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Mable
Thank you. I’m just going to eat my ramen and try to get an hour of sleep myself.
Percy
Instant ramen?
Mable
Too lazy to cook anything else. I’m sure I will eat plenty of vegetables when I come to the penthouse for dinner tomorrow. Also, this is what the baby wants to eat. Are you really going to deprive the baby of what it wants to eat?
Percy
No, I’m not that stupid.
Mable
Good boy.
Jasper
OMG, Maple girl. Please call me good boy while you ride my cock. Fuck. Fantasizing about that all night.
Percy
Dude! Group chat! Ugh. I need to wash my eyeballs now.
Laughing, I put the phone down and turned toward my nest, where Devin was lightly snoozing.
Thinking for a moment, I picked my phone back up and opened a takeout app. Thankfully, there was a café not far from me that was open late and would deliver chicken noodle soup.
Because when you were sick, the one thing that could make you feel better was chicken noodle soup.
Twenty minutes later, the intercom buzzed as I sat at my little table, studying. Devin hadn’t moved, only continued to snore as I worked on my latest assignment.
After thanking the delivery driver and giving him a tip, I padded back to my kitchen area, grabbing one of the extra-large mugs I used for tea. The alpha had seemed pretty out of it when he had come to my dorm, so I didn’t want to give him a bowl and a spoon. That felt like a recipe for disaster.
A mug would be much easier to hold.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” I said softly, crawling into the nest and lightly nudging Devin.
“W-what?” he mumbled, turning over and pressing his face into my nest. If I hadn’t been so concerned about his health, I would have been howling with laughter at the sight.
“I’ve got food for you, and water,” I said softly.
“Food?” He was so groggy, his voice muffled by fabric as he decidedly did not move to sit up.
“Yeah, chicken noodle soup. How does that sound?”
With a groan and a long exhale, Devin finally sat up, looking at me through hazy eyes. “I’m not hungry,” he grumbled.
“You’re sick. You need to eat your soup and drink this bottle of water, and then I’ll let you sleep some more, okay?”
His eyes narrowed, like he was assessing me for a moment, before he frowned. “What happens if I don’t?” he asked like a petulant child, arguing about what would happen if they didn’t eat their vegetables.
“Then you’re not allowed to sleep in my nest,” I said simply, clocking him with a stare that brooked no argument. “Your pack mates will come get you, and you’ll have to go back to the penthouse.”
He glowered at me before holding out his hand and taking the mug. He sipped at it, humming appreciatively as I cracked open the bottle of water, taking a sip myself before handing it to him.
