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“Don’t look at me like that, sunshine. You are going to love it.”

“She can withhold judgment until she sees what you've been up to,” Walker said, taking a sip of his coffee before smiling reassuringly at me. “We all pitched in.”

That was somewhat reassuring. I adored how overexuberant Blaze was, but when it came to getting me a gift, I was terrifiedthat there was no one to reel him in. If Walker approved, though, it was probably modest and sensible.

Except, that notion was very quickly shattered when I saw the state of my bedroom.

“What on earth?” I muttered as I took it in. The room was decently sized, but you couldn't tell, due to the bags from a local furniture store stuffed into the room. And there were piles of boxes three or four high. “What is all this stuff?” I asked, taking a tentative step into the room.

Had they decided they wanted to use my space as a storage room? I wouldn't hold it against them if they had. I was sort of an interloper here, but I would have thought they would be a bit clearer when it came to telling me that.

“Open the boxes!” Blaze said, his voice filled with excitement as he bounced on the balls of his feet. His pack mates had followed him and were standing in the doorway with matching smirks.

Taking a step forward, I grabbed one of the bags and opened it.

Blankets.

Fluffy, pretty, and deliciously soft.

“These are for me?” I asked, looking up from the blanket I was fondling to Blaze.

“It’s all for you!”

I took several quick breaths as I tried my best to calm myself. There were so many boxes.

“ALL… are you telling me that every single box and bag in here is filled with nesting supplies?” I asked in a shrill voice.

Blaze nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Before you say it's too much, this is the bare minimum,” Walker said, his voice full of authority.

“Do you need to get your head checked? Did you fall over at work and get a concussion? This is not the bare minimum!” My tone edged toward hysterical as I waved toward the boxes.

None of them seemed fazed by my freak-out. In fact, they were all grinning like lunatics.

“Well, it's not all nesting supplies,” Blaze said. “We did get a new mattress for this room and also got a toddler bed for Luka.”

I gaped at him. “You got him a toddler bed?”

Rune answered. “Yes, but it's one of those beds that can be a crib or a toddler bed, depending on what he needs. This is only a temporary solution. We will get him a much nicer bed once we have our pack house.”

I wanted to reject the gift—not because I didn’t want it. It was quite the opposite, really. My omega wanted nothing more than to start tearing into all the boxes of nesting supplies and setting up the bedroom just right. I had felt so displaced and off-kilter for so long that the prospect had me practically salivating.

There was no way I could ever reject a gift that was for my son’s comfort, though.

The dummies I was in a pack with knew that.

Sneaky alphas.

“So… do you want to set the room up while we put the new mattress on and build Luka’s bed?” Walker asked. “I was tempted to set it up for you, but I know omegas like to do that themselves.”

I nodded, Walker was right. Omegas were very particular when it came to setting up a nest, and I was no different. For weeks, I had been repressing my nesting instincts, trying my best to be content with Walker’s cold, white-brick room. It was bare and chilly and unwelcoming, but it was better than the charred remnants of our previous home.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to the guys. “Get building, then.”

Chapter 28

Blaze

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