Page 85 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
You poor baby.
I wouldn’t have minded being stuck with them in an enclosed space for a while. In fact, the experience would probably be quite enjoyable.
Saint
None of the guys will give me a cuddle, sweetness. It’s so mean of them!
Mable
I’ll give you cuddles when you get home.
Saint
Suddenly, I’m feeling better!
Their banter had become familiar and comforting, but that only made me miss them more. Although it should have alarmed me how quickly they had become my home, I didn’t seem to care. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones.
The baby, as if knowing I was talking about them, chose that exact moment to roll over and kick me particularly hard in the gut.
“I can hear you,” I muttered, rubbing my stomach as I glanced down. “Your daddies will be home soon. If we’re lucky, we can nap this weekend away and they’ll be back before we know it.”
It was a nice notion, but a severely misguided one, because my baby bean had decided they wanted to party, and my uterus was the venue.
Every time I lay down to sleep, they would turn and wriggle violently, resting in the most uncomfortable positions so sleep was impossible.
Turning with a huff, I checked my phone. Three in the morning. I had only managed a few brief moments of sleep between Bean being an asshole and sitting on my bladder along with the general feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I couldn’t settle. My stupid omega instincts were cryptic and a pain in the rear, but they were grumbling.
They wanted the guys.
Alphas.
Cuddles.
Which was understandable. They were darn good snugglers, and I loved it, but something didn’t feel right when I was alone now. As I sat up in bed, glowering at the wall, mad at the world, my mind was running over how I had found myself in this situation.
A few short months ago, I was a highly independent omega who relied on no one. Sure, I’d been a bit lonely, but that simply meant I wouldn’t get hurt.
Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, and I furiously wiped them away, refusing to let them fall. I was being totally pathetic. The guys were away for two nights, that was it. It was the nature of their career, and I needed to get used to it, because there was no way their jobs were going to change anytime soon.
Pack Garnett were at the top of their game, quite literally. After some Internet sleuthing, I’d discovered that they’d been scouted young and had now played three seasons professionally, each one had been better than the last. Since they were publiclysingle, they were clear favorites with the female fanbase—another thing I was starting to feel unsure about. Jasper had wanted to post a picture of all of us, with my pregnant belly prominently on display, on his social media to let the world see how happy we were, but I had talked him out of it.
Between the four of them, they had alotof social media followers. Like, in the millions. Declaring our relationship to that many people had been a daunting prospect, and I had begged Jasper not to do it. He pouted about it for five minutes but quickly got over it because he was a sweet and understanding alpha like that.
The fact that I hated the idea that the world thought they were single was ridiculous, because I’d had the opportunity to let Jasper scream it from the rooftops and hadn’t taken it.
I was kind of regretting that.
Sighing, I flopped back onto my bed, a hand resting protectively on my bump. I should have stayed in the penthouse. Yes, it would be empty, but at least I would have their scents and belongings around me.
Although, I did have their scents in my nest. I had stolen several items of clothing to line my space and had been too embarrassed to tell them. I knew they would have handed over anything I wanted without batting an eye, but a small part of me became overwhelmed at the thought of asking, so I resorted to thievery.
The myriad of clothing that filled my nest held their scents, but it was quickly fading and my omega was crying that it wasn’t enough. Sigh.
Was I really this much of a baby?
I probably only had two or three hours of sleep, my emotions warring with my mind. It was exhausting, really, and with Bean doing their best to practice gymnastics, sleep was hardly achievable.
