Page 110 of Talk About… Dramay
A large window filled up a large portion of the back wall, light blocking curtains hanging around it.
The rest of the nest was bland—no style, no substance, just bare bones.
“Well, I guess we’ve got the base,” I managed, my heart breaking for our omega. It was part of their instincts to nest, and I knew it had to be driving her crazy.
I wondered if it had a little bit to do with how up and down her emotions and her heat spikes had been. She was craving her safe space, and she couldn’t have it, or rather,wouldn’tlet herself have it.
“Whatever we do, it can’t look like her old nest. I know that much. It’s just going to remind her of what we had, and I fucked up,” Cameron said firmly. His eyes spoke volumes of his pain, but his need to make this right was stronger.
“What did her old nest look like?”
“Not her style,” Cameron admitted. “It was like something out of a magazine. All cozy aesthetic but no real heart or style.”
“Well,” Roman said, “I happen to know our girl loves her mood boards. Let me go through her Packvlog account and see if I can find any.”
We all settled on the couch in the master bedroom as he searched through her socials to find one. It took some digging,but it looked like she had made one a while back, but the last picture she added was only a few weeks ago—after she’d already met us.
Hope and excitement started to build as he flipped through page after page, showing the space she’d created in her mind. It was full of bursts of colors, starting with a stained glass window, ending with colors that matched the colorful panes.
They were all deeper jewel tones—dark violets, teals, blues, greens, and a few hints of gold mixed in. It was beautiful and elegant. Just like our perfect omega.
She was intricate and complicated, but also so fucking trusting when she gave in, sweet, kind, caring, and selfless. I loved how much of her soul she put in everything she did.
“This is nothing like the one she had when we were together. This could work,” Cameron said. His shoulders relaxed and some of the shadows that had been in his eyes faded. It was a starting point, now we just had to get to work and make it a reality.
“How the hell do we get her stained glass?” I muttered, facing the most complicated part first. They made window clings but I wanted something more than fancy stickers for our girl.
Cameron clapped Roman on the arm. “Well, we have a resident artist. Do you think you could find supplies and paint that window for her by hand? Honestly, I think she’ll love it even more if it’s from you.”
Roman opened his mouth, stunned that Cam had asked him, but he quickly nodded. “Of course, I can. I’ll do anything for her. I’ll look up some designs. In the meantime, we’re going to need a lot of things. I’m going to send these screenshots to your phone, and we’re going to have to split up. I will head for the art store. You guys have to head for some nesting stores. Find everything you can and spare no expense. I’ll give you what I have. I know it’s not a lot, but if we combine, it’ll be…”
“It’s fine,” Cameron said. “I’ve more than saved up for this moment.”
“We’ve got money to spend,” Lane said, not missing a beat. “Cameron and I are on it.”
Roman hopped in his car a few minutes later, while we climbed into Cameron’s truck. He bypassed the nesting store in town and headed for the city. We needed a wider selection. I wasn’t settling for less because of limited stock. She deserved our effort.
“The store I’m heading for is about an hour away, but they are going to have a way bigger nesting selection. Hopefully, we can find everything we need. I also have a few antiques in mind that we could pick up from the store room, try to mix in her style.”
“That’s smart,” I agreed.
This was probably the first time Cameron and I had been spending time like this alone together, but the ride wasn’t awkward. He was tense, and I didn’t want to let it stay that way, so I quickly turned on the radio.
I paused when I had, by default, gone for rock music and looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Please tell me you’re not a country nerd.”
“Sometimes,” he said with a shrug, completely unapologetic. “But, I can handle this.”
He turned it up, so I didn’t question his tastes further.
Then he shocked the hell out of me when he started singing along. It was a fairly popular song, but I hadn’t pegged him for knowing the lyrics. I didn’t hesitate to join in.
This all alpha band was one of the best. The lead singer had a smoky voice that reminded me of my own, and I didn’t hold myself back as I belted it out.
The tension fell away, and instead, we basked in the moment of taking care of our omega. Our instincts were to provide for her and everything we were about to do was for her.
Even if she wasn’t quite ready for it, the nest was going to be perfect.