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“You should’ve led with that,” Uriel blurted. “Put that on the first line of a personal ad, and all the omegas would flock to you.”

Bruiser raised an eyebrow, tugging Uriel closer. “Why would I do that?”

“You didn’t have an omega.”

“Like I said, I was distracted building up my hoard.” Bruiser shrugged. “Oh well.”

He showed Uriel his office—another spacious room with a gorgeous mahogany desk and wide bay windows—his home gym, and a set of steel doors with no other rooms nearby.

“This is my hoard,” Bruiser said. “But I’ll show you its contents another time.”

Uriel raised an eyebrow. “You said you’d show me if I shook my ass for you.”

Bruiser turned pink. “Well, yes. But there’s a bunch of things in there. You might get distracted.”

“Fine.”

Uriel went with Bruiser up the grand staircase, marveling at the number of guest rooms they passed along the upstairs hallway.

“For guests and... and future children,” Bruiser explained.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“Well, yes. I’m not planning on moving now that I’ve settled.”

Uriel looked around the hallway, at its pale blue walls and recessed ceiling lights. “If I asked you to paint the walls pink, would you?”

“Sure,” Bruiser said, completely unruffled.

“Really? You were so quick to butt heads with me over everything.”

“That was before I knew about you,” Bruiser said dryly. “I would do anything for my omega.”

“Anything?”

Downstairs, Hunner hooted loudly.

“Close to anything,” Bruiser amended. “But if it’s related to Hunner’s pickup lines, I reserve veto rights.”

Uriel snorted.

“Boo!” Hunner yelled.

Bruiser stopped at one of the rooms near the end of the hallway. The door was open, and he reached in to turn on the lights. This room had pastel orange walls, and all kinds of mobiles hanging from its ceiling, including some that looked antique.

“I’ve been collecting things over the years,” Bruiser said, ducking his head. “Some of them are here.”

There was a rocking horse in the corner, a mural on the closest wall, and some toys that Uriel recognized from his childhood.

“This looks good,” Uriel said, feeling a helpless surge of affection.

Bruiser beamed. “So you know, I can provide for this little one.”

He covered Uriel’s belly with the gentlest touch. Uriel’s heart skipped.

“Cassie too,” Bruiser whispered.

“Since we’re talking about babies,” Uriel’s mouth blurted. “Is Bruiser your given name, or is that something you picked? ‘Cause that’s a weird name for a baby.”