Page 90 of Unexpected Delivery

I already know Mom is going to love Arbor and Gracie, so I’m not worried there, but yeah, completely erasing Arbor’s ex from Gracie’s history is wild.

Not by Easton’s standards, but to the rest of the world?

That’s kind of a big deal. Then again, I did basically the same thing when I claimed she was mine at the hospital.

Ehh, I’m not going to stress about it.

Hayes already knew, and I bet Morris did too. They probably weren’t going to tell me because they don’t think I’m as hardcore as they are, but when it comes to protecting Gracie and Arbor, I don’t have many limits I wouldn’t cross.

The next day, Morris and I stay home with Arbor and Gracie to wait for the furniture delivery. There’s only one option on the second floor—unless we were to put Gracie in one of our rooms. It’s easier to set her up in the small guest bedroom, especially because she doesn’t need an attached bathroom.

Morris and I spend the morning vacuuming, putting down the new area rug, hanging the curtains, and positioning the wall-cling stickers. Basically, we tackle everything that can be done to make the room feel like a nursery. Well, outside of painting, but we don’t have time for that.

When we break for lunch, Morris goes to call the shop while I head downstairs.

Arbor stands at the kitchen counter, swaying back and forth as she works on gathering the sandwich supplies to put them back in the fridge.

She spins around, her dark hair flying out behind her as she spots me. A bright smile takes over her face, and she raises a finger. “I just finished. Turkey for you. Ham and roast beef with Swiss for Morris.”

She brings me a plate with a turkey sandwich loaded with bright red tomato, green leafy lettuce, and yellow cheese. It’s a beautiful sandwich. There’s even a pile of chips and a pickle spear on the side of the plate.

Still, none of it is half as tempting as that succulent little omega.

I take the plate, put it down on the table, and grab Arbor with a hand on her ass. She’s got Gracie strapped to her chest in the baby-wrap-thing, so I make sure not to wake her as I palm Arbor’s ass and push my lips to hers.

It’s hard to keep the kiss chaste when I can feel her affection and contentment flood the bond at the meeting of our mouths. I force myself to pull back because I need to say this before I chicken out.

Brushing my nose against hers, I lay it all out there. “I fell in love with Gracie the minute Hayes put her in my arms. I know it’s not a contest or anything, but I want to be the one who goes with you tomorrow.” I reference the paternity test that Easton swears he’ll be able to falsify. “I want to be the one they swab.”

“That’s fine with me,” she says, pecking a kiss on my lips.

“Okay, good. I’ve never actually said this to a woman before, but…” I clear my throat. “I love you. Like a whole fucking lot. I just couldn’t hold that in for much longer, and I didn’t like the idea of it slipping out during sex.”

She wraps her hand around the back of my neck. “I love you too, Hael. You make me really happy.”

“Me too, beautiful. Me fucking too.”

The furniture comes before we even finished eating, but it’s no big deal. Between Morris and I, it only takes a couple of hours to set up Gracie’s bedroom. Not that we get to move all her stuff in, but we do get the video monitor hooked up and put in place. The crib is together, and we even get a fresh sheet put on the mattress. Although Gracie could start sleeping in here tonight, but I don’t see Arbor being up for that just yet.

Now that Gracie has her own space, we’ll be able to stock up on more clothes and things.

Morris carries the boxes down to the dumpster, and I pick up the remainder of the packing materials and toss it down the stairs. I’m not being a dick. It’s what Morris told me to do. Tugging up my T-shirt, I swipe the sweat from my face. It’s still winter, but with a baby in the house, we keep the heat higher than I’m used to. It’s a precaution since Gracie can’t sleep with blankets, other than the swaddle-zipper things. They’re still pretty thin and Maine gets cold as fuck.

I head back to the nursery to see if I missed anything, and I’m shocked to see Gracie is asleep in the crib. Swiveling my head toward the door, I find Arbor leaning against the frame.

“She just passed out,” she says, backing toward the pack bedroom. “Leave the door open, so we can hear her if she wakes up…” She tugs her dress off over her head and bolts to the primary bedroom.

I do as she says, but snag the receiver for the monitor on my way out. Leaving the pack bedroom door open a few inches, I toss the receiver down on the dresser.

Arbor nods at me. “You still have a lot of clothes on. Where’s Morris?”

I chuckle, tugging my belt open. “He’ll find us after he disposes of the boxes.”

She grins and stretches a hand back to unhook her bra. Her tits bounce, and I groan as the heavy things escape their confinement.

I’m sure I’ll always be obsessed with her tits, but the milk thing is like an extra naughty turn-on, and I don’t have the first clue why. Stripping off my shirt with a hand at the back of my neck, I toss it aside and get out of my shoes, jeans, and boxer briefs.

I’m just in the process of removing my socks when Arbor appears in front of me, fully nude. She shoves my hips, and my ass bumps the dresser while my half-hard dick bounces around wildly.

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