Page 27 of I Replaced His Husband
But there was one more thing I had to bring up. I cleared my throat and kept my voice careful.
"I need a shower. But before I go… Adam told me you get night cramps. He said I should sleep here in case you need help. I know you don’t want to talk, but I’d really appreciate some guidance so I can do what you need. Can you tell me what to expect?"
Kay slowly rolled onto his back again, a flush creeping up his cheeks.
"Yeah. I get painful cramps a couple of times during the night. It happens sometimes to widowed or lonely omegas in pregnancy."
That extra bit of explanation surprised me. Was he trying to present it in a rational, normal way so he wouldn’t feel weird about it?
Trying to keep a matching, neutral tone, I asked,
"So I stay here, but how do I help?"
"The solution is usually just…" he trailed off, lips tightening.
"Just what?"
"To put the penis there and leave it. No need to move or anything."
"But moving isn’t off limits?" I inquired quietly.
"No. Not forbidden." Kay’s cheeks stayed pink.
"How often does it happen?"
"Sometimes twice. Sometimes four times a night."
"That much? How have you been managing?"
His expression tensed again, irritated.
"Dildos. Can we stop talking? I think that’s all you need to know."
"Got it. I’ll shower and come back."
Kay stared at the ceiling as I stood, but as I turned away, I felt his eyes sweep over my naked back. Somehow, I just knew he liked what he saw.
Wearing only my boxers, I left the room and headed for the shower.
Under the warm stream of water, I kept replaying the moment Kay tore apart his own nest. It felt wrong, deeply unsettling. His behavior was turning self-destructive, and I couldn’t help worrying about his mental state. He swung from anger and hostility to cold detachment, and at times he even seemed almost provocative, seductive. Obviously, he was in turmoil, and it wasn’t like I was surprised by that, knowinghow hard his situation was. But usually, in stressful or anxious moments, omegas cling to nesting evenmore. It brings comfort, a sense of safety, and helps regulate emotions. But Kay was doing the opposite. And I knew what I had seen with the nest was only the tip of the iceberg.
Why were his brothers ignoring it?
Did they even notice? They had to! His nest was a mess! Maybe, as betas, it was even more taboo for them to mention it. Still, they should’ve at least tried to get him some help, like a therapist, a nesting doula, or something else.
I decided I’d bring it up later. For now, though, our first night together was ahead of us, and I needed to be ready, mentally and physically.
When I got back to his room, he was fixated on something on his tablet, with the pieces of his nest scattered beside the bed.
Unsure what to do, I hesitated for a moment. Since he didn’t look up or acknowledge me, I slowly sat down on the empty side of the bed. Feeling kind of awkward, I lay on my side, facing away from him, and pulled the blanket over myself. He didn’t want to talk… so what now?
Strangely enough, in that silence, that void where no words were allowed, something new showed up. Something unexpected. We weren’t talking, but it felt like we were still… connecting. I could almost sense him through the air itself. It was as if I’d been tuned into his frequency, a satellite picking up signals from his celestial body. Why was I so locked onto a stranger like this?
I lay there thinking about it for maybe half an hour, until I heard some rustling. He turned off the light and got into bed beside me. Then it was quiet again. I must’ve dozed off pretty quickly, but some movement near my back woke me.
My dick was rock hard, which honestly caught me off guard. Why was I so synced with Kay, even though I wasn’t in rut?
There wasn’t even a small light on in the room, so I couldn’t see anything, but somehow I knew he was still awake. I slowly reached out and found him in the dark. He was warm, and trembling. Was he curled up? This wasn’t a moment for teasing.
