A slow smile spread across Jeremy’s face. “Let’s go see our omega!” he excitedly whispered back.

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

Jeremy

Daisy was already in the shower when we got to the bathroom. Usually, we would have taken a moment to appreciate our omega and how stunning she was, but now wasn’t the time for that.

Pregnancy had just made her body all that more beautiful to me. The stretch marks were just beautiful reminders of how she brought our babies into the world.

After witnessing her give birth, I was fully convinced she was Wonder Woman. I had felt tiny echoes of her pain through our bond and holy fuck, I had been ready to curl up on the floor in a ball, so she must have been going through it.

Not only that, but she was willing to do it again.

I was the luckiest bastard alive.

Daisy turned to us, the noise of the bathroom door opening alerted her to our presence. Standing in the shower, I once again appreciated Devon’s choice to have an entirely glass door to the shower. Me, being the big dummy I am, had wanted frosted glass.

If I had got what I’d wanted, I wouldn’t have theamazingview of my omega, dripping wet as she washed her leg in theshower. She had piled her curls on the top of her head to avoid getting them wet.

“Heya,” she greeted warmly, turning to face us. She didn’t bother to stop what she was doing, squirting some more body wash into her hands. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

Beside me, Nate nodded, his eyes glued to our omega. “The girls went down for their nap,” he explained simply.

Daisy's face broke out into a grin. “Good, they need the rest,” she said.

“Do you need any rest?” I asked pointedly, attempting to be polite when all I wanted to do was maul my omega.

Daisy pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Y’know I am a little tired…” she trailed off before giggling. “The disappointment on your faces!” she cackled, throwing her head back, the bonding marks on her neck stark against her skin and doing nothing to help reduce the raging boner I was sporting.

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