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Still, I can’t bring myself to be annoyed.

This little omega is officiallyours.

Chapter Thirty

Arbor

Waking up is a slow process. I’m warm and comfy, trapped between the twins in the pack bedroom. It takes several seconds to realize Gracieisn’tcrying for me. And a few more after that to remember she’s with Morris. They dicked me into a well-fucked coma, apparently, but my breasts are so full it stings.

It’s tedious to crawl out from between them, and I almost grab a nightgown and bolt for the door. Only, I need a shower before I can feed Gracie.

Handling that as quickly as possible, I get dressed, hoping I didn’t expel all my milk in the shower. I know I leaked a ton. It’s no longer miserable to move, but hopefully I’ll have enough to feed her.

Letting myself out of the bedroom, I head to Morris’s room with my gaze on my feet.

My bonds with Hayes and Hael are still super fresh. Morris doesn’t know, and I don’t want him to feel left out. The guilt about being away from Gracie comes next, and I try to remind myself that moms are humans too. Without rest and a break from time to time, I was an anxious mess. I couldn’t be the best mom possible while I was constantly on the verge of tears and cranky from being exhausted.

I guess there’s just no winning when you’re a parent…

You either stress yourself sick and feel guilty when you’re away from them, or you push yourself too hard trying to do it all completely on your own and end up exhausted and burned out.

I justneedto hold my baby.

Tears burn in my eyes as I make it to Morris’s door. I don’t want him to feel like he’s less important than either of the twins, and now I’m terrified that’s what’s going to happen.

“Hey, Mommy.” Morris’s voice comes from behind me, and I whip around. He’s a few feet away, coming from the direction of the stairs with Gracie in his arms. “I warmed her a bottle of breastmilk, but she just got started. Do you want to nurse her?”

“Yeah.”

“Head on in and get comfy.” He nods to his door.

I shove it open, bolt inside, and get settled on the bed.

When I spot Gracie’s bassinet that normally stays downstairs a few feet away, my chest gets tight. What if she woke up feeling abandoned because she had no idea where I was?

Part of me knows that’s ridiculous. Dads help out with their babies all the time, and it’s not like I was gone for days.

Snagging a pillow from behind me, I place it on my lap and wait for Morris to hand her off. He puts her on the pillow, and she starts to fuss when he takes the bottle away.

I rush to get myself ready to feed her as she kicks and wails. I scoop her up, relocate her, and get her latched, all while my eyes ache and my stomach wobbles uncomfortably.

“Want me to run down and grab you a drink?” Morris asks, brushing his calloused fingers over my cheek.

I nod. “Please?”

“Be right back.” He bends and kisses my temple.

I run my hand over Gracie’s head and marvel at how big she’s getting. She’s perfect, and I love her more than life itself. There’s still a lot of lingering stress regarding Adam, but I pray every day that he just moves on. He never seemed excited about being a dad. By the time I was six or seven months pregnant, he seemed pretty disgusted with me and all the changes happening to my body.

I’ve thought about it a lot, and it felt like he was as done with me as I was with him. The only reason I could see him coming after me is for control. He used to love-bomb the hell out of me. Always talking about how much he loved and needed me, but I don’t think that was ever the case. It made me compliant, so he said whatever he could come up with to keep me docile.

There’s no good reason why I’m crying by the time Morris gets back, but here we are. He puts the cup down on the table next to the bed and takes a seat on the edge of the mattress.

I sniffle, glancing away from his prying stare.

He brushes his fingers over Hayes’s bite. “Are you upset about this?”

My head shakes. “No, I’m happy, but I want a bond with you too, and I can’t stand the thought of you feeling left out.”

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