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"Hmmm," I responded, not quite ready to go verbal yet.

They didn't press. Just smiled at me, and slowly, the morning began to move around me while I stayed still, safe, comfortable.

Daddy Grump shifted to kiss my shoulder, then my temple. Drew nuzzled into my hair and Annerly stretched and murmured something to William, who only grunted and pulled him closer.

No one asked anything of me.

No one expected me to do or be anything other than what I was in that moment.

Safe and happy.

For a few long peaceful minutes, I just enjoyed it. I was cared for.

And then it hit me.

This is what Honey had spoken about. Being... little. Not regressed exactly, not the way I imagined it happened when Daddies and littles had a scene. But quiet. Floaty. Peaceful. I had no cares, no worries. All the problems and stresses were someone else’s.

Eventually, Anton gently pushed my hair back from my face. "You doing okay, Little bit?"

I nodded slowly. Hummed again.

Drew brushed his knuckles over my cheek. "She's beautiful, isn't she? The most perfect Omega in the world. Exactly right for us.

"You've got that right," Daddy William rumbled, finally awake. His voice was hoarse, heavy with sleep. "OurOmega."

A wave of affection rushed through me so strongly I nearly teared up. But the big emotions ran over me, not overwhelming me like it might have in the past.

Eventually, someone's stomach growled, and a few low chuckles rolled through the room.

I realised it was mine, but couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed.

"Does our girl want some breakfast?"

I snuggled in closer to Daddy Grump in response to his question before nodding against his chest.

"How about some waffles?" Drew asked, and I wiggled in excitement.

"Waffles," Annerly agreed.

We all stirred slowly, each man in the pack spoiling me with soft touches, kisses, and whispered words as they got up.

I stayed a moment longer, wrapping the blanket covered in their scents around myself.

When I couldn't hide out any longer I padded out to the kitchen, still wrapped in the blanket, my body loose and soft with sleep. I dropped into the chair they offered me without thinking, letting my bare toes curl against the warm wood floor.

William set a plate of waffles down in front of me. Steam curled up in the golden morning light.

"Eat, sweetheart. You need something in your belly."

I blinked down at the food for a moment, the realness of it all finally landing. The comfort. The safety.

I picked up my fork, took a bite, and finally found my voice. "What now?"

The pack stilled. Four pairs of eyes turned toward me with varying degrees of tenderness and surprise.

Annerly leaned forward, hand warm over mine. "Now we talk. About what you want. What we want. How we make this work as a pack."

Drew grinned. "Hopefully, after we're all filled with our waffles."