Page 142 of Sunshine

Julian had been on a few late calls since I’d been with them, and he always came home and crashed. Otherwise, I would have suggested breakfast.

“I’m going to work from home.” I rolled my shoulders, glad I’d worn the soft omega fabric nightgown.

“Me too,” Luca said, rolling out of bed. He wore his boxers and nothing else, and I took a moment to admire the shift of his muscles.

“Let me see what I can do.” Logan shifted out of bed.

I wrinkled my nose. “Poor honey. You didn’t sleep either.”

“It happens.”

I felt like a zombie pulling on some sweatpants and shuffling out to the kitchen. I pulled some eggs out, although with flour, milk, and other ingredients for waffles. I wasn’t really hungry, but breakfast gave me something to focus on.

Logan came into the kitchen and pulled me against him. I sighed against his chest, his tart herbal smell enveloping me. I relaxed, feeling safe in his arms.

“I know he won’t be hungry, but I wanted something to do.”

“It’s a good idea.” Logan kissed the top of my head. “I’ve shifted shifts around, so I’m off today and working the weekend.”

Part of me wondered if Logan wasn’t a full-time chef in his own restaurant and catering business so he could work around Julian’s schedule better. The answer was probably yes.

Julian came home and I immediately went to the door, pulling him against me.

He hugged me. “Hey babe.”

His scent was burnt, even under the blankness that was scent canceling products.

I squeezed him, my heart pounding so hard. It felt like he’d come back from death.

I burst into tears.

“Hey, I’m okay. It’s okay.” Julian stroked his hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “You need comfort, not me.”

Julian angled us to the couch, where he pulled me down and wrapped a blanket around us. “We can comfort each other.” He gave me a ghost of a smile. He looked tired, but calm.

I couldn’t stop crying, my heart pounding heavier in my chest.

Logan and Luca gave him apologetic looks. “It was a long night.”

Luca sat down next to me, and Logan sat down next to Julian. I tried to get myself under control, but relief that he was here, he was alive, he was okay coursed through me.

I held my omega fiercely. “I was worried you would die.”

“Babe.” Julian curled his hand through my hair.

I kept running my hands over him, touching his dragon tattoo peeking out of his t-shirt, playing with his silky black hair. He was alive and he was here. I couldn’t put words to my nameless dread all night until I saw him, relieved he came home to me.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He held me against him, Luca’s hard body warm against me. I let out a breath and then another one.

He was okay. He wouldn’t be taken away from me.

“It’s okay.” I huffed in his burnt coconut and pineapple scent. “I’m sorry I’m freaking out.”

“I love you too.” He squeezed me against him. “I’m sorry it’s hard when I’m on a bad call.”

“It’s fine.” I rubbed my cheek against his shirt, annoyed that it was a work uniform shirt, and not the softer fabric he usually wore. “I’ll get used to it.”

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