Page 114 of Knot Your Baby

I make my way to Thorne, dropping into the chair across from him. “Where’s Stone?”

“With Freya’s parents,” Thorne answers without looking up from his screen. “They’re bringing him over in about an hour.”

Zane joins us, setting down a tray of coffee. “About time, Doc. We were thinking you’d sewn yourself to a patient.”

“You’re hilarious,” I say deadpan, taking a sip. Perfect, as always. “I brought the paperwork.”

Thorne finally looks up, eyes intense. “All of it?”

I nod, pulling a folder from my bag. “Every last form. You’re sure about this?”

“Never been surer of anything,” Zane says, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “It took so long to come through.”

“Yeah. There were a few complications with O’Hearn, but it’s all resolved now,” Thorne answers as he closes his laptop. “But they are here now. It’s time to make our omega official.”

I glance over at Freya, who’s oblivious to our conversation, humming as she works. “Hopefully, she’ll still say yes.”

“She’d better,” Zane says with a grin that doesn’t quite hide his nervousness. “Or I’ll tie her down and tickle her until she does.”

We sit in silence for a moment, each lost in our own thoughts. I think about the first time I met Freya, how she sat in my waiting room. I only know now it was fear in her eyes.

She glances up and smiles, like she knows what I’m thinking. It’ll be even better to know exactly how she feels when she is ours. She has to be. She’s brought light into our lives, piece by piece, day by day.

“She deserves everything,” I breathe.

Thorne’s eyes find mine as he nods. “That’s what we’re going to give her.”

The bell chimes again, and Freya’s brother Finton walks in, followed by her mother with Stone in her arms. The baby squeals when he sees us, chubby arms reaching out.

Finton approaches our table, giving me a nod. “Doctor.”

“There’s my boy,” Thorne says, standing to take him. “Were you good for Grandma?”

“An absolute angel,” Danielle says, her eyes twinkling. “Unlike his uncle at that age.”

Freya’s brother Finton rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

“Finton,” I say. “How’s the new job?”

“Challenging,” he admits. “But good. Is that what I think it is?” He gestures to the folder.

I nod. “If you’re thinking it’s the paperwork to make your sister officially ours, then yes.”

“About time,” he mutters, but there’s a smile playing on his lips.

“It takes time for the paperwork to come through,” I grouch. “Anyway, have you got a pack yet?”

“No, I’m not looking for a pack or an omega. I’m too busy.” Ah. Just like we were.

“I was once.” I nod to his sister. “It changes when you meet the right omega.”

Freya finishes with her cake and comes around the counter, wiping her hands on her apron. “What’s going on here? Secret meeting?”

“Not at all,” Zane says, pulling out a chair for her. “We just wanted to talk to you about something.”

She sits, looking between us with suspicion. “The last time you three had that look, we ended up with a puppy.”

“Rosie needed a pal, and no more puppies,” I promise, sliding the folder across the table. “Just this.”

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