Page 61 of Gamers' Omega

“Not my fault if they don’t clean,” Tony replied.

I started laughing. “You guys are ridiculous, and I love you.”

“Love you too, our mate,” Tony replied.

The blush was back, but it felt good.

Freddie squeezed my leg again. “I’m going to get back to work. I’m almost done in the bedroom.”

“What’s left?” Ian asked, standing. “I’m waiting until we’re done taking out Eric’s stuff before vacuuming in here.”

“I’ve got to grab the curtains from the dryer and hang them. Then I’ve got to make the bed with the landlord’s linens.”

“You start on the bed,” Ian said. “I’ll grab the curtains.”

“Ok,” Freddie agreed as he walked toward the bedroom.

Beck kissed my hair. “You ok now? Or do you need more cuddles before we head back to finish the kitchen?”

“I’m good,” I replied.

He squeezed me. “Ok.” He paused. “Eric?”

“Yeah?”

“I know it can be scary. I had no idea what to do with my feelings for the others when I first started falling for them. Did they love me back? Was it one-sided? And,” he chuckled, “it was Tony then too. He just blurted it out one day. He’s free with his feelings… which kind of helps.”

I laughed. “Yeah.”

Beck tipped my chin up and pressed a kiss to my lips. “It might not have been some grand romantic gesture, but that doesn’t make anything any less true. We love you. You’re our mate. You’re one of us.”

“I’m glad.”

He patted my ass. “Come on. We’ll make Tony weed through anything iffy in the fridge while I scrub the bottom cabinets and put things away. Think you can handle the rest of the pantry?”

“I lugged it all in, I think I can sort it now.”

He laughed. “Come on.”

“You’re on fridge cleanout,” Beck told Tony as headed toward the pantry.

“As if I didn’t hear you discussing it already,” Tony snorted. “Just be glad I like tackling the gross jobs.”

“It shouldn’t be too bad,” I said, turning to face him. “I do try to throw things out on a regular basis.”

Tony opened the fridge and grinned. “I see a box of baking soda. That’s already a good sign.”

“That comes from many years of renting,” I laughed. “Who knows how well the previous tenants cleaned things? Fridge funk lingers, and I don’t want my food tasting like it.”

“Hear hear,” Tony cheered, pulling open a drawer. “Oh, I hope the whole fridge is like this. Is that romaine in the foil?”

“Yeah.”

“Remind me to kiss you later,” he replied.

Tony started humming as he started transferring the contents of my fridge to a cooler.

“We all take turns cooking,” Beck chuckled. “But Tony loves all those little tricks to keep things fresh longer.”