Page 102 of Puck My Life

“Yes.”

“Okay, tell him to keep a cool cloth on her head and let her nest if she needs to.”

Mal types the words out but keeps looking at me like I’ve grown a second head.

“What?”

“I’m just impressed with you.”

I shake my head. “Shut up. I’m still the same idiot I’ve always been.”

“I know, but with, like, maturity. You’re going to be the sexiest silver fox to ever walk the Earth. Can I call you D-Daddy?”

I stumble. “You cannot.”

“Aww, but you’re so hot when you’re being all responsible and level-headed. Maybe I’ll get you a pirate hat, and you and Vae can play pirate. Some kinky shit I’ve been fantasizing about for years. Would you let her peg you? I can find a hook, and we can give that a try.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Of course. I’m the baby. I don’t have to be responsible.”

“You do.”

“Nah, everyone expects me to be a little problem.”

I unlock the car and get in, my thoughts returning to Vae. I feel like a new person with a clean slate about to start my life.

“It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“It’s just Vae, it shouldn’t feel like this, like I want to throw up, and my hands are shaking, and I can’t stop wanting to smile.”

“Yeah, all of that.”

I start the truck and reverse out of the car park.

“What do you think Vae would enjoy?” Mal asks.

“I’ve got an idea. Let’s get the groceries and go to the bakery she loves. We can get her some treats and also grab some nesting materials.”

That thought fills me with fire. Provide my omega nesting materials? My alpha nature roars its approval, demanding I take action now.

The last time we were here shopping, I was an idiot. This time, I ignore all the stares from people and focus on my omega. She is the only person in the world right now who matters.

“Have we got it?”

“Got the essentials. Chocolate, snacks, easy to prepare meals. I want to avoid having delivery people coming to the door. Disinfectant wipes and body wipes, just in case. We’ve got washing powder at home. I think we’re ready.”

By the time we get to the nesting store, I’m purchasing things based on how they feel and trusting my instincts completely.

We end up with seven bags of blankets and pillows and materials. Mal meets me at the car with a massive bag of baked items.

“What did you get?” I ask.

“Pies, pasties, sausage rolls, croissants, cakes, doughnuts, slices. She said a lot of it will keep in the fridge, but use the items on top of the bag first.”

“Have we forgotten anything?” My palms start to sweat.

“It’s going to be okay, Deacon. We’ve got this.”