Page 83 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“We’ve got some cheesecake that goes out of date tomorrow,” Percy said as he rummaged through the fridge.
Mable’s head popped up. “Oh, don’t throw that out!” she rushed to say, quickly dashing across the room to where Percy was emptying the fridge.
“I’ll box it up for you,” he said, going to the cabinet to grab a small container, but Mable shook her head, biting back a smile as she pulled open the silverware drawer and took out a fork. Holding it up, she beamed at Percy.
“Now, please,” she said sweetly.
Her excitement was impossible to ignore. Percy handed her the cheesecake, and she dove in with an enthusiastic giggle. Dancing on the spot as she shoved a forkful of the stuff into her mouth, her hips swayed as she did a little happy dance.
Mable found complete joy in the smallest of things. It was one of several traits she possessed that I found so endearing.
“If you like that, we can always pick up some more on the way back. The place is open late,” Percy suggested as he went back toclearing the fridge. “The least we can do after leaving you for a few nights is stock you up with delicious goodies.”
Mable nodded enthusiastically. “You know what? I amnotgoing to say no to that. And actually, I’m pretty sure that the baby has a real craving for French toast!”
I chuckled, shaking my head. That was definitely more of a Mable craving than a baby craving because she was obsessed with all things breakfast.
Given our scents, that made me very happy.
“Well, luckily for you, I’m pretty sure that place also makes a French toast-themed cookie of some sort,” I said, leaning against the kitchen island.
Her eyes widened, and she looked at me with such ecstatic hope that I couldn’t help but smile.
“Okay, I think I need to go there. You know, I never used to like late-night snacks, and then I got pregnant and everything changed. Now, as soon as the clock hits midnight, I go on the hunt for treats.”
As she spoke, she tilted her head to the side, lost in thought, like it was a new discovery for her. For us, it wasn’t.
Percy smirked. “We know. Every time you message us about a craving, it’s usually in the dead of night. Why do you think we have an entire drawer dedicated to snacks?”
“Wait, that wasn’t always there?” she asked, the fork halfway to her mouth.
I shook my head, walking closer to her and Percy. “Do you really think candy lasted long around here before you? When you started coming over, we stocked the drawer with extra and made a rule that no one but you could take snacks from there.”
“So it’smysnack drawer.” Her whisper was almost in awe.
“Yes, it’s all yours,” I confirmed, pulling her in for a side hug as she turned back to her cheesecake.
After all, a well-fed pregnant omega was ahappypregnant omega.
“Make sure you message us regularly. I know we won’t always be able to answer, but wewillcheck whenever we can.”
I insisted on being the one to drive Mable back to her dorm. Being the first to get my bag packed and organized had its perks. We didn’t have long before we needed to be at the rink to meet with the team and get on the bus, so the others were scrambling to get packed.
“I’ll message so much, you’ll be sick of me,” Mable insisted sweetly, leaning over the center console to kiss my cheek. Her lips were soft against my skin, leaving her sweet maple scent behind.
“Impossible. I could never be sick of you.”
She chewed her lip awkwardly, hardly able to meet my eyes. “Can… you know what? Never mind.”
“What’s up?” I asked, reaching for her cheek and rubbing my thumb up and down.
“Can I steal your sweatshirt?” she asked, her face flushing as she did so.
She wanted my scent. The navy blue hoodie I was wearing was old and a little worn, but it was drenched in my scent.
“Of course you can,” I said, probably a little too quickly, and grabbed the neck of the sweatshirt, pulling it over my head. Her eyes lit up as I handed it to her, and all my instincts hummed pleasantly. I wanted her wearing my scent, too. If I couldn’t be with her for a few days, this was as good a middle ground as I was going to get.
The idea of her snuggled up in her nest wearing the sweatshirt eased the lingering tension in my neck, and I smiled.
