Page 90 of Knot Just Their Nanny
Liam catches my gaze following Henry and raises an eyebrow playfully. “Enjoying the view?”
I blush but don’t look away. “Absolutely.”
They laugh, and there’s a teasing twinkle in their eyes that tells me they don’t mind one bit.
The conversation turns light and easy as we chat about nothing in particular. The mundane routine of it all solidifies our acceptance and integration into this new way of living.
Before long, Henry returns bearing a tray that smells like heaven. The pancakes are fluffy as clouds and loaded with chocolate chunks, just like I wanted. There’s no whipped cream, but that was a long shot anyway.
I’m surrounded by food and love, and it’s hard to think of anything better than this. I watch them eat, their eyes occasionally meeting mine with such warmth that I have to look away, overwhelmed by the emotion of it all.
Henry’s pancakes are genuinely amazing, and I tell him so between bites. “You outdid yourself with these,” I say earnestly.
He beams at me, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “Only the best for my omega,” he says with a mock bow.
Liam shakes his head, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “You’re going to spoil her rotten.”
“As she deserves,” Ben murmurs.
We finish breakfast in a comfortable silence, sated and content. The dishes can wait; right now, this moment is all about us. Eventually, Liam stretches his long limbs and stands up, taking the tray with him.
“I’ll take care of these,” he declares, grabbing the plates.
“No, let me help,” I start to say, but Henry pulls me back down beside him.
“Liam’s got it. You’re not moving from this spot,” he insists gently but firmly.
I’m about to protest when Ben adds, “Henry’s right. You need to rest after last night.”
Despite my instinct to argue, I watch as, to my disappointment, Liam pulls on a pair of joggers and picks up the tray to take to the kitchen.
After a minute or so, the doorbell rings, and we stare at each other in surprise. “Are we expecting anyone?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Mum?” Ben murmurs, clearly worried about Mia, which makes me worried now. Ben is already on his feet and pulling on his discarded pants, with Henry following.
“Stay right there,” he murmurs as he and Ben leave the room.
Blinking, I purse my lips, hoping it’s nothing. My cheeks flush, and my heat is returning after a long rest. I need the alphas back here soon. As I wait, I hear raised voices, and one of them is definitelynotBen’s mum.
“Eddie,” I hiss, hearing my ex’s irritating voice filter up the stairs.
I roll my eyes so hard I’m worried they might get stuck that way. What on earth is he doing here? He’s supposed to be a closed chapter in my life, a blip, an error in judgment, not someone standing on my doorstep causing a ruckus.
Groaning inwardly, I listen as the voices get louder. There’s the sound of a scuffle and then silence. My heart races; what if Eddie’s caused trouble? He was always good at stirring the pot and making a bloody mess. In an instant, I’m up and pulling on leggings and Ben’s rugby shirt, which is the closest one to me. Heading downstairs, ready to confront Eddie, I see my three alphas in the doorway arguing the toss with this idiot.
“Eddie,” I snap. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you even find me?”
The alphas part like the Red Sea as they hear my sharp voice, showing me the form of my previous boyfriend. He is shorter than these three, less muscular, almost weedy.
His arrogance is out in full force as he holds up his phone. “Tracked you. You think I let you wander around London without knowing your every move?”
“Liar,” I hiss, knowing that’s not true.Or is it?
“You did what?” Ben snarls, gripping Eddie by his tee. “You utter fucker.”
“How?” I ask again, marching up to him.
“Zara, go upstairs,” Henry murmurs. “We’ve got this.”
