Page 79 of Surprise Mother Pucker
“Yeah. Where is he with that?” I asked. He had been spending all his free time in there. We had helped him paint and put down new flooring, but he’d insisted on doing a lot of the decorating himself. The pack had helped him with the bones, but he really wanted to do something for Kennedy himself.
“Last I checked, there was just a little more decorating to do, and I think he wanted to do some sanding in the nursery,” Eli explained. “I'm guessing that, now she’s staying over here, he's going to get his ass in gear.”
I nodded. “It'll be nice for her to have her own space here. Maybe then we can convince her to move in.”
Eli raised an eyebrow. “Do you think she would? I put off asking her because I don't want to rush into things too fast and scare her, but God, I hate not living with her. She's pregnant. Every night that I have to leave her alone, I swear a little bit of me dies.”
“We can be very convincing as a pack. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that. I bet we can have her moving in within two weeks of the nest reveal.”
“I guess we better get Storm to hurry up, then.”
I gently kissed the top of Kennedy's head. “Do you want me to go?” I asked. I didn't want to, but I could also respect that this was his bedroom, his omega, who was pregnant with his child, and he was probably feeling a bit possessive.
My chest burst with happiness when he smiled and shook his head. “I knew it was a good idea to buy a big bed,” he muttered as he walked around to the other side and slid under the covers, Kennedy between us.
“Please tell me Storm picked out a big bed for the nest.”
“He did, but I think we may need bigger,” Eli admitted as he looked longingly at Kennedy asleep on my chest.
“I'm sure we can find something online. How are Dumb and Dumber doing with the baby?”
“Decently. Actually, Storm has managed to feed her, and she's fast asleep in Storm’s arms while they watch a documentary about nature. Micha wanted to watch more of those dancing fruit videos, but Storm refused. He insisted thatCharlotte should be watching educational programs. Something about her brain being squishy and impressionable.”
It was boiling.
I’d never felt this warm when sleeping. Opening my eyes, I looked around, surprised to find I wasn’t in my own room. A second later, I remembered why—next to me was a sleeping Kennedy, who was cuddling one of Eli's pillows to her chest, a small smile on her face.
Next to her, Eli was on his back, dead to the world as well. We’d all slept through the night, judging by the daylight streaming in.
Storm must have managed all right, watching Charlotte for the night. No one had come storming into the bedroom in the middle of the night, begging for Kennedy's help. So, I was going to take that as a win.
Grabbing my phone, I shot Storm a text, asking how the night had gone. The only response I received was a photo of Charlotte curled up on his chest and several thumbs up and heart-eye emojis.
I sat up and Eli slowly opened his eyes. His face broke out into a large smile when he saw Kennedy snuggled up to his pillow. “Well, that's a nice sight to wake up to.”
I hummed in agreement.
Eli wrapped his arm around Kennedy, pulling her into his arms. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed her cheek from behind.
A burning desire erupted in my chest. Kennedy was so at ease with him as she snuggled back into his embrace, all sleepy and pliable. I wanted that, desperately so. Despite everything that had happened, Kennedy had given me the impression that she was open to that possibility.
“Morning,” she mumbled sleepily, grinding back on Eli, her violet and vanilla scent intensifying.
Eli bit back a grin, and it dawned on me exactly what she was doing.
Kennedy was grinding on his morning wood.
Just like that, my morning semi was rock hard.
Her eyes opened and met mine. She froze, biting her lip, realizing I had caught what she was doing.
“Morning.” She grinned sheepishly.
I shifted closer to her, still sitting up, so she was pressed between us. I watched her face intently for any sign that she was unhappy with the move. She wasn't displeased. To the contrary, her eyes went wide, and her scent intensified even further. Shelikedit.
“I should really go check on Charlotte,” Kennedy murmured, but her movements didn’t stop.
“I’ve already spoken with Storm, and Charlotte is happy napping on his chest,” I told her as my hand ran over her hip. She lifted her leg, so her thigh was draped over my hip, pulling me closer to her core.
