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“I can tell by that frown and the anxiety pulsing through the bond that this is a big fire—I’m sure you’ll feel more comfortable there with the guys. I am well rested, fed, and full of energy. Luka and I are just going to play with blocks and watch dancing fruit videos.”

“Are you sure?” Walker asked, searching her face for the slightest hint of hesitation.

“Walker, get out of here—if you stay, you’re going to stress me out more with all your panic and anxiety. Please, I mean this in the nicest way, go away.”

A laugh escaped Walker’s chest, and he pulled Sunny into his arms, kissing her forehead and inhaling her scent.

“I’ll have my phone on me. I may be bad at answering, but if you need anything, tell me.”

“I will,” she assured him with a nod.

Fuck, they were so sweet together, and I didn’t want to go.

Walker, ever the serious one, grabbed me by the scruff and dragged me out of the room.

Chapter 29

Sunny

Holy hell, these alphas were insane and sweet, and dear god, I wanted to jump their bones and ride them like a pony.

The firehouse was desolate with just me and Luka, and I didn’t like it. The first time we’d been left alone, I locked myself in Walker’s room because I didn’t like to wander around the firehouse alone when anyone could walk in.

When the guys realized I was hiding during the calls, Walker had shown me how to lock the doors to secure the firehouse so I would feel safe puttering around with Luka.

Which was ideal because the little monkey was often hungry after a nap, so popping him on my hip, I made my way to the kitchen to feed him.

A smashed banana and a bowl of oatmeal later, we settled in the den. Spreading a blanket and a few toys out on the floor, I put on one of those dancing fruit videos and sat back and watched him play. Luka was content to bash his blocks together, giggling wildly as he did so.

My heart raced, even though I was sitting down on a sofa, drinking a cup of tea. I found myself a little on edge every time the guys went on a call, especially from what I was feelingthrough my bond with Walker. It was stressful and irritating, but at the same time, I found myself deeply appreciative of it because I wasn't panicking. If he was injured, I would know through the bond. I didn't have that connection with Blaze or Rune, but I supposed it was only a matter of time.

Maybe I would look into finding some other omegas who were bonded to firefighters and see how they coped with it; they probably had some tips or tricks to help me through the stress of calls.

It wasn’t even six, but Luka was starting to get sleepy again. Maybe he needed an early night. He clambered onto the sofa and cuddled into me as I brushed his hair back. His sleep schedule had been all out of whack since the fire. Our routine had been utterly forgotten, and I needed to gain some semblance of it back, but I worried that could prove difficult at a firehouse.

Either way, I wasn’t going to make him stay up; if he was sleepy, I was going to put him down. So, with a quick detour to the kitchen to get a warm sippy cup of milk, I laid Luka in his new bed with a smile before sitting on my own, new plush bed to watch him.

Luka was out like a light a few moments later, and I lay down, content to take a few minutes just to observe him. He was growing so fast. His eyelashes were getting so long they cast shadows on his cheeks. Where had my little newborn gone?

Turning over, I ran my hands over my brand-new bedding. It was so soft and comfortable, but it was still missing something. Frowning to myself, I looked around the room. Why wasn't I content? The guys had gone above and beyond to ensure I was comfortable. Part of me was convinced I was being a brat, but there was some deep part of me that needed something else. It was a craving.

It was the smell.

My room smelledwrong.

Checking again that Luka was asleep, I sat up, hauling myself off the bed and grabbing only my phone as I padded out of the room so I could keep an eye on the baby monitor.

I knew exactly what I wanted, but there was no way in hell I was going to ask for it. Instead, I was going to be a sneaky little omega and do some thieving.

Now that I had taken residence in the captain's room, the three guys were all bunking together in the same room, while Merrick and Gil slept in another bunk room with a few other firefighters. My guys had taken the bunk room that was upstairs, near the captain’s room. It made sense that Walker and his pack mates wanted to be close to each other. The rest of the bunk rooms were downstairs. Tiptoeing into their room, I took a deep breath.

S’mores.

Over the years, I’d come across many scents that went well together, but this pack took the cake. The combination of chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker was truly glorious. This was what I wanted my room to smell like.

I could have asked the guys to roll around in my sheets, but that would have been humiliating. So I was going the cowardly route.

Surely the guys wouldn’t miss a few items out of their laundry baskets?

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