Page 29 of Knot Our Reality

“Sir, yes, sir.” I give him a mock salute, ducking my head to hide my smile.

I don’t actually mind walking between them because it makes me feel safer. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to give him shit—frequently.

“Brat. I never should’ve let you spend time with Tyler,” he says, referring to his omega. “I swear you weren’t this much of a pain in the ass until you met him. He’s a bad influence on you.”

“Or I just didn’t feel comfortable enough with you in the beginning.”

He rolls his eyes, but I can see him fighting a smile. I think he likes bratty omegas.

No, I know he likes bratty omegas, considering his own omega, Tyler, is definitely a brat.

It’s a short walk to the blocked-off area we’ll be using today. I can’t see any of Lucas’s men, but I know they’re there. They’re really good at remaining hidden until they want to be seen. It’s a good trait for security work.

“That’s a massive screen,” Ian says over his shoulder, pointing to where the screen is set up next to the lake. “You’re going to make us watch horror movies, aren’t you?”

I grin, nodding. “I sure am. And we’ve got freshly made popcorn and any candy you can think of. Plus, a few other surprises. Lunch is being catered by one of the local Mexican restaurants.”

“And look at those seats. They look like the ones in the theaters in couch form.” Dylan shakes his head as we move closer.

“That’s exactly what they are.” I clap my hands excitedly. “There’s even a shade that will come out over it—which I’ll likely be using for most of the day.”

Maverick hums from behind me. “Yes, we don’t want you getting overheated. Did you put sunscreen on? The last thing we need is a pregnant omega with a sunburn.”

“Yes, Dad. I put sunscreen on, and I have more in my purse.” Shaking my head, I step away from Mike and Lucas to swing open the gate of the temporary fence that keeps this area separate from the rest of the park.

When I approached Bree and Tessa about this idea, I wasn’t sure they’d be able to pull it off. I always loved movie night at our local park, so I wanted to bring that feel to our date today. It’s not quite the same since it’s during the day instead of at night, but it’s close enough.

I make my way over to the snack table, smiling at the woman standing behind it. “Hello! Can I get a cherry soda, please? Some popcorn and a funnel cake, too. Oh! And maybe that candy there.”

“Didn’t you just eat breakfast?” Lucas gruffs from the spot he’s taken up against the fence.

I flip him off. “Yes, and I’m already hungry again. Now, mind your business. I’m going to indulge in my favorite movie treats, and I’m not going to feel bad about it.”

“Nor should you,” Ian says as he joins me, ordering his own snacks once the woman brings them back to me.

I realize very quickly I have a problem—I don’t have enough hands to carry my haul tothe couch.

“Let me help you.” Dalton takes the candy and funnel cake from me, leaving me just my soda and popcorn. “I’ll come back and get what I want once we get you settled.”

I beam up at him. “Thank you. Sometimes I don’t think through how I’m going to carry things. It was easier when I wasn’t pregnant. I’d just shove it against my chest and cling to it until I got to where I was going. But the baby bump makes that hard.”

“I’m always happy to help you carry things.”

I climb onto the couch, pulling down the arm on my left so I can put my soda in it and put my popcorn between my legs. I press the button on the arm, smiling when the cover lifts from the back of the couch and over my seat.

“Thank you again.” I make grabby hands at Dalton, who laughs and helps me arrange the candy at my side before handing me the funnel cake.

I bite into it as soon as he walks away, and it’s gone by the time he rejoins us. Luckily, none of them comment on how fast I eat it.

I love funnel cakes.

Dalton takes the seat to my right that Maverick left for him. Ian sits on my other side with Dylan beside him.

“So what movies are we watching?” he asks as he settles in.

I name off my favorite horror movie franchise. “I know we won’t be able to make it through all of them, but we should have time for three or so. And don’t worry, we can absolutely talk during the movie. I wouldn’t bring you somewhere I expected you to be quiet.”

I frown, remembering the story Remington told me about his suitor who did just that.

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