Page 37 of Small Town Shy Omega
“I know, man,” Blake huffed, continuing the chicken chopping. “I thrive in other ways. Reciting poems for our Omega. Telling her she’s the most perfect girl to ever live.”
Josh nodded. “Laylaisperfect, bro. It’s hard to imagine the life we lived without her.”
“Before we met Layla, we mainly just worked, maintained our home, and tried to stay outta trouble,” Dreydon gritted out. “Now, we have a new reason to live. An Omega: when a pack finds their Omega, Alphas need to grow up. They can’t keep being little boys, always focusing on their own pleasure.”
Josh nodded. “We know what a pack needs to focus on. Not pursuing pleasure like in the past, but pleasuring their Omega.”
“Protecting her,” Blake growled, an enamored look drifting over his eyes. “Keeping her safe. Ensuring she has a safe nest nook where she can gather blankets, sweaters, and pillows, to build the coziest nest she can. That’s an Omega’s job, man. If she doesn’t feel safe, how can she do important work?”
Josh smiled, warmth clearly in his chest.
“We just handle the grunt work,” Josh growled, nodding. “She handles… the real stuff. Crocheting mittens. Baking sherbet cookies. Planting herbs. We don’t have a green thumb, and we’d probably crush sherbet cookies if we tried to bake them.”
“The more I talk about this with you bros, the better I feel.” Blake sighed masculinely. “I mean, I was skeptical that Layla would even let us court her, and we’ve been blessed. Very, very blessed.”
“Focus on her pleasure,” Dreydon growled, seriousness and determination in his voice. “That’s what our Layla deserves. Nothing but pleasure, and safety, and coziness and comfort in her nest.”
“Do you think she’ll invite us into her nest?” Blake shot a look at Josh. “I mean, after Dreydon finishes painting the doorframe outside her nest nook in the pastel color she chose?”
“I believe she will,” Josh said, then he waggled his brows.
The pack let out a laugh, and all the Alphas finished up the dinner.
Dreydon cut carrots and root veggies.
Josh finished kneading the dumplings.
And Blake?
He chopped chicken just like Gordon Ramsey.
Josh formed each dumpling, staring admiringly at the way they looked.So soft and country-fresh,he whispered, offering up a quick prayer to Fate to thank her for such fresh ingredients.
I was in awe. My heart raced, and I pressed my fingers to my neck.
They… were cooking for me? And discussingpositivethings behind my back?
Food was better in Applewood Falls, fresher and far more delicious. Everything was more wholesome when it was homegrown.
A wan sunbeam drifted through the open window, spilling over the flour. Little grains hovered in the air, suspended like diamonds.
Fresh herbs were cut over the dough, blending flour with parsley and chives. It smelled delicious.
The Alphas prepared the soup. Blake poured broth in a big pot, and Dreydon dumped in the carrots and root vegetables that needed to cook first. The celery would go in last, because otherwise it’d turn mushy.
Josh plopped the dumplings in the broth, each one falling with a gentle splash.
The soup smelled delicious, it would be good.
“Do you think she’ll like it?” Blake put his fingers on his throat, likely to stave off his anxiety.
Josh chuckled, the pack setting out plates, spoons, and drinks.
“Oh, Blake I’m sure she’ll love it, she likes snug and cozy things. This chicken-and-dumpling soup is the snuggest and coziest of all, least of all because we prepared it.”
Blake grinned, filling the wine glasses. “If she doesn’t like it, I call dibs on walking her into Applewood Falls to buy her a cinnamon roll.”
“You really think she’d prefer a cinnamon roll to our soup?” Dreydon growled.
