Page 43 of Knot Our Omega

Wilder arrived next, holding a huge bouquet of flowers. He cut them and placed them in a vase on the table while Rumor and Lily set the table.

I wanted to tell Rumor not to help—but she didn’t know this was her surprise dinner yet, and even if she did, Rumor tended to get pushy if we told her not to do anything. Even now.

Penn was the last to arrive.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, kissing Rumor on the cheek. “I lost track of time trying to fix the truck. It was making a weird rumbling sound.”

At least he was freshly showered. Rumor did not love the smell of grease. I didn’t either, but Penn didn’t care about my preferences. He used to come to dinner covered in grease. But then again, a lot of things were different pre-Rumor.

We all sat down and ate the meal I’d prepared, talking about our day, sharing laughs. Then it was time for cake.

The look on our mate’s face when I brought it out, candles lit, and we all sang “Happy Birthday,” it filled my heart to the brim.

When it was time to blow out the candles, she looked at each of us and said, “I don’t have anything left to wish for. They all came true when you came for me.” She smiled. “Lily, I want you to have this one.”

Lily didn’t need to be asked twice. She took a deep breath and blew out all the candles, and we all cheered.

The cake was strawberry layered with fresh whipped cream. We ate most of it and would probably regret it later with stomachaches, but it was that good.Yay, good strawberry harvest.

Then it was time for cleaning up and presents.

Presents we were doing upstairs, just the four of us. We had things to say, things meant only for our mate. As much as we loved having Lily around, sometimes privacy mattered.

After the dishes were cleaned and Lily had left for the evening, we asked our omega to go to her nest and wait for us. We came bearing gifts only a few minutes later.

“I thought you were the gifts,” she said, crooking her finger at us.

“We are.” I grinned. “But there’s also a free gift with purchase.”

Wilder laughed. “The day we met you, we knew you were ours. Our only regret is that we didn’t mark you sooner. That we didn’t tell you how we felt.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that,” she said softly. “You gave me the space I needed. And everything turned out exactly how it should. If Reyna hadn’t taken me, Lily wouldn’t be here.”

She was so gracious and kind, even with all she’d been through.

“This is my gift.” Penn handed her his gift bag. “When I first heard there was an omega who needed rescuing—who needed to come home—I made this for you. I didn’t know then what I know now. That you were our mate. But I hoped.”

She pulled out the tissue paper and found a beeswax candle inside, the kind created by wrapping thin, thin wax sheets that looked like a honeycomb. He had shaped it like a hive.

“It’s beautiful,” she said and pulled him in for a long kiss. “Thank you.”

“Here’s mine,” Wilder said, handing her a larger gift box.

Inside was a pillow. At first glance, just a pillow—nothing special. Only this one was special. It had been made with down from the geese we used to raise. At the time, we thought they were a good idea. Turned out, they were mean as hell. No love lost when they became dinner.

He told her the story, and she hugged the pillow close. “I’m not sharing this with any of you,” she warned. “So don’t even try it.”

She tossed it to her side of the bed, which was technically the middle, and looked sternly at us once again. “I mean it. It’s mine.”

It was finally my turn.

“My gift’s not as practical as a candle or a pillow,” I said. “But it leans into my strengths.”

When she opened the box, she looked at me with confusion at first.

It was a little model—a miniature greenhouse I’d built.

“Thank you,” she said.

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