They even had the option of making a cover image for your online journal, which, of course, I couldn’t resist.
I was an omega, after all. I needed cute things in my life.
Then I was opening up the first journal. I froze for a few seconds before the anger bubbled up and the words started to flow out of me.
I started with being a kid and watching my mom struggle. He should’ve been there and wasn’t.
Then I wrote about how money didn’t solve everything like he thought it would. Even though he wrote the check, it didn’t mean I stopped existing.
It didn’t mean my mom magically wouldn’t have to struggle as a single mother.
All the times I got teased for not having a dad around. All the things I missed out on.
I wrote about everything I could think of that either hurt or made me angry. He’d been a shadow over my life for so long and I was done giving him that power.
Greer came back a while later, pressing a warm mug of hot chocolate into my hand. I looked up and gave him a soft smile, sipping it slowly and letting out a breath before going right back to my words.
It was probably the most I’d typed, even on articles, in a long time.
When I finally finished, my hot chocolate was cool, but my mind was a lot less burdened.
Greer was stretched out on the couch nearby. He didn’t leave me to my feelings, he just gave me space.
His eyes fluttered open when I climbed onto the couch in front of him, snuggling into his chest. He kissed my forehead and smiled.
“Did it help?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“It did,” I promised. “Thank you.”
He sighed happily before drifting back to sleep. Between the emotional storm and the lack of sleep, it wasn’t long before I followed.
When we both woke up again, the sun was out and somebody was making breakfast.
“Morning, little bat,” Greer said around a yawn. I climbed off the couch. My mind was calm today and it didn’t feel like I was carrying around the weight of this all.
Greer’s trick truly helped.
Kota, Hayes, and Rylan were all working together. One manned the toaster, Kota, of course, had the coffee, while Hayes was creating an omelet.
They were so focused, they didn’t notice us stumbling in until we collapsed onto our chairs.
“Rough night?” Kota teased.
“It was, but I’m good now,” I said.
I genuinely meant it this time.
“We have a morning off,” Hayes said as he dished out breakfast.
I took a sip of the coffee Kota slid in front of me, waiting for Hayes to finish whatever plans he had for our morning.
“I was thinking that we could do a little painting.”
“Wait,us?” Kota asked, looking at us and then back at Hayes like he’d lost his mind. “You know I can hire painters for that sort of thing who could probably do a much better job than we could.”
“That’s not the point,” Hayes said. “Part of making a house into a home is putting your own work into it. Back me up here, Greer.”
“I hate to admit it, but he’s right, Kota. We could start with that family nest.”
