Page 108 of Talk About… Dramay

“I love it,” I said, smiling even wider at the fact that they were starting to make the house theirs as well. I wanted it to be our home, and they didn’t hesitate to step in and do just that.

“Do you want to get anything for your nest? There’s a nesting supply booth over there,” Roman asked.

Despite how open I’d been with Roman about pretty much everything else, this was the one thing that I’d conveniently ignored through all of our relationships.

It was something I’d have to get my shit together with, really fucking soon. So, instead of addressing the elephant in the room,I followed where he was pointing, walking ahead of them so they couldn’t see the panic on my face.

I fixed it before I got there, smiling sweetly at the excited group of omegas behind it.

The guy showed me a few things, and I added about half of them to the growing pile. I picked up a few things in my own style that would probably go in my bedroom, and that was okay.

Or at least, that’s what I was telling myself.

Cameron insisted on paying and shockingly no one protested.

Now that the guys were loaded down with bags, we had no choice but to head back to the car, hoping we had enough room to put it all in.

I ignored the uneasy feeling that was growing in my stomach and focused on the fact that Henry was passed out, belly up, on Hudson’s lap, and that every single one of my guys was relaxed and happy.

No matter what, this day had been a success.

But I knew the moment that they tried to put these things in my nest, I’d have to face the fact that I no longer knew how to be an omega, or how to make myself nest without breaking down.

Lane

We’d all noticed the switch in Oriana’s demeanor. She closed her eyes and snuggled into the seat on the way back.

She seemed happy and content on the outside, but I’d seen how she’d tensed when we walked up to the stall for the nesting materials.

It also hadn’t slipped my notice that she’d avoided talking about a nest. I just thought she was private about it.

However, that reaction told a different story.

When we got home, she muttered something about having to use the bathroom and ran upstairs, leaving us alone.

“Is it just me, or is our omega freaking out about nesting?” I asked, not bothering to beat around the bush. Who knows how long we had to figure this out.

“She never did before, but…” Cameron trailed off because we all knew what he was about to say.

“Has she had a nest since she’s known you, Roman?” Hudson asked, looking concerned now, too. His dark eyes were full of worry as he glanced at the stairs. There wasn’t a sound drifting down them yet.

She was definitely hiding from this.

Tate took a moment to let Henry outside before joining us. “We need to talk about her heat anyway,” he pointed out. “Limits and consent, all of that. I refuse to go into one without knowing what makes her feel comfortable and safe. She’s closer to it hitting, I felt it this morning when she kissed me.”

Roman glanced nervously at the clock on the wall. “Well, it’s been about five minutes. Let’s go up and see if she’s done.”

We went up collectively as a pack. I hoped it didn’t freak her out more to see us all as a united front, but we all had to be involved in this conversation.

She couldn’t keep hiding from us.

I was the first to reach the door, knocking softly. I could hear her moving around inside, so I knew she wasn’t in the bathroom any longer. She opened the door with a frown. She was guarded now.

I glanced behind her to see the bags for her nest sitting outside the door along with older bags, too.

The door itself was still firmly closed.

“Hey, we just wanted to talk really quick,” I started off, but Hudson took over. He was always the more eloquently spoken one when it came to hard topics, so I was happy to let him lead.