Page 28 of Snowed In Sucker
Jett steps up to the back of the couch, holding something over my head.
“What’s that?”
Jett’s eyes practically sparkle. “Mistletoe. You know what that means.”
Instead of answering, I tilt my head back and pucker up my lips. Jett grins as he dips down and steals a soft kiss. My chest feels like it could burst with how much affection is stuffed inside of me.
I love this man. I love this man. I love this man.
I remember a long time ago, Jett told me that he never had much for trees or stockings. Sure, he had some lights and some tinsel, just the basics. Now, my dads walk over to the fireplace and hang up six stockings. Four of them have no names but two of them read ‘Landon’ and ‘Jett’. Jesus Christ, here comes the water works again.
“I hope you don’t mind,” my omega dad says sheepishly. “I thought it would be a cute housewarming gift.”
Jett looks over at me. He looks like he’s going into shock. Or maybe he can’t quite grasp how much my parents have truly accepted him into the pack before right now.
“Oh,” he says. “Thank you. They’re lovely.”
“Come here,” my omega dad says, holding out his arms. He’s much shorter than Jett but Jett curls himself down, allowing himself to be embraced by my father.
My heart cannot take much more of this. If these three keep this up, I’m going to be a blubbering mess for the rest of the night! I feel so incredibly lucky that this is my life. I have everything I could ever hope to have.
“Landon,” my alpha dad says slowly, looking between me and his mate. I’m brought back to the present, hoping I haven’t missed too much as I think about everything that’s happened,not just today but the last few months. “We have a question for you and there’s absolutely no pressure either way.”
“You’re freaking me out.” I look at my dads. “Is something wrong?”
He gives me a grin. “Have you thought about what you want to do with your house?”
I shrug. That’s not at all where I thought this was going. “I was probably going to get it all set up and put it on the market. If I’m lucky, someone nice who likes to keep to themselves will want to buy it.”
“What about someone you already know who might want to bother you often?” My omega dad asks tentatively.
“What do you mean? Do you know someone?”
Jett takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. He gives me a little squeeze. When I look over at him, he’s giving me a look I don’t understand. Finally, he grins and says, “I think they mean them.”
“Wait, what?” I look between my dads, my eyes watering again. “Fucking hormones,” I hiss out, wiping my face with my free hand and getting salt in my eye which only makes things worse. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Only if that’s okay. We’ve talked about it and we would love to be close. Raising four little ones all at once is going to take a village and we wanted to offer to be that village for you.”
I turn towards Jett. He looks unsure yet at the same time, he looks so incredibly happy. He gives me the tiniest nod to let me know we’re on the same page.
“Of course that’s okay,” I tell my dads. I try to get off the couch and hug them but I tip backwards, still not used to being so wide around the middle. Jett grabs my butt, helping to hoist me up off the couch.
I waddle around the table and by the time I get there, my dads have already stood up. I pull them both into a tight, fierce hug.I don’t think it’s possible to be any happier. I have my mate, my babies, and now my family here to help with everything. All of the worries that threatened to steal my joy are gone, replaced with the rightness of this moment.
Everything is going to fall into place. Jett and I don’t have to have it all figured out right this second. We can figure it out as we go as long as we do it together. We don’t have to do it alone either. We’ll have Himari. We’ll have my dads. We can do this.
“We won’t be able to move in right away but we can certainly move the essentials and make sure we’re here when the babies are born.”
“That sounds perfect. Thank you so much,” I say, crying again. Stupid hormones. I will never, ever tease my omega dad about being emotional ever again.
“We’ll have to throw you a welcome to the neighborhood party,” Jett says with a grin.
“Only if you promise to cook,” my dad says, pulling Jett into our awkward group hug as well. The scent of my pack surrounds me and I feel safe. More than that, I feel athome.
Chapter Twelve
Jett
