Page 29 of Unbreak Me

"You too, Jan."

With that, he turned and walked away. For a few seconds, I just sat there in the driveway, a bit stunned by everything that had happened.

This whole day…OMG.

It felt like a whirlwind. In what seemed like no time, I’d somehow ended up with a new husband—someone who might be in my life for good.

The idea felt ridiculous the more I thought about it, but maybe that’s exactly what I needed: a drastic change, somethingto force me out of my comfort zone. Was it my rising desperation that pushed me into this? Or my uncle’s relentless nagging?

Either way, I was a married man now.

???

On the way home, I stopped by a department store, since I didn’t have anything an omega might specifically need. Growing up with two alpha brothers didn’t exactly prepare me for this, but I remembered a few things from watching my omega dad build his nests.

He’d spend hours weaving together bits of old shirts, pillows, blankets—whatever he had. It wasn’t just a chore; it was something he loved doing, almost like an art form. My alpha father made it clear we weren’t allowed to bother him while he worked on it. "Give Dad some space," he’d say. "It’s important for him—a part of being an omega."

He explained that omegas built different nests when they felt safe and happy—and different nests when they were upset. When Dad was down, the nests got more solid. What if an omega didn’t nest at all? This was a serious situation that could signal mental health issues.

So, biting my lip, I made my way to the nesting section of the shop. Every respectable department store had one—usually in the corner, in a less crowded area, with a cutesy sign like this one: "Nesting Supplies!" surrounded by hearts and swirls.

An omega employee was busy restacking a pile of pillows when I approached.

"Uh… Excuse me? I’m looking for, um, nesting stuff. Something nice, that an omega would really like. Any recommendations?"

The guy looked up and smiled warmly. He was probably in his forties, a little on the chubby side, with a cheerful vibe that put me at ease.

"Starting a new relationship? Trying to impress your partner?" he teased lightly.

I could’ve brushed him off, maybe said it wasn’t his business, but instead, I found myself nodding. "Yeah. My partner’s moving in tomorrow, and I want to make a good impression. I figured this might be a nice surprise."

He lit up. "Oh, that’s wonderful! We’ve got just the thing for a special occasion like this." He led me to another shelf and pointed out a big package labeled "Welcome Home Nesting Set." It was full of soft fabrics, colorful ribbons, small pillows, and strings—everything you’d need to build a nest from scratch.

The set was massive, and I hesitated for a second. Was it overkill?

"We’ve got a promotion on this one," the employee added with a smug grin. "Fifty percent off, since it’s the end of the line."

That sealed the deal. A few minutes later, he helped me wheel the giant box to the checkout, and soon I was on my way home with a cartload of nest supplies.

When I got back, I carried everything to the room I’d picked for Day. As I unpacked it all, I noticed the materials were really nice—soft, cozy, and in warm, calming colors. I piled them on a chair—it looked like a real mountain of fabric.

For a moment, I just stood there, observing it.

My life was changing. An omega was about to live in my empty house.

A wave of excitement washed over me as I realized I was absolutely ready for my life to take a new course.

???

That evening, I cleaned the guest room I’d chosen for Day, which was right next to mine. It had its own small bathroom, so I hoped it’d give him some privacy while he settled in.

The toughest part of the evening was calling Uncle Frank to tell him what happened. I already knew how the conversation would go, so I didn’t waste time. As soon as he picked up, I blurted out, "Don’t freak out, but… it looks like I’ve got myself a husband."

His squeal nearly made me drop the phone. The next thing I knew, he was bombarding me with "I told you so!" and a million questions. I kept my answers short, leaving out anything too complicated or unpleasant. I painted the whole situation in the best light possible.

Frank was thrilled when he found out Day had done surrogacy in the past. "That’s perfect!" he said. "If he’s carried before, there’s still a chance for kids!"

I didn’t mention that our contract didn’t technically obligate Day to have kids with me. Instead, I stuck to harmless details: how Day looked, what his job was, how Nolan acted, and how talented in matchmaking he supposedly was. It worked. Frank got so distracted that he forgot to press me on anything deeper.

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