Page 39 of His Pretty Omega
This was bad. So, so bad.
Other than getting my lease sorted out with my apartment manager, I hadn’t gotten much else done. How was I going to explain to Alex that I was super organized at work, but when it came to stuff at home, especially something as large as this move was, I was hopelessly unorganized. It was like my brain just clicked off eachnight I entered my apartment after work, ready to start packing, sorting, and tossing.
It all became so overwhelming, and I was exhausted most nights after working all day on top of it. I always arrived here with good intentions but then I would just sit on my sofa, looking around hopelessly with no clue where to actually begin. That amounted to nothing getting done.
Alex had taken tomorrow off with plans to move as many boxes as he could by himself, and Saturday a bunch of our friends were planning to be here around eight in the morning to help us move furniture and anything left.
Nothing was packed.
Nothing was sorted.
I hadn’t decided what I was keeping, what I was donating, and what I was trashing.
Because I had been spending most nights with Alex since we had done the whole meet-the-parents stuff, the majority of my clothes and bathroom items had already found their way to Alex’s house, so at least that part was finished.
Better start calling it your house too, my cat advised.You’ve been living there for months now, whether you admit it or not.
You are not being nearly as helpful as you think you are.
I’m aware.
Goddess, my cat was a straight up asshole sometimes.
Alex:What time will you be home?
Glancing at my phone I saw it was already half past seven. I’d been here nearly two hours already.
Me:Maybe another hour?
Alex:Okay, I’ll see you at home. *heart emoji*
Me:See you at home.
My chest got all warm at the sight of the pink heart emoji, and my stomach fluttered.
Rubbing a hand across my round belly, I told the baby, “Your alpha daddy is a sap.”
But secretly, I loved that Alex always put heart emojis on his text messages.
“And when he sees this mess tomorrow, Seth, you can kiss it all good-bye,” I worried out loud. “Sorry, peanut, I tried to get it together. I promise to be better when you get here. Okay, that’s probably a lie. I mean, I’ll do my best to get it together, but you should lower your expectations now. Be happy that one of your parents has their shit together and call it a win.”
Looking around my small living area and kitchen, I was ashamed of everything that still needed to be done. I’d had good intentions to get it all done by now. Sadly, none of my intentions had manifested into reality.
Pushing myself off my couch, I grabbed a box and wandered over to the closed door of my second bedroom, determined that tonight would be the night I actually packed something.
Opening the door, I flipped on the light, then flipped it off just as fast. Well, the cleaning gremlins had not come in and taken care of this…situation.
Shoulders back, my hand crept to the light switch once more and flipped it up.
Boxes filled up almost every free space. If it wasn’t for the path I had somehow carved out, you wouldn’t even be able to get into the room. Unopened deliveries with an orange smiley logo glared accusingly at me.
“Don’t judge me,” I muttered, setting my empty box down, not sure what I was even going to do with it.
First, I needed to open all of these packages and see what was even in them. And therein lay the problem.
Every single time I planned to take care of this room, the task was so daunting that I just…didn’t. I found something much more enjoyable to do, that didn’t cause my brain to spin out of control.
No one knew about this room. Not even Bennett. It was embarrassing.
