Page 70 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

It turns out to be the perfect hobby for me, giving me immense satisfaction, well, except for the hateful comments, which I try to mute out, since I’m well aware there’s not a single book or short story that would be loved by everyone.

But this kind of humble passion fills something in me and fits perfectly for my homebody disposition.

I’m not one to seek a big career, I’m indeed a basement dweller by nature, and I’ve come to fully accept it. Moreover, enjoy it!

After I’m done writing my little romances, I cook lunch, and Snow and I eat together, chatting about random, light stuff, watching together some funny shorts on social media.

Later on, Snow stays with me while I practice piano. It gives me a subtle kind of joy that only after a few months, I can actually see some progress and play simple melodies. Sometimes he joins in with his harmonica or guitar, and we end up in these nice, and cozy jam sessions.

They usually finish with half an hour of slow, sweaty, hot sex, when we’re deeply within each other, in our energies, in our closeness.

Then Snow goes back to work, and I take care of the house. Cleaning’s easy for me, my powers let me clear every speck of dust in seconds, so it never feels like a chore.

In the evening, we usually go to dinner at the Nolan mansion, where we share a meal with the rest of the family and exchange light, casual talk.

Afterward, we take a walk along the lake, swim for a while, laughing, splashing, and playing.

Sometimes we fly, just holding hands, soar into the sky, and relax in the soft gusts of wind.

When we come back home, we make love again, of course, Snow helps me with nipple stimulation and enjoys the effect.

Occasionally we watch movies or listen to podcasts about parenting. Then we go to sleep, often ending the day with yet another quickie.

It also becomes easier for me to initiate touch.

In the first few days we lived together, I sometimes hesitated when I saw him sitting at the piano, afraid to intrude on his private space.

But relatively quickly, I started to push past that nervousness, seeing how well Snow responded to my little gestures.

I could feel how much he enjoyed it, I could, in fact, read it in him.

He wanted it, he wanted more, and I gave it to him.

So now it flows smoothly.

When I pass Snow at the piano or by the kitchen counter, I brush my hand across his back. Or I thread my fingers through his white hair. When he makes tea, I cuddle up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. When he sits on the couch, I perch close by, my side resting against him.

The same goes for sex.

At first, I waited for him to take the initiative, but with each day of living together, I grew bolder.

I started with simple things, like brushing against him as if by accident, letting him notice my hardness. Sometimes, out of nowhere, I would lean in and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth.

About a week into our life together, I found myself sneaking into the shower with him, blinking innocently as I ran my hands over him, offering to help wash his body, and then making out with him.

Now I’m even bolder.

I feel adventurous enough to simply slide between his knees and unbutton his pants whenever I feel like it.

When I take him into my mouth, what I see in his gaze is nothing short of absolute approval.

Our True Mate Bond allows us very frequent fucking, and I’m not about to deny myself that.

As soon as he finishes in my mouth, I climb onto him and sink down onto his still hard cock.

Snow watches as I slide up and down his shaft, then he raises his eyes to my face, holding my gaze for a moment before dropping it to my bare chest. His fingers pinch one of my nipples, and a tiny stream of milk leaks out.

With hungry eyes, he licks it away.

And I feel just… pure happiness.

But with Snow, I feel it every day.

As if I’m constantly flying, high above the ground instead of walking. And it feels just… normal.

◆◆◆

About a month and a half later, when my mammary glands are producing a decent amount of milk, I decide to go see Theo again.

This time his belly is even bigger. He shows me the ultrasound results. For the first time, I see 3D images of the kids’ little faces, and I stare at them for a long time.

While we sit and talk, Theo lets me touch his belly from time to time, listening to the babies’ heartbeats, which, as omegas, we can hear clearly by now even through the layers of skin and uterine walls.

I ask him how he feels, if he has any regrets, or if he mourns the decision he made.

Theo answers, "I would, if you hadn’t shown up here, Summer.

Thank you for coming. You’re truly… incredible.

This past month I’ve felt happier, and it has made this pregnancy easier to bear.

