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The awkward afternoon got a little easier. We ordered Chinese takeout, and Luna ate everything off her plate, and then worked on Halos’s. He just slid his own plate over to her and made another one.

Inspired, I added a spring roll and some crab Rangoon onto her plate as well.

Soon, Luna was eating off all our plates, and I irrationally felt like I was helping.

“So, when is Dante getting here,” I asked, pushing more egg drop soup over to Luna.

“Never.” Her face fell. “He thought I was faking it and asking for money.”

“I’m gonna wring his neck.” Colton growled. “I’m gonna get in my truck, drive down to Vegas, find him at one of his shows and do my own fucking magic trick: ‘the disappearing jerk’.”

Luna let out a surprised laugh. “Don’t bother. I did my duty by letting him know, it’s his loss.”

“Damned straight,” Colton snorted. “We don’t need him around.”

Luna nodded, but she looked sad. I didn’t blame her. I liked Dante and it didn’t feel the same without him.

But if he was going to be rude, then we didn’t need him in our lives.

As we left the cottage for the evening, heading back to the hotel, I leaned against Colton.

“She’s our omega,” he said quietly. “It was all I could do to keep my hands off her.”

“Yes,” I said. I’d felt it all afternoon, the thrum of connection between us. “But she thinks we’re here because of the baby.”

“We’ll just have to court her. Proper-like.” Colton grinned. “Her alpha ain’t bad either. I was expecting to feel a lot more possessive than I did.”

“He’s great. He’s chill.”

Courting a pregnant omega wasn’t going to be easy, but she was worth the effort.

We were free to court the omega of our dreams, but how did we do that without her thinking it was all just for the benefit of the baby?

Chapter18

Luna

Nausea clenched my stomach, and my skin was clammy with sweat.

For the last two weeks my mornings had been horrifyingly predictable. Morning sickness, followed by afternoon sickness. Evenings were when I was able to eat, mostly what Halos, Quinn, or Colton fed me.

Colton and Quinn had been perfect. I’d expected them to get tired of my symptoms, but they just made a cuddle pile on the couch. They brought me blankets, flowers, more gardening supplies than I needed, candles, pillows, more blankets, candy, and more pillows until I had a large couch nest. I worked in the morning when I could, but mostly I curled up next to my not-pack and tried not to throw up.

We binge watched a lot of shows, taking turns choosing what to watch, and I napped. So many naps.

Some afternoons I felt better, and we went out together to do some sightseeing. I took them to the beach, Halos took us to several great restaurants, and we also went to the Half Moon Nursery. We went on day trips to see the redwoods and visit some National Parks.

I showed them Cosmic Bonds and introduced them to my family. I showed them the crystal room and Stella guided them through picking out their first crystals. I showed them the grounds, the cabins where packs could come and relax, the lodge we scheduled corporate retreats.

We visited the steam baths, and Colton coaxed out of me the stories of my childhood spent with my older sisters and cousins, and the loss of my parents, aunt and uncle when I was only ten.

Quinn spouted information off about each place we visited, letting me see it with new eyes, and Colton scowled at anyone who drifted too close. Halos kept everyone happy and calm.

It was so easy—too easy—to exist with the three of them.

I wobbled my way to the couch, still feeling unbalanced from the nausea, and Halos tucked a blanket around me. He waited for me to settle and then handed me a cup of tea and a slice of peanut butter toast.

“Colton and Quinn are on their way. Do you want them to bring anything over?”

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