My steps were light as I slipped into the bathroom long enough to take a quick shower before going to face whoever was cooking.
When I stepped out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around my body, I realized that the deltas were the only ones still in bed.
They were so cute, laying back to back, just inches apart, sleeping soundly. I glanced around for my phone, but it was nowhere in sight.
They were lucky they got out of a picture this time.
I likely dropped my things in the kitchen in our frenzy last night, if I even brought it inside at all. It was my next destination anyway. My stomach was already leading the way.
“There she is,” Kieran said when I walked in, giving me a grin. Even he looked lighter today, his smile a bit wider, eyes bright and no longer holding onto the shadows they once were. I loved that I had even a small part in that.
Cade was nursing a cup of coffee at the table, a tablet in front of him. He chose hot coffee this morning instead of iced, but I noticed it depended on the day and switched often. He gave me his signature smile before standing up and moving to the coffee maker. “Hot or iced today, princess?”
Fuck, I was a sucker for them calling me that the way they did. Like I was precious.
I thought it over for a second before answering. “Definitely iced.”
They hadn’t offered to make me coffee before, but I was usually the first one in here. My omega loved when they did these little things so willingly for me.
He pointed over at my purse resting by the entryway. “That thing has been going off since we got down here. Buzzing like crazy. You might wanna check it. We wanted to respect your privacy, and we knew if it was an emergency, they’d call us.”
“Oh,” I said, a bit surprised. “It’s probably Mom. She loves to call me multiple times when I don’t answer and then guilt me about it for five minutes before telling me what she actually called me for.”
He chuckled as he went about pouring my coffee, then gathering the supplies to make a cold foam. I’d seen him make his own, and they always looked good. I just never wanted to ask for one myself.
I dug around my purse from last night, grabbing my phone out. My jaw dropped at the sheer number of missed calls and messages waiting. I brought it over to the table, unlocking it and starting with the messages.
The group chat with my exes that had been dead for quite a while was suddenly blowing up. What did they all of a sudden need from me?
Did they finally go home?
At first, I was amused reading over the messages, then angry.
Milo
Hey baby, I tried calling.
Sutton
Is something wrong?
Dean
Talk to us. We know we’ve been absent for a while, but at least tell us what’s going on.
They shifted then, going from fishing for information to accusatory.
Milo
That’s ten calls you’ve missed. If you’re mad, we get it, just answer, omega.
More of the same filtered in, each of them taking turns telling me Ineededto answer, demanding I give them an explanation.
The picture that came in next had me gasping, then it quickly morphed into unhinged laughter as I went to the voicemails, ready to put them on speaker as my curious pack gathered around.
Cade reached me first, sliding my iced coffee over. “What’s going on? Is it them?”
I took a sip and let out a happy hum at how good it tasted. “You are an amazing barista,” I teased.
