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He nods, watching Arden and Chelsea. “Yeah, we should probably figure out how the car seat fits in the SUV too.”
“Agreed.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chelsea
None of the guys go to work the next day. Arden and Lincoln spend most of the morning bringing in all the boxes from the garage to the bedroom that somehow was chosen for Luna’s nursery.
Not that I’m complaining. Having a set place for her to land has helped my anxiety tremendously.
It does stress me out a little to know the guys have colleagues specifically coming to stay in town in case anything should go wrong. But there is a benefit to knowing they can defend themselves, and me, if it comes down to it.
Skylar, my old neighbor, calls to send me the tracking information for the package, and I send her an extra hundred dollars for the hassle. I haven’t let myself consider what might be in that package. Part of me wants to hope there’s a letter or video recording for Luna. Something I can show her one day. Another piece of me hopes there is some kind of proof against those assholes. Illegal gambling is one thing, but the second Lincoln said the wordshuman trafficking,all bets were off.
I’ve been told my entire life how dangerous it is to be a female unbonded omega. Who knows, maybe the police can use that information as a catalyst to open a full-scale investigation.
My emotions are all over the place when I consider the possibility that Clark might have included something for me. The important thing is for Luna to get something from her dad, but I wouldn’t mind a little closure too.
Kase accompanies me over to my place after lunch to snag clothes and other necessities, since their coworkers need somewhere to stay. We strip the sheets off my bed and replace them with a clean set of my spare sheets from one of the bedding boxes.
Kase tosses the matching blanket over the top sheet as I gather the used bedding.
Hopefully, they’ll be bringing their own air mattresses, because outside of my bed and the couch, there’s nowhere else for anyone to sleep.
This may be the house I rented, but it doesn’t feel like home. Their housedoes. At some point, we’re going to need to consolidate my stuff over there.
Kase carries the pile of bedding out and tosses it into the laundry hamper. I should probably bring it back with us, so it’s not sitting over here while they have guests.
Once that’s done, I focus on finding clothes that I can still wear and a few things that will work after I give birth. I also need to find the baby hospital bag that I’ve had packed since before moving, but that’s buried in a box somewhere.
I hate asking Kase to dig through the pile of boxes to find it, but it has the outfit my mom brought me home from the hospital in. It’s important to me that we find it, because having that outfit makes it feel like my mom will be there with me.
It makes no rational sense, but I need something she held in her hands with me at the hospital.
It’ll give me strength.
Or that’s what I’d like to believe.
I really don’t want to go through this without her.
My feet ache worse than my eyes, and I slowly lower myself onto the sofa in my living room. I should be helping Kase, but I just need to sit for a minute—or three.
Maybe five, but no longer than ten.
Pregnancy is officially kicking my ass.
I’ve been having so many Braxton Hicks contractions that I’m starting to think some of them are the real deal. I should have a little over three weeks left, but my stomach seems to have dropped in the last couple of days. The internet was torn on if that means Luna will be coming sooner rather than later.
“I found it,” Kase calls out from the dining room. He jogs into the room with the box cradled in his arms. His face breaks out into a killer smile as he approaches.
There’s something about that expression on his face that makes my heart thump. He really is a delicious man. He’s, honest to God, one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen, but he’s not cocky about it. It’s kinda hard to believe.
He places the box down on the floor and pulls out the baby bag before handing it to me.
Kase drops down next to me and stretches over, grabbing my legs and bringing them to rest in his lap. “I saw some photo books in the box.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
