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Blaze stopped mid chew. “Cookies?” he asked, mouth still full of food.

Sunny nodded. “Yes, they’re cinnamon sugar swirl. I’ve already made the dough, and it’s chilling overnight. I'm even going to make a sweet vanilla icing to go on top.”

I bit back a laugh. Blaze looked utterly horrified at the prospect that he would miss out on cookies. Seriously, this omega was perfect. She had figured out every one of us so quickly and handled us like a complete pro. It was easy to forget that she was so much younger than us.

Yawning, Sunny ran a hand through her hair. “I think Luka has finally settled down for the night, so I'm going to try and get a few hours of sleep now you guys are home.” She smiled serenely.

Had she been waiting for us to get back safely?

My chest filled with some unnamed emotion that made me want to hug her close.

“Do you want us to watch the baby monitor?” Walker asked.

She shook her head, a few strands of hair falling from her messy bun. “No, I'm sleeping in the same room as him, there’s no need.”

We knew she was sleeping in the same room as him, but we still wanted to help. At the same time, we didn't want to overstep. Even though we weren’t vocalizing it, we were trying to find a middle ground between ensuring Sunny felt like she wasstill in control of her son's life and taking some responsibilities off her hands and making her life easier.

Not that we'd been around much lately to make her life easier. Hopefully having a safe place to stay was easing some of her stress.

“I would hug you, Cher, but I’m stinky,” I said, looking down at my dirty clothes.

“You can hug me goodnight tomorrow.” She smiled, padding over to me so she was inches away before standing on her tiptoes and placing a kiss on my cheek, her soft lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Where’s my kiss, sunshine?” Blaze cried, still eating his food.

Sunny raised a brow. “You have food all over your face.”

Gil was also tucking into a bowl of stew, but he snorted as Blaze pouted.

We were a mess, but fuck, if we weren’t an amazing little family.

I didn’t want anything to change.

Well, that was a lie. I wanted to be bonded to Sunny, but other than that, I didn't want anything to change.

Chapter 23

Sunny

Being a mother was truly the greatest joy in my life, but sometimes it really,reallysucked. Luka hadn’t slept for more than a few hours in days, and the guys were gone almost constantly, dealing with the wildfire, so I was working overtime to ensure there was food and freshly baked goods ready at all times.

Walker had assured me that I didn’t need to be cooking and cleaning around the firehouse, but I felt like it was the least I could do to earn my keep while I was there. They were out fighting fires; in comparison, a little domestic labor was nothing.

On top of that, I was also attempting to catch up on my college assignments. Logging into my university account one evening while the guys were out at a fire, I saw just how far behind I’d fallen.

I was quickly getting overwhelmed, but I was also determined not to let it show. Part of me regretted even mentioning that Luka was struggling to sleep through the night because I could immediately tell the guys wanted to help. They had already done so much. I couldn't take any more support from them without feeling insanely guilty.

Luka had finally fallen back to sleep around five a.m., and I had passed out in bed. I was the kind of exhausted that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. My body was just getting to that nice, deeply relaxed state of sleep when a voice broke through my subconscious.

“Sunshine.” The sound tugged at my consciousness, and I didn’t want to listen to it. My body was languid and in a state of pure comfort.

“Go away,” I grumbled, shoving my head deeper into the pillow.

“I’ll never leave you alone, sunshine! But, unfortunately, sleep must wait for a bit. Elliot’s coming here for a meeting with Walker, and one of the guys from his station is a plumber and is going to fix the shower for you.”

Groaning, I sat up. Walker’s shower had been getting more and more difficult to turn on, and it was becoming a problem. Naturally, I couldn't be asleep in my bed when the guy came to repair it. In my hazy, exhausted state, I didn't feel very logical.

“I don't like you right now.” I glowered at him through sleep-laden eyes.

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