Why did that feel so good?
“Sorry, Coach. It’s just been a lot of changes for us.” Mick said as I nuzzled deeper into Griffin.
I missed Vaughn.
Where was Vaughn?
“You’re hot, little weed. You feeling okay?” Griffin leans in, his lips touching my forehead like he is testing the tempature.
“You missed.” I muttered against his chest. Leaning back I pursed my lips, rewarded with a soft kiss that his coach made a choking sound at.
I don’t think he’s a fan of me.
“Clover baby!” I look up to see Mama Joy. Coach looked like he was going to have a stroke from everyone just waltzing around where his team would be coming out for the game, “I was looking for you.” Her eyes cut to the two Alpha’s and then the coach.
“Why do I feel like I’m about to get more bad news?” Coach asked, rubbing his temples like he was getting a headache.
“Their Omega is about to go into pre-heat.” Mama Joy explained, wrapping her arm around me, “I’m going to take you back home to your nest for a bit. This is just a little spike. Your blood work said it should just be a day or two. Your real heat is about two weeks away. We’ve decided to stay a bit longer to help you settle some more, okay baby?” I curled into her side, feeling almost loopy with relief.
“I love you Mama Joy.”
“I know you do. And I love you too.” She held me close as she looked at the two boys, “Play your game. She will be fine. Don’t tell Apollo yet because he will have a mental breakdown not being close by to help. You know how controlling my son can be.”
“And when you come home you can naked cuddle me.”
A snort sounds as Griffin, finally not seeming as tense as he was, leans in to rub me with his scent. It makes me sigh out in pleasure.
“I can do a lot more than-”
“Is anyone aware of the fact we are playing a hockey game in five minutes? I mean does anyone respect the fact that I am the Coach of this team? You’re just sitting here, having conversations about things that are not hockey tunnel conversations.” His face is red as he motions around in frustration.
Poor man needed a hug.
I liked hugs.
Throwing my arms around him, I squeeze around his waist.
“Sometimes I get grumpy too.” He is frozen as I give him another squeeze, “Hugs feel nice. Do you feel better?”
“I feel uncomfortable.”
“Hunh, maybe we should all hug you. Group hug style. Maybe that will-”
“I think I should retire.” Mick gently peels me off their coach, who walks away seeming more flustered than ever.
Me? I felt hot. A bit confused too.
“Where’s Vaughn? Are you going to tell him who was in the crowd? Why are they here? Is he okay? Does he need a hug? I feel like hugging everyone right now. Can I actually have a hug? I think that would make me less hot.” I babble as I pace. Mick waddles over in all his goalie gear to hug me.
Didn’t fix the hot.
Was I really going into preheat?
I’ve had small spikes in the past. The way Mama Joy had started talking about it made me feel like this wasn’t going to be like what I went through before. Or maybe it would be and the heat she was talking about happening would be a real heat.
Wait.
Why was Vaughn’s dad here again?