Page 63 of Talk About… Secrets
“Oh, the movers are here,” Spencer said as he looked out one of the large windows.
Cade and I both dropped our rags and rushed out after him to see a huge moving truck backing into the parking lot, lining up toward the front door.
Since they were keeping their penthouse in the city, I assumed they wouldn’t have much to bring.
Clearly, I’d assumed wrong.
Beck looked at Drew, running a hand over his stubble. I’d only ever seen him clean-shaven, but I kind of liked the rugged look it gave him.
“We didn’t have time to paint the rooms or redo the flooring up there,” Drew reminded him. “It might be best to have them unload into the garage, and then we take it from there.”
Cade groaned. “Wasn’t that the whole point of hiring movers? So we didn’t have to lug that stuff around?”
“A little hard work will do us some good,” Spencer laughed, clapping the pouting beta on the shoulder. “And the sooner we get it all done, the sooner you can get your hands on a studio space.”
That had Cade biting his tongue, though he still looked reluctant.
I knew damn well they weren’t going to let me lift a finger to move anything.
“You know, we could spend the extra money, hire someone to come in and do all the flooring, all the painting, give them our plans and then come back a week later to enjoy it,” Beckett hedged.
“Not a chance,” Drew protested, throwing his hands up, but he was biting back a laugh. “Come on, you soft, city boys! This is our chance to provide a home, one that we used our own hands to help build. There’s something to be said for that. You have an entire week off, and I will concede, whatever doesn’t get done, we can hire in help when you go back to work.”
The alpha sighed but nodded, knowing Drew was partially right. Even I’d put in work before we’d found out I was pregnant.
The protests were cut off as they got to work. Then it was a flurry of movers carrying in box after box for the guys, and then they moved on to furniture. Pretty soon, most of the bay was full of their things.
It only had me wanting to get my own. I couldn’t wait to see this place transformed. But Drew was right, there was a certain kind of pride that came with turning your house into a home, and not just having someone do it for you.
He’d already taught me how to use power tools, and I was just getting started. They would just have to handle their pregnant omega lending a hand in smaller ways.
Plus, I made safety goggles and face masks look adorable.
Within an hour, the movers were finally done, and we were left with just us again. I was thankful that it wasn’t awkward when we were alone. It had settled into something new and strange, but still comfortable.
The bonding only helped that along.
“Looks like we’re going to be roommates sharing that big old bed a little bit longer,” Spencer said with fake sadness that had me laughing.
Such a hardship.
“That’s fine by me,” I answered, a little shudder running through me at the thought of that bed that we had properly christened the night before.
Before I could get caught up in their charms, I hurried to the kitchen to finish up the dishes.
Our big kitchen was still outdated, but Drew had brought home a catalog from the local appliance store. I’d already circled some of my favorites, and hopefully, in a few days, we’d have the replacements delivered and our old ones hauled away.
Little by little, this firehouse was becoming a pack house. It was so much better than I ever imagined. The little flares of character, like the exposed bricks and the fire pole, were still some of my favorite features.
Though, we might have to figure something out when we had this baby crawling around. Thank god we had Drew who was handy with tools. He could build some kind of barrier around the pole.
As we settled into organizing the chaos, I couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“So, who’s ready to talk about their families? Their past? We really don’t know enough about each other.”
“We did dive right in, didn’t we?” Cade agreed as he settled in beside me, drying the dishes I handed over. “Well, I’m an open book. My family and I really aren’t close. They weren’t bad parents, they were just caught up in each other. My siblings all kind of moved on after we were old enough and didn’t really look back. Everybody’s fine with it that way.”
He shrugged like it was no big deal, but I hated it. The feeling of knowing you just didn’t belong was one I was familiar with.
