Page 38 of Packed in the Fire house

Sunny

The firehouse was quiet once they left. If it wasn't for Luka babbling in his high chair and throwing anything he could on the floor, I would have gone crazy with the lack of noise.

“Okay, baby, how about we clean this up so the guys can eat it later, and then I think it's time for your nap.” As I spoke, Luka's eyes were already starting to drift, so I knew I was right.

Rummaging through the cabinets, I found a crock pot with a small cry of triumph. Rune said that the gumbo needed to simmer, so a crock pot was ideal. It only took me twenty minutes to get everything situated and cleaned up in the kitchen before grabbing Luka and wiping down my sleepy son. Somehow, he had managed to get that strawberry in every possible place.

Walking back to our room, my steps faltered when I saw Walker sitting at his desk. “Hi,” I greeted softly.

He looked up, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Hey, Sunny, everything okay?” he asked. The silver strands of his hair caught my eye, and for a moment, I wondered if he let his facial hair grow out, would it also be silver?

That would be hot.

I nodded. “It's time for this little one to have a nap. So I was just going to put him down, is that okay?”

“Of course. Why don't you take the monitor with you, and I can keep an ear out for him here. Did the food get wasted?” He frowned. “It is part of the job, but it's still annoying.”

I shook my head. “I managed to put it in a crock pot, so it should be ready for the guys when they get back.”

Walker’s face broke into a smile. “Great idea, Sunny.”

My face heated at his praise. I opened my mouth to respond, but my stomach growled, making Walker laugh.

“You know you can dish up some food for yourself. You don't have to wait for the rest of us.”

“It's not that. I'm not really hungry, I’m craving milkshakes.” I chuckled. In fact, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about them since Rune had first told me about the homemade shakes.

“Milkshakes?”

I nodded. “Rune told me he was going to make some, and now I can't stop thinking about them.”

Walker winced. “He shouldn’t have mentioned them if there was a chance he was going to have to go out on a call. That's just cruel.”

“I know.” I laughed. “At this point, I would settle for a crappy drive-through shake.”

Walker’s face lit up. “Actually, we have a really good milkshake place just down the road. It's like a three-minute walk from here. Why don’t you go grab one?”

My stomach growled violently, and my face heated. “While that is tempting, I can’t really afford it right now, given how I just lost everything…”

“Nonsense!” Walker stood, pulling a wallet out of his back pocket. He took out a shiny credit card and held it out for me.

I stared at him in shock. Why on earth was he offering me his credit card? “I can’t take that!”

“Yes, you can. It’s the least I can do. I have omega cousins, and I know for a fact that, if they do not get a sweet treat on a regular basis, they will go feral. Consider this me doing my part for the safety of the entire firehouse.” He gave me an easygoing grin.

“I promise I won't go feral on you guys if I don't have a milkshake.”

Walker cocked his head thoughtfully. “Okay, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

I bit my lip, looking at the card he was still holding out.

Deep down, I definitely wanted a milkshake. It was a small indulgence and a real temptation.

Would it be so bad to let this alpha take care of me?

“Do you want one?” I asked.

Walker shook his head. “No… I’ve got a green juice I need to drink first.” As he spoke, he grimaced, making me laugh.

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