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It’s tiny and there’s no nest, but I do love it. My favorite part is that we’re all together, and we’ll have that in a house too. I just don’t want it to be anything like the houses I grew up in.
Shaw catches my eyes and nods. “We get it. There’s a huge difference between a 2500 square foot house and a 10,000 square foot mansion.”
“Five or six bedrooms sounds grand,” Omen says, squeezing my ass. “That way, we’ve got a few extra rooms for kids if they ever make their way into our pack.”
I run my fingers over his T-shirt and shrug. I’m still really young, but the idea of kids doesn’t terrify me anymore. I’d have an entire pack at my side to help, and I would love to have a similar relationship to the one I had with my own mom, except with a daughter of my own.
Knowing my luck, I’d have five boys and give up trying for a girl. Either way, it’s not something we have to decide right now, but I know Omen and Valor don’t have any family outside of us. I could probably be sweet-talked into procreating… Somewhere a few years down the line.
For now, I just want to enjoy my life with my guys.
“One more thing,” Valor rumbles, grabbing my left hand. He quickly slides something onto my finger, and I gasp.
“It’s a little late, since we’re already married and bonded,” Leo says. “But consider this another courting gift. It’s from the four of us.”
It’s a princess-cut diamond solitaire in a low setting, and it isbeautiful.I have no idea how big it is, but it takes up most of the top of my ring finger.
“I love it so much,” I whisper.
“Not as much as we love you, princess,” Shaw says, and my heart races.
I know they do.
If I could go back in time to keep from being kidnapped, I wouldn’t do it. There were some terrifying and ugly moments, but ending up here made it all worth it.
Epilogue
Shaw
Six Weeks Later
House hunting has been an experience. We’ve found a few here or there that we truly thought would betheone, but Saylor has taken her time. Even if the four of us have been claustrophobic as hell in the apartment, we still let it ride and went along on seventeen house tours.
Our realtor was ready to be done with us after ten or eleven, but he took home a tidy commission check, and we’re finally settled into Saylor’s dream house. It’s the opposite of an open-floor plan, with decent-sized rooms that are all enclosed. It’s a little over 3,000 square feet, with plenty of space for us to grow into and a huge backyard.
The primary bedroom is unreal, with enough room to house the specialty bed we just got last week. It has two king-size beds built together in one four-poster canopy frame. There are two gigantic walk-in closets, an attached bathroom, and a nest.
The fact we ended up buying in Easton’s neighborhood makes me chuckle when I think about it. It wasn’t intentional; Saylor just so happened to fall in love with this one. At least we know his pack is right down the street if the facility ever tries their luck again. I don’t see it coming to that, but sometimes I wonder what happened to Conrad and McCabe.
Valor and I have just finished assembling the new barstools. He takes the boxes out while I gather all the tools and leftover pieces, tossing them into a zippered baggy and labeling it with the project. This place is really coming together, but we still need to buy more furniture. The stuff we brought from the apartment looks sparse.
Movement catches my eyes from the hallway that leads to the laundry room. Our washer and dryer came with the apartment, so we had to invest in new ones for the house. That led to a huge pileup of dirty clothes while we waited for them to be delivered.
I never realized how much laundry five people produce, and some of our gym clothes are especially ripe, to the point I’m not sure how she can stand the stench. Saylor has spent a fair amount of time picking through the dirty laundry baskets, digging out the items she wants for her nest.
I stride down the hallway and stop in my tracks when the omega in question pops out of the laundry room with a giant basket in her arms. Her eyes widen, and she takes a tentative step back as I chuckle.
“How are we supposed to wash it if you keep stealing all of our dirty clothes?” I ask, planting my hands on my hips.
Her lips push together, and her adorable nose wrinkles. “I’ll buy you more clothes. I need these.”
Fucking hell.
I love her sexy little ass so damn much.
“Want me to carry it up for you?” I ask, holding out an arm and wiggling my fingers.
“Will you give it back once we make it up to the nest?”
