Page 83 of Talk About… Dramay

“Okay, enough of this, I need baby snuggles,” she said as she ordered us to put everything away.

Lane groaned as he stood, now relieved of the babies as Lucy and Sidney took over.

He stumbled over to me and pulled me into a hug. “Well, so much for relaxing and reading tonight, huh?”

It was just him teasing. He looked too content with our evening to regret it.

“So, you have fun babysitting?”

“They’re so sweet,” he said, practically with heart eyes. “When do I get to put a baby in you?”

I burst out laughing, covering it up and burying my face in his hoodie to not wake up the babies again.

“You’re my second mate to say that tonight. You’re all ridiculous,” I accused as soon as I’d calmed my laughter. I think I was overly tired now.

Or maybe just happy and light for the first time in far too long.

“That’s because we all want to lock you down, claim you, and breed you,” he said, oddly serious now. “I’m ready to settle down and have a family. If you need time, I support that. Just know that this life? I want it. All of it.”

Lane was ridiculous and blunt, but fuck if that didn’t have fresh tears forming. God, why was I such a mess right now?!

His nostrils flared and he bit back a groan.

“I think you’re going into heat soon, Princess. Let’s get some fresh air,” he urged, leading me to the porch.

I stood against the railing, looking out at the trees while he pressed himself against my back, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and resting his head on mine.

With the fresh mountain air surrounding us, the happiness that had settled in my chest, and his heat pressing into my back, I don’t think I’d ever felt so content.

It was just another reminder that I was exactly where I needed to be.

Oriana

“This is all mine,” I whispered as I looked around. It was just me and Roman now, because the others were on yetanotherround of transporting the antiques Cameron had in storage.

We didn’t have much more time before Cam was needed for a shift at the bar. The others were still in limbo and I could tell it was wearing them down. I couldn’t know how well my antique store would go over in this town, but with Artisan Fairs back up and running and tourists coming in, it might just be too much for me to handle alone.

My plan was to ask them. Honestly, the selfish part of me didn’t want to have to be alone any more than I had to.

Not after being alone for so long.

My omega was now borderline needy. Good thing they seemed to soak that in and never once made me feel like I was too much.

Even when I broke down in my heat spike the other day… something I was still embarrassed about.

“It is yours. How does it feel now that you’re settled in at home and have this? Is it everything you wanted?”

I considered his question. At one time I had mourned this home, the town, and my potential business.

Now that I had it all back, and them, I realized they were what I was most grateful about having.

“It feels nice. Not as nice as having a pack, though,” I admitted. “Thanks for trusting me, Roman.”

“Always, Stormy,” he said, pulling me into a kiss that had my toes curling and heat pouring through my veins.

He chuckled as he pulled away, eyes full of hunger. “We better stop before I trigger your heat. It’s close.”

He took a full breath, filling his lungs and letting out a guttural groan as my scent hit him.