Page 157 of Lost
“I have a pair that may work,” I muse, drawing out the anticipation.
“Tyde, don’t play with me,” she warns, making me bark out a laugh.
“Knock, knock! We’re going to be late,” Hollis yells, walking into the house.
“I need shoes,” Nova calls out. Her makeup is done with a light hand, though her lips are a blood red. Fuck, now all I want is to see how transfer proof her lipstick is.
“So put them on,” Hollis says, poking her head into the room. “Damn, little sister. Your hair looks amazing.”
Nova’s hair really does look incredible. It’s up in a myriad of braids before being drawn back into a bun. It looks slightly messy on purpose, fitting my omega perfectly. Pulling the box of Christian Louboutin’s shoes from its hiding place, I open the top and present them to her.
“Oh, these are pretty… Are those red bottoms?” Nova asks in shock, lifting them from the box.
“They are, but most importantly, they’ll go with your dress,” I say mildly, taking the shoes from her as I drop to my knees in front of her.
I help her put them on, and then she’s standing in front of the mirror.
“These are so?—”
“The next word better not have anything to do with money, or I will spank your ass so red, you’ll feel it all night,” I growl.
Hollis bares her teeth at me in annoyance while I roll my eyes, waiting to see how Nova will play this.
“I was going to say they’re pretty,” Nova lies. I can fucking smell the lie on her, but I smirk all the same. “I hate that they work so well for this dress.”
“You’re what makes the shoes beautiful,” I remind her. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she decides. “I need to pack a few things in case Adira goes into labor. She texted me earlier that she was feeling a little crampy.”
“I thought she had some time left,” Hollis says, surprised.
“Babies make their own timeline,” Nova shrugs. “The baby is healthy, running a little large, and Adira isn’t showing any signs of distress. I just want to be prepared. She could go into labor early.”
Moving as she speaks, she grabs her medical bag and a duffle bag before picking up her clutch.
“Woah there, tiger,” I chuckle. “Let me help you with that. You’re going to need to take your van then too?”
“Yes, I will,” she says. “My oxygen tank is in there and some of my heavier supplies.”
“I’m sure you’ve checked it and made sure it’s full too?” I ask, prepping a list in my head. She told me last week about what a birth looks like for her, and it’s impressive.
“Yes, I checked this morning,” Nova says with a nod. “Everything I need is here in these bags or on the van.”
“I’ll go with you to the charity event,” Hollis says immediately. “The idea of you driving alone there gives me hives.”
“Do you?—”
“Do I have my weapons on me?” she asks, interrupting me. “I do, and I have a gun on my inner thigh.”
Hollis shows the slit on her emerald green one shouldered dress, where a gun holster sits barely hidden.
“There’s a very mixed guest list tonight,” she explains. “Some of my weapons are clearly spotted if you’re looking for them, but I also have knives in my hair and hidden in the straps of my heels.”
Since the straps wind up her legs, I can see how she’d be able to hide them under her dress.
“We shouldn’t have any issues, right?” Nova asks, thanking me as I take her bags.
“In front of Cian and Corbin?” Hollis asks. “There’s not a damn chance of that. Most of the senior families are here with their packs too, and Grandpa said he’d be there as well. Then you’ll have the mayor, police chief, and a lot of other people who will be thankful to have more community services available to our city.”
