Page 80 of Talk About… Dramay
“God, I’m a lucky alpha,” he said, closing his eyes and taking a breath.
“You are,” I agreed before peeking my head back in my reading room. “Hey, we’re on baby duty, anyone else coming to meet my sweet nieces and nephew?”
“All of us,” Roman said, but it was unnecessary, the other three were already moving.
“Change into fresh clothes, the dust from working on the room won’t be good for little lungs,” Tate said as we all headed for the stairs.
Seeing my pack step up like this had me swooning.
Just wait until my pre-heat self saw them holding babies.
Talk about an ovary exploding scene.
Oriana
Holy shit. This was chaos. I’d never considered how having barely mobile babies could make for so much insanity, but I was quickly learning.
“Avery… let us help?” I asked as we stood in front of them. Avery and her packmates that I now knew as Ford, Cohen, and Mason all had dark circles under their eyes, greasy hair, and looked two seconds from falling over.
“Arden is at the clinic and we’re doing our best,” she said, voice and chin wobbling as she fought off tears. “Ori, I’m so damn tired.”
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to go upstairs and sleep. No guilt, no alarms. Just give us a rundown on what the babies need and when, where to find stuff, and all the important stuff.”
“But,” she started until Ford stepped in.
“What she means is thank you,” he said. “They just ate, but colic is a bitch, so is teething. They want to be held and walked around a lot. We actually keep a pretty solid journal going so in case someone has to step away or Arden comes home, he knows everything.”
They took a few minutes to show us around before they passed over the babies. Quinn was deposited into Lane’s arms, Lincoln in Tate’s, and Sophie in mine.
They were adorable, and thankfully, I could tell the girls apart. Sophie’s hair was thicker and she had a cute little birthmark on her temple.
“Go. Use white noise or something. Do not come back down for the next few hours,” I said, glaring to really get my point across.
“I owe you one, Ori,” Avery said as she kissed the babies then gave my head a sleepy pat. I snorted but didn’t call her on it.
“Nope. This is family,” I reassured her. “Now, go.”
She opened her mouth but Mason threw her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs. I heard a door close and soon the sound of white noise.
Good.
“Alright, who wants a baby to hold? Who wants to clean? Do you need help, Cam?”
“No, I’ve got my tools down there already,” he said as he slid on work gloves. “I’ll help when I finish. She’s got a space heater up there so they’ll be fine for now,” he said, giving my temple a quick kiss before disappearing down into the basement, closing the door behind him.
“I’m good,” Tate said. In fact, he and Lincoln, apparently, were a good match. The baby was tangling his little chubby fingers in Tate’s beard and babbling happily.
Lane had Quinn propped on his shoulder with a burp rag, bouncing slightly and patting her back as he did. She wasn’t crying and I wasn’t messing with that.
“Alright, you want a baby or to keep bossing us around?” Roman teased.
I glanced from him to Hudson before passing Quinn over to the alpha.
“Roman and I will take the first cleaning shift,” I decided. We’d already been a pretty good cleaning team since we’d moved in together, so this wouldn’t be too different.
Plus, I swear it’s easier to clean someone else’s house than your own.
“One room at a time, work together?” Roman asked.