Page 83 of Lost
“Do you have to hurry off?” she asks.
“Not necessarily,” I say slowly.
“Do you want coffee?” Callum asks, standing. He glares at the other mates in the room, and they groan as they stand.
Kane walks over and takes off the burnt orange ring sling that vaguely reminds me of his hair, cupping it around the baby doll inside of it.
“I don’t like not being part of conversations, but that doesn’t mean the baby can’t,” he says with a pout.
“No it doesn’t,” I say gravelly, pinching my lips together to hide my smile. “I’ll hang out with the baby.”
After watching me carefully take the ring sling and baby doll, he nods and shuffles out of the room with everyone else. Except Linus, who merely scoots an ottoman closer to us.
“I know this is girl talk, but?—”
“Omega’s prerogative,” I say with a wink, enjoying his eager nod.
“So what do you want to know?” I ask, smirking.
“Everything,” Quinn says, curled up on the sofa now that her infusion is done. “Let’s start with the bite mark on your throat, shall we?”
My hand moves over to Tyde’s slowly healing bite and sigh. My body is so odd. Sometimes it’ll heal quickly, and other times it’ll flaunt the injury. I guess this is one of those times where I’m going to be dealing with a lot of questions.
The position of it doesn’t let me cover it with clothes, and I really don’t want to.
Quinn, Adira, Linus, and I chat together about things for the next hour, but Adira frowns at one point as she thinks of something.
“Little Eavesdropper,” she calls out, and Kane strolls into the room with his hands in his pockets.
“You called, Little Rabbit?” he asks.
Something about that nickname makes me frown, but it’s hard for me to make the connection as to why so I let it go.
“Nova’s kidnappers have a home in Michigan. Would you like to blow it up?” Adira asks.
“Yes,” Kane says, eyes wide. “Nova, would that make you happy?”
Blinking rapidly as tears threaten to escape, I nod. “It would,” I whisper, making a face as a tear escapes. “I hate that place.”
“Don’t cry,” he says, looking worried. “Do you want me to video call you when I make it go ka-boom?”
“That would be really sweet,” I say, watching as the wheels start to turn for him.
“Can you watch the baby for me?” he asks. “Adira is tired and pregnant, and I don’t really trust Jed. He’d stick it in a closet.”
The last part is whispered, and my shoulders shake as I struggle not to laugh out loud. That would be rude, but I can totally see his older brother doing that.
“Kane,” Adira groans. “I can watch the baby.”
“It’s fine,” I wheeze. “I don’t mind at all.”
“See, it’s fine,” Kane says with a firm nod. “You look like you have to sneeze or fart, Nova. It’s not good to hold things like that in.”
My hand covers my mouth as I nod, and Adira takes pity on me.
“You have to take someone with you, Kane,” she reminds him.
“Morris,” he mutters to himself, leaving the room as I fall over and start to laugh.
