Page 41 of Knot Our Reality

“I’ll bring Emilia outside. Thank you, Millie.” Camden bows his head before spinning around.

“I need to brush my teeth,” I argue, wiggling in his arms, but he just tightens his hold on me.

His purr finally stops as he shakes his head. “Bree or Tessa can get you something to brush your teeth with, but I’m not letting you out of my sight right now.”

I want to argue with him. After all, what right does he have to say these things to me, but I just can’t? I like the way he’s holding me in his arms. I like that he cares about me.

When we make it outside, Camden carries me over to a lounge chair in the shade and sits down. He settles back against it, continuing to hold me against his body.

“Cam?” We both look up to find Wilder standing there, but he keeps his focus on his omega. “You need to make sure that Emilia is okay with what you’re doing.”

“What?” He glances down at me with a frown before realization hits him. “Oh. I’m so sorry, Emilia. I just hated seeing you like that. I needed to make sure you were okay. Is this okay?”

I pat his chest as I nod. “It’s fine. Thank you—for helping and making me feel better. I’d prefer if you didn’t try to tote me around all the time, but this is okay for now. Although I really need to brush my teeth.”

“I’ve got you.” Bree rushes over, offering me a toothbrush with toothpaste already on it. In her other hand is a cup of water. “Tessa is getting you a spit bucket while Millie gets your food ready.”

I glance around, seeing that Daniel and Evander have joined us. “I’m sorry you guys had to see that.”

Evander shakes his head. “It’s not like you planned to get sick, Emilia. I went to college, I’ve seen a lot of people get sick—usually from drinking too much. I also have a younger brother I cared for regularly. A little vomit isn’t going to cause me to get upset.”

I duck my head, still embarrassed that they had to witness it, but the need to clean my mouth is much more pressing. I brush my teeth quickly, Tessa handing a small container to Camden as I do so. I’m guessing that’s the spit bucket or whatever.

Once I’m finished, I spit the toothpaste in the container and take the cup from Bree, swishing the water in my mouth before spitting it out as well. Then Tessa takes all of it from me and disappears inside, leaving Bree with us.

“I’m going to call and cancel the date.”

“What? No.” Even as I argue with her, I know I’m not going to be up for it.

Bree scoffs. “You think you’re up for dance classes and karaoke after getting sick?”

“No.” That doesn’t mean I’m not going to pout about it. I was really looking forward to today’s date.

She doesn’t bother hiding her grin. “We have a few options. You can choose to have an ‘at-home’ date with the suitors. I don’t think you’re going to want to hang out at the pool all day, but you could watch something in the theater. Your second option is to include them in tomorrow’s date with the day four suitors. The third option is just skipping it altogether.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be fair,” Daniel says. “Then we wouldn’t get to spend as much time with her asthe others do.”

Bree lifts one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “I wasn’t speaking to you, Daniel. Your opinion is inconsequential in this case. Emilia will be making the best decision for her, seeing as she’s the omega here to find her pack. As I was saying, those are your options. We’ll support you in whatever you decide.”

As annoyed as I am at Daniel for whining, he does have a point. It wouldn’t be fair for them not to get a date, which means I won’t be choosing option three. Especially since I want to spend more time with most of the day three suitors.

It would be nice to spend the day in my nest. My headache is creeping back up, and I’m not sure that food will help it at this point. But I also don’t think I want to try to juggle eight suitors during tomorrow’s date.

“I think watching movies would be nice, but I don’t want to put out the other suitors. They might want to watch a movie.”

Bree waves me off. “You let me handle the other suitors. They can go do something in town, hang out by the pool, or stay in their rooms. I don’t really care what they do. Once again, this show is about you—not them.”

I’m not sure if I agree with her on that, but I’m not going to argue with her about it.

“Tessa and I will go speak with them so they can decide what they want to do. If you’re good out here while you eat, I’ll leave you to it. Once we’ve talked to them, I’ll come back and we’ll get you set up in the theater.”

“Thanks, Bree.”

Millie steps out, balancing a tray in her arms.

Evander rushes over to grab it from her, and the older woman gives him a soft smile. “Thank you, sir. If you’ll bring that right on over to Emilia, I’ll be right behind you.”

Instead of just walking over to us, he offers Millie his arm, and she giggles like a schoolgirl as she takes it while Evander balances the tray in his other hand.

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