Page 81 of Talk About… Dramay

“Yup,” I agreed as I pulled out the cleaning supplies from the child-locked cupboard and got things ready. “Living room so they can have the babies in there as soon as possible?”

“Perfect,” he agreed as I turned toward the living room and smiled. They were so damn cute right now. All three men were cooing at the triplets and standing close, soft smiles on their faces.

“Oh no, are you coming down with it?” Roman asked, gasping dramatically.

“What?” I groaned, waiting for the punchline. This pack was the king of dad jokes.

“Baby fever,” he said, giving me a knowing look then letting his eyes trail down. “Though, I do have to say, the idea of your belly growing with my baby does something to me.”

“We’re not even all bonded yet,” I snorted as I gestured to the men in the next room.

“But you want to be?” he asked, serious now and voice pitched low enough it was between us.

“Yeah, I do,” I admitted quietly. “I feel like I shouldn’t. That maybe I’m forgiving Cameron too quickly. But when I thinkabout what feels right… I want to forgive him. We were so young and we both made mistakes built out of pain and grief.”

“If you feel it’s right, then it’s right. Fuck everyone else. I mean, keep making him work for it, but you don’t have to stay angry or upset. There’s no rule book for this kind of thing.”

Roman was always my mate that had no issue telling me like it was. I relied on him in moments like these more than I probably should, but he was my rock. The one I knew was always honest, yet thoughtful.

“Have I said thank you lately? For being incredible? You left a whole life behind for me,” I said, studying him so I could catch every facet of his reaction.

He smiled indulgently. “It wasn’t a hardship. I wasn’t letting you get away. Plus, I loved my family and they were always around and amazing, but also a little… suffocating. Just wait until I invite them down.”

“I can’t wait,” I said, bumping my hip to his. We’d meant to plan a dinner with his family but with the doctor’s appointment going south like it did, we didn’t waste time getting down here.

“Come on, we’ve got our work cut out for us,” he said, kissing my temple before heading into the living room.

Their house was already clean, it was just the mess of having three babies and no sleep.

We made quick work of picking up then I dove in with sanitizing everything. When that was finished they settled in front of the fireplace while we moved to the kitchen.

I winced as I opened the fridge, realizing just how much takeout leftovers they had.

“No, Mama Whitaker would lose her mind,” I muttered before taking out my phone and calling. I still had her number saved.

“Hey, my girl, how are you?” she asked, Lucy’s familiar voice hitting me hard. I smiled this time instead of dreading it, letting the mom she was to me have space now.

“So, the pack and I are here while Cam is fixing Avery’s heater, and we’re trying to clean up. But… I think we need to fill their fridge again. I’m guessing they ran out of the stuff you all baby prepped for. But the triplets are teething and it’s a bit chaotic and there’s a whole lot of takeout,” I explained in a rush.

“Leave it to me, I’ll gather the others and get started,” she promised. “That girl, I told her to let me know if there was anything I could do.”

“Knowing Avery, she didn’t want to be a pain,” I said with a chuckle. “But they are napping now, they’ll wake up to a clean house, and hopefully heat if Cameron can fix it.”

“I’m glad you’re home, Oriana. This family missed you,” she said. “Give me an hour and we’ll be there. I have a backup list of quick freezer and crockpot meals we can prep. I’ll snag Sidney on the way.”

“You’re the best. See you soon,” I said before ending the call. Roman had moved on to clean the bathroom, and Tate was there, watching me while bouncing Lincoln gently.

The smile on his face was gentle enough I blushed.

“What?”

“My omega just has a big heart. I like that,” he said simply, as if he were stating an everyday fact. The easy conviction had me swallowing down a lump in my throat. I swear, these men had a way of making me feel so seen and appreciated. He noticed my reaction, moving closer and pressing his forehead to mine, trapping a giggling baby between us.

“Not alone anymore, remember? Get used to us reminding you how amazing you are,” he said, brown eyes focused on me so intently it took everything in me not to look away.

The basement door creaked open, making us step apart so I could suck in a breath.

“Hey, can someone come hold a light for me? The lighting down here sucks,” Cameron said. His hair was sticking out at a crazy angle and he had dirt across his cheek. I bit back a laugh but nodded.