It’s not a simple challenge—it's a double, after all—but now I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

" He smiles. "Knowing my children will have you, and what you’re doing…

" He gestures toward my chest. "It’s a gift. Something I could never have asked for myself, a sacrifice very few would make. That’s why…

" he exhales, "I sleep much easier now."

Then he opens his arms and pulls me into a soft embrace.

For a moment, we sit like that, holding each other.

"You know, you’re starting to smell like milk. Like you really gave birth to your own babies," Theo suddenly says, meeting my eyes.

And then… he does something I didn’t expect.

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

I’m so stunned I don’t pull away. I just let his mouth brush gently against mine for a moment.

Then he straightens with a quiet smile, tucking a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, and somehow I understand what that gesture means.

It’s his acceptance of my parenthood of his children.

In a way, it’s love and gratitude. He’s about to give me a gift, a miracle, and I can see he’s made peace with it.

I could get annoyed, but I don’t. I just smile.

"You know, I can’t blame Snow for coming back to you all those years ago. You’re… kind of cool," I say, or maybe it’s more like a murmur.

Theo blushes. "Thank you. And I understand why you two are fated mates. I feel your energy, and I see why destiny set you on the same path. You… you just quietly make sense."

"The most beautiful way anyone could sum up our love," I laugh heartily. "We just quietly make sense."

◆◆◆

And then spring comes, and the Nolan family starts to shift again. News spreads that more of Snow’s brothers are expecting children. The difficult season his family went through seems to be coming to an end.

One day Snow tells me he’s certain that River, the eldest, their only omega brother, has finally found his fated mate too. That means that the only brother still without one is Bay.

My relationship with Bay is… well, complicated. I avoid him most of the time because… I know he knows stuff about me, and he knows I know he’s watching me.

At the same time, I can’t help but feel sorry for him, being the only Nolan who hasn’t found his destined partner.

Even their cousins have started to find their perfect mates one by one, but not Bay.

Everyone deserves love and closeness, but maybe not everyone is meant to have it?

Once I mention to him that he should visit his purple alpha brother, Storm, who’s known for his matchmaking magic, Bay just laughs, takes a drag from his vape, and walks off.

Well, you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

◆◆◆

About a week before Theo’s due date, Snow and I decide to go sailing on his cousin Veyron’s yacht.

After months of putting it off, we finally accept his invitation, the one he offered as an apology for how he treated me during the beginning of my heat.

Even though we don’t know the first thing about sailing, we rely on my abilities to…

direct the pulls of water and air… let’s call it that.

For three days we sail along the coast, relaxing, aware that huge responsibilities are about to crash into our lives, that soon it won’t just be the two of us anymore, that new energy is about to enter our world.

I feel myself buzzing with growing excitement.

I prepare in every way I can, reading terrifying amounts of material about caring for newborns, about everything new parents eventually have to learn: babywearing, co-sleeping, colic, burping, rashes, and all the odd little facts every first-time parent has to stumble through.

Here again, Lake turns out to be incredibly helpful, and he does it with so much tact. He gives me the space to figure out everything I need on my own, but steps in with small, practical hints whenever he senses that it all might be getting too overwhelming for me.

The signal that Theo has gone into labor comes in the middle of the night.

Snow’s phone buzzes, waking us both, and we jump up instantly.

I feel half-conscious, dragged out of deep sleep, and that’s why the whole thing seems unreal.

We throw the essentials for the babies into bags and rush to the car.

Even Snow looks a little tense. From the day Theo came to tell him about the pregnancy, Snow hasn’t seen him once.

Sometimes I wonder why he chose to cut off all contact, but a part of me understands and even supports it, because I know he did it for me.

Watching him interact with a pregnant Theo, maybe touching his belly, showing concern, would have been too much for me to handle emotionally at that time. I don’t know if I would have had the maturity for it, and Snow seemed to know and respect that.

He never forces me to confront feelings I’m not ready for, especially since I’m already dealing with so many difficulties from the hormones I was taking.