Page 166 of Daisy

"How tiny?" August asks, suspicious.

Hawk grins. That trouble-making grin that means chaos. "Remember how we wanted a cozy little nursery?"

"Hawk," I warn.

"Well, it's big enough for triplets now. Maybe quads. We're very prepared."

Gunner appears in the doorway, trying not to smile. "He cut the studs wrong. Had to rebuild the whole wall."

"Details," Hawk waves him off, then drops to his knees beside my chair. His hands frame my belly, caramel scent going soft with wonder. "What do you think, little princess? Ready for your palace?"

Our baby girl kicks enthusiastically. Right against his palm.

Hawk's face lights up like she just agreed with him.

"Breakfast." Cassian's quiet voice cuts through the chaos. Dark amber and musk, steady and grounding. He's been making eggs while we talked, taking care of us like he always does.

We gather around our table. All six of us plus the little one who'll make seven soon.

Hawk tells stories. Gunner quietly fixes everyone's plates. August reads updates about omega centers opening across three more states. Dante steals bites of my bacon when he thinks I'm not looking.

And Cassian watches us all with those amber eyes full of protective love.

God, I'm so happy. The whole kitchen smells like home.

"Tyler called yesterday," Hawk says, and there's something soft in his voice I don't hear often. "He got accepted to engineering school. Still going to therapy twice a week, but he told me he's ready to build something good with his life. I'm proud of him."

Tyler. The male omega we rescued from Uncle's basement. Broken and terrified and convinced he was worthless. Now he's getting help and going to build things. Help create a better world.

My chest fills with warmth and pride. "That's amazing. He deserves all of it."

I have to blink back tears, but they're happy ones. Damn pregnancy hormones making me cry over everything good that happens.

Cassian nods, his amber scent warming with satisfaction. "Justice feels good."

"Speaking of justice," Dante adds, "final word came in from the trial yesterday. Life sentence. All seventeen counts. He'll never hurt anyone again."

Good. I should feel guilty for being glad Uncle's locked up forever, but I don't. He can't destroy any more lives from prison.

Through the window, I can see the long road that leads back to the city. The same winding road we traveled eighteen months ago when we were running, uncertain what our future would hold.

Now it stretches ahead like an open invitation. Like freedom.

I could take that road anytime I want. Drive back to visit the Centers and see omegas making their own choices. Watch my sisters change the world with their research. Be part of the new system we built.

But I don't need to. The revolution's happening without me now, and that's exactly how it should be. All those people choosing freedom, building the world we dreamed of. They don't need me anymore.

They're free. And so am I.

My work is here. With my pack. With our daughter growing inside me.

"What are you thinking about?" August asks softly.

I look around at these incredible men. The ones who saved me. Who let me save them back. Who chose to build something beautiful from ashes.

"I'm thinking," I say, voice steady with certainty, "this is exactly where I belong."

Dante's hand covers mine. Cassian's fingers brush my shoulder. Hawk and Gunner share one of their silent conversations. August's thumb traces circles on my wrist.

All of them here. All of us together.

Our daughter kicks against my palm like she's agreeing.

I breathe in deep - honey-clove and bergamot and caramel and sandalwood and amber, all mixing with my honeysuckle until I can't tell where they end and I begin.

Home. This is home.

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