Page 18 of Knot His Reality

“I’m going to freshen up real quick. It shouldn’t take me more than about five minutes and then we head out, okay?”

Eric and Milo nod, cuddling together even without me in between them.

Gods, I love them.

As promised, five minutes later, we’re walking out our door and into the living room. I hate being late, so we usually end up arriving very early wherever we go. Since we’re just walking down a hallway, I figure five minutes is plenty early. I can’t help smiling when I see Daniel is already waiting for us. I guess I’m not the only one who likes to be early.

Unlike my pack, who would be late for everything if it wasn’t for me. I don’t even think Milo knew what a clock was before we met. He showed up for our first date almost an hour late and never even apologized. He just carried on as if he’d been on time. That’s probably at least part of the reason I fell for him. He likes to dance to his own beat.

Eric falls somewhere between the two of us. He’s the one who just goes with the flow. He doesn’t care for confrontation and has been known to walk out on me and Milo when we’re fighting—something we do from time to time. He’ll tell us to figure it out on our own.

I can’t even blame him because if there’s one time I’m passionate—besides in the bedroom—it’s when I think I’m right about something. Yes, that’s another way of saying I’m stubborn, but so is Milo which is why we fight so hard sometimes. But I can’t complain about the sex afterward.

Snorting to myself, I nod to Daniel as Milo saunters over to him.

“Should we worry about that?” Eric asks evenly.

I glance at my alpha lover in disbelief. “About Milo talking to Daniel? What kind of question is that?”

He shrugs. “What if it’s not just Remington he falls for?”

“Do you really think our beta would start something with someone else without at least discussing it with us?” I lift an eyebrow, wondering where this is coming from. This isn’t like my stoic lover. I’ve never heard him doubt Milo like this.

“I guess not. It’s just…a lot. He’s such a social person, while the two of us just…aren’t. What if he decides we’re not what he wants?”

Turning around to face him fully, I cup his cheek. “What’s going on, Eric?”

Another shrug. “I don’t know. I…I want an omega, and I think Remy would be a good fit for us, but I don’t want Milo to think he’s not enough.”

“Oh, baby.” I pull him down for a kiss, breaking away just far enough that he can rest his forehead on mine. “Milo is so excited to be here and about Remy. I don’t think the idea ever crossed his mind. He knows how much we love him.”

Eric takes in a calming breath before nodding. “Yeah, he does. I don’t know why I’m suddenly stressing over this.”

“You can blame me. It’s my stress seeping into you and making you go crazy.” I shoot him a grin, and he throws his head back as he laughs with his whole body.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll let you take the blame for this one.”

I nod decisively. “As you should.”

“Sorry, I’m late,” Bree says as she breezes in. She’s holding a baby with a blanket over its head and over her shoulder.

Oh, she’s nursing.

Bree grimaces as she glances down at the baby before returning her gaze to us. “He’s almost done. I wish my mates could breastfeed him. It would make it so much easier on me.”

She gives us her back and when she turns back around, the baby is on her shoulder as she burps him.

He’s so stinking cute.

A pang of longing rushes through me. I’ve always wanted children, but try as we might, I haven’t been able to get pregnant in the five years since we formed our pack. I’m sure it’s at least in part because of my age, but part of me feels like some higher being doesn’t think I deserve to be a mom.

Eric’s hand comes down on my shoulder and squeezes. Milo glances back at me with a sad smile, and for a moment, we grieve together for what we haven’t been able to have yet.

“Emmett should be here soon. He’s trying to wrangle our two-year-old, Emmy. When they call it the terrible twos, they’re not lying. I love her very much, but that child of mine is a terror.” Bree shakes her head as we laugh. “I really am sorry, but at least you get a sneak peek at what it’s like to be a working omega. I’m just lucky Emmett wanted to step back and care for our kids when I’m on set. It’ll be easier when I’m no longer breastfeeding.”

She flushes. “Fates, why am I telling you this? Where the hell is he?”

“I can hold him for a minute if you want to call Emmett or whatever,” Milo offers, holding his arms out.

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