Page 61 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
The master bedroom had been transformed in preparation for this moment. The bed had been moved to create more floor space, extra blankets and pillows were stacked on every surface, and the lighting had been adjusted to create the kind of warm, safe atmosphere that promoted omega comfort.
"Oh," Kit breathed, looking around the space. "You've been planning this."
"We've been hoping for this," Jonah corrected gently. "There's a difference."
Kit moved slowly around the room, her fingers trailing over the soft fabrics, her scent growing warmer as she explored the space that would become her sanctuary.
"So how does this work?" she asked. "The nest building?"
"However you want it to work," I said. "This is your space, your comfort, your needs. We're just here to help and contribute whatever you'd like from us."
Kit's gaze moved between the three of us, and I could see her processing the reality of what we were offering. Not just our physical presence during her heat, but our complete attention, our care, our commitment to her pleasure and comfort above all else.
"I want your scents," she said finally, her voice growing stronger with certainty. "I want to be surrounded by all of you."
"You can have whatever you want," Reed said immediately. "Shirts, blankets, anything that carries our scent."
Jonah was already moving toward the dresser, pulling out a soft flannel shirt that I knew was one of his favorites. "This one's been washed in the same detergent for years. It holds scent really well."
I added a sweater I'd been wearing regularly, one that carried not just my scent but the comforting notes of vanilla and baking that seemed to calm Kit's nerves.
Reed contributed a well-worn henley that smelled like leather and motor oil and the kind of honest work that always made Kit feel anchored.
"How does this feel?" I asked as Kit arranged our clothing around the space that would become the center of her nest.
She buried her face in Jonah's flannel, breathing deeply. "Like safety," she said, her voice muffled by the fabric. "Like home."
Like home. The words sent a wave of possessive satisfaction through all three of us.
"What else do you need?" Reed asked. "More pillows? Different blankets? Food, water, entertainment?"
"I think..." Kit paused, considering. "I think I need to know that you're all really sure about this. About me, about us, about what we're doing."
The vulnerability in her question made my chest tight. Even now, even after everything we'd shared, she was still fighting the voice in her head that said she wasn't worth this kind of love.
"Kit," Jonah said, his voice carrying the kind of quiet authority that made both Reed and me pay attention, "look at me."
She turned to face him, her eyes wide and uncertain.
"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," he said simply. "You are exactly who we've been waiting for. You're Charlie's mother, you're our omega, you're the missing piece that makes us whole."
"I've been alone for four years," I added. "I thought I'd never feel this way about anyone again. But you walked into my bakery and changed everything."
"And I've been waiting my whole life for someone who could handle all of me," Reed said with characteristic directness. "The protectiveness, the intensity, the need to fix everything. You don't just handle it. You make it feel like a gift instead of a burden."
Kit's scent shifted, warming with something that was pure contentment. "I want this heat to be the beginning of forever."
"Then let's make sure your nest is perfect," I said, gesturing to the space she'd been creating. "Because you're about to have the best heat of your life."
As Kit continued arranging blankets and pillows with the focused attention of an omega preparing for something sacred, I caught the subtle communication passing between Jonah andReed. We were all thinking the same thing. This was the beginning.
Tomorrow, Kit would be in heat. Tomorrow, we'd claim her properly, completely, permanently. When Charlie came home it would be to a family that was officially, legally, biologically complete.
But today, we had these precious hours of anticipation, of preparation, of building something beautiful together.
And I intended to savor every moment of it.
The afternoon sun was slanting through the bedroom windows when Kit finally declared her nest complete. She'd arranged our scented clothing into a careful pattern, created zones for sleeping and comfort and intimate connection, and somehow managed to make the whole space feel like a sanctuary designed specifically for the four of us.
