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“He’s not wrong, you know,” Saint said. “We could use a place with a yard in a few years so the kiddo can run around. Maybe a pool so we can teach them to swim.”
That sounded fucking perfect. Hopefully, by then, we would be expanding our family even more—if Mable was open to having more children.
We hadn’t discussed it yet, because it felt somewhat insensitive to ask about future babies while she was still in the process of growing the first one.
“This place ismorethan enough,” Mable insisted, picking up a blanket and padding over to the nest, draping it over the corner before stepping back to observe her handiwork.
Devin nodded. “Okay,” he said, but I could tell he didn’t really mean the words—he was merely giving in temporarily.
Mable could see right through him as well, but she opted to ignore it, instead returning to nesting and ordering us around like a pro. It pleased me more than I could express that she was comfortable enough to do that. Her reserved personality often meant she often failed to ask for what she wanted, and with us, that was the last thing we desired.
Mable commanding us to arrange nesting materials and build furniture with that cute little frown that meant she was deep in thought? It thrilled me to my bones.
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“I think the canopy is right?” Jasper said, cocking his head to the side.
“It’s crooked!” Saint insisted.
We had spent the better part of thirty minutes building the damn thing, and since it was for Mable, we were determined to get it right.
“I’m going to ask her opinion, because we all know that if she doesn’t think it’s crooked and we make it crooked, we’ll end up taking the whole thing down and rebuilding it when we could be spending time with her.”
Jasper had been nodding along until the last part when his eyes went wide. “I want more time with our girl! Go ask her while I finish bolting the supports!”
The omega in question had wandered off about twenty minutes earlier, muttering about throw blankets and color coordinating. I assumed she was going through the pile of nesting supplies in the living area… or the kitchen. Then again, there were also a few piles in our bedrooms. We had really gone overboard with the nest buying, and our accountant would probably have a heart attack when he saw the numbers, but I didn’t have it in me to care.
What was the point of making money if we couldn’t spoil our omega the mother of our child?
“Mable? We need a tie breaker, and your opinion is the only one that matters,” I declared as I strode into the open-plan living and kitchen space. “We ne—” I trailed off as I saw the lump on the sofa.
Moving closer, a smile spread across my face as I saw Mable curled up, clutching one of the throw pillows, surrounded by nesting materials, fast asleep. Her face was so peaceful, half smashed into the pillow. Kneeling next to the sofa, I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. Fuck, she was beautiful, and she had no idea just how obsessed I was with her.
Nest building could wait. For now, my pack and I would tidy up the apartment—not the nest, since that was Mable’s territory and she could work on it when she had more energy. For a while, I was going to sit with my sleepy omega and bask in her presence.
Chapter 38
Mable
“Promise me you’ll tell Spencer or his team whenever you leave the penthouse?” Devin asked for probably the twentieth time as he kissed me goodbye.
They had to leave.
Again.
We’d enjoyed one week of bliss, living together in our pack pile of limbs and pillows, and now they had to leave for another stupid game. I hated away games. They were officially my least favorite things on the planet. We were now entering the official season, where all the games mattered and carried serious consequences.
Yeah, it was safe to say I wasn’t happy about it, but I was doing my best to hide it from my alphas. The last thing they needed was a guilt trip before they left.
At least I was staying in the penthouse now, instead of the dorms. I fully intended to crawl into their beds when I missed their scents and wrap myself up in all thingsthem.
Yet again, my omega instincts were a bitch, but I was chalking that up to the pregnancy.Damn hormones.
“Text us, constantly,” Jasper insisted, his face oddly serious, considering he usually behaved like he never had a serious thought in his head.
“You know I will,” I assured him, but couldn’t resist rolling my eyes.
“Brat.” He laughed, sticking his tongue out at me.
