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The laugh that followed made me think that Elliot had heard me.

Chapter 27

Sunny

“Idon't know how I feel about not being allowed in my room—uh, your room,” I said, looking at Walker as I paced the kitchen. This morning, Blaze had kicked me out of my room, insisting that he needed the space for an hour or two to sort something out.

I was slowly starting to gain more freedom, but the guys were still hovering with that cute and concerned manner I was quickly getting accustomed to. I was feeling good—all I’d needed was a few hours of sleep, and I was good as new—but the guys, in all their concern, took it to the extreme.

Blaze had been so excited that I did as he wanted, but ever since, the nerves in my chest had been slowly growing.

Opposite Walker, Gil snorted. “Stopped being Walker’s room the minute you stepped foot in this firehouse, darling. Also, these pancakes are amazing!” He looked appreciatively down to his plate, where there was only a bite or two left.

I had prepped some pancake batter with the intention of making pancakes first thing in the morning for everyone, but the guys had been sent on an early morning call, so we were having pancakes for lunch while Luka napped in the portable crib in the den.

When I had offered to dispose of the pancake batter and make an actual lunch, everyone insisted that they wanted pancakes. Gil had already eaten six of them smothered in syrup.

“He’s right, you know. It's your room now,” Walker said.

I glowered at him. “It’s your room. I am merely borrowing it.”

A chuckle escaped Gil. “Sunny girl, with the bite mark on both of your necks, I would think it's safe to say what’s his is yours.”

My face flushed, and I grumbled as I stomped over to the kitchen island to grab another pancake, slamming it onto my plate.

“Come here,” Walker said softly as I returned, holding out his hand. Thinking he was going to pull me close to him, I accepted his hand and yelped in surprise when he dragged me into his lap.

I gave him a startled look, glancing over at Gil. Even though I was getting more used to being in close contact with these alphas, we hadn't really done anything like that around the other members of the firehouse.

The older firefighter didn’t seem phased; he kept eating his pancakes with gusto.

“What's wrong?” Walker asked with a frown, keeping his voice low so only I could hear.

I sighed, my body relaxing into his touch.

How could I explain everything I was feeling without sounding like a completely ungrateful brat? Walker and his pack had done so much for me, and if they knew I was struggling in any way, shape, or form, they would jump to help me, even though they didn’t need to.

“Sunny…”

“I'm just feeling a bit unsettled,” I finally admitted.

Walker nodded. “That's completely understandable. I've already started making inquiries into pack houses, and hopefully we'll be able to get you a proper home soon.”

“No! I don’t need that,” I insisted. Even though the idea of a real home made me vibrate with excitement.

I couldn't help the fact that I was an omega, that decorating and nesting was when I was happiest. Making a home perfect for me and especially my baby just made me want to bounce off the walls with glee.

Across from us, Gil snorted again. “Sunny girl, I may be an old man without much brains, but even I know that omegas need proper homes.” I turned to glare at Gil, who raised his hands in surrender, a grin on his face. “Damn, if looks could kill.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” I grumbled.

Walker’s chest moved beneath me as he chuckled, kissing the top of my head. “We are all on your side. It’s just taking you a bit of time to realize that.”

I opened my mouth to insist, once again, that I didn’t need a pack house but was distracted by footsteps thundering throughout the firehouse.

“Sunshine!” Blaze cried happily as he strode into the kitchen, pulling me out of Walker’s lap and in for a hug. His sweet, spicy, chocolate scent infiltrated my senses as I nuzzled into his neck. I had given up on resisting these guys. They were pulling me into hugs and touching me at every opportunity, so the least I could do was huff their scents every now and again. I wasn’t jumping into their laps, but I also wasn’t protesting when they did.

“Can I finally see what you’ve been up to?” I asked, frowning at him.

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