Milo smiled eagerly. “Puck, you hate working at the warehouse, and you love landscaping and all that nature shit.”
Puck gave him a flat look. “It’s called horticulture, dickhead.”
Milo winced. “Yeah, sorry.”
“I got a degree and everything.” Puck scowled and leaned over to prop Felix back up in his chair as the other man began tilting again. “I was a park manager.”
“You aren’t anymore after the layoffs.” Milo wiggled his eyebrows. “Think about it. Instead of working at the warehouse, you could manage the gardens and the orchard, the hiking trail, everything green at our very own inn. You’ll be happier in the fresh air and be able to do what you love.”
Puck narrowed his eyes. “Fuck, I would kill to get my hands on those gardens. I adored them when I was a kid.”
Demarien bounced in his seat. “We could grow our own produce to use in the restaurant. Oh my god, there were a ton of marionberry bushes all over the place. I can almost taste the fresh marionberry pie. I love this, and I want it now.”
“I can keep things running,” Felix said, stifling a yawn. “Plumbing, electricity, general handy work. I can do it all. Maybe even update the old place and make it more eco-friendly.”
Milo leaned back in his chair and gave them a smug look. “We’d all get what we wanted. You guys are my family, and I want you all happy and close by.”
Felix’s bottom lip poked out, and he leaned his head on Puck’s shoulder. “I still want my ten babies.”
Milo sighed. “Me too. Well, not ten, but two perfect little ones. I’ve wanted it for a while, but I didn’t want to fall into the cliche of the baby-obsessed omega.”
“Fuck 'em,” Felix said, cute face scrunching up in anger. “We can want whatever the hell we want. I want a job I love and a family of my own. No one is going to make me feel ashamed of that.”
Puck scratched his stomach. “Yeah, I guess a little snot-nosed bundle of joy would be nice.”
Demarien was about to agree when a group of staggering alphas came into the bar, voices loud and obnoxious. The one in the lead paused and eyed them.
“Look, guys. We wanted four omega hookups, and here they are.” He swaggered to their table and looked each of them over.
Felix squeaked and practically slid onto Puck’s lap. Demarien’s friend was extremely shy around strangers, especially alphas.
The alpha’s eyes settled on Milo. “I’ll take this one. I like Italians, and his lips will look good wrapped around my dick.”
Milo narrowed his eyes on the man.
“You know I like my omegas with meat on their bones,” one of the alpha’s friends said. He smirked at Demarien. “I call that one.”
Demarien gave the alphahole a flat look. Yeah, so he was a little chubby, but he liked his body and didn’t plan on sharing it with some random prick.
Another of the men bit his lip and shook his hips in a lewd motion. “I want that little Latin lover there,” he said, pointing at Felix.
Felix’s head whipped around, and he glared at the alpha.
The last alpha sighed. “I guess I’ll take blondy there. At least his ass looks good from what I can tell.”
Puck grinned. “Here I thought our day was winding down.”
Demarien and the others stood, glaring at the alphas.
“You get one warning,” Milo said, voice hard. “We’re not interested. Go pester someone else, or, better yet, go home and reflect on your own douchery.”
“Come on, baby,” the lead alpha said. “Don’t be like that. I’ll make it good.”
Demarien looked at Puck. “He called himbaby.”
Puck winced. “I really hope Phil doesn’t ban us from the bar again.”
Milo waited until the alpha reached out and grabbed his arm. Then he moved, landing a hard punch right on the alpha’s nose.
