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I frown thoughtfully as we leave the cabin and head back out to the makeshift, open-air, workshop that I set up in the clearing nearby. "So, what you're saying is..."
"I'm saying that the rest of the pack is going to be interested in your help once they hear about what you’re working on. Who wants to live in a boring brown box? Even if you hang up a bunch of pictures and hunting trophies and stuff, it still feels like a brown box."
I'm sort of surprised that a pack as well established as this one doesn't have a better distribution of skills among the pack members. Or maybe it's because the pack is so large and well-established that they've run into this situation.
They've gotten used to the way things are and have fallen into a rut. One that I might be able to help them break out of. I mean, there's nothing to stop me from teaching them how to build something or fix a leaky faucet or whatever else I can think of.
It's not the life I had originally envisioned for myself, but in a lot of ways, it's better than anything I could've imagined.
I take a deep breath and look around the clearing.
"What do you think about a vegetable garden?" I am already envisioning various planter boxes scattered throughout the clearing.
"There are a few people who have really small gardens," Kale muses. "And then we forage for a lot of stuff too. But we still have to buy a lot from the stores. I don't know the first thing about gardening, but I've heard a lot of the others say they wish we could be a bit more self-sufficient."
"I wonder..." I start pacing around the perimeter of the clearing, trying to get a rough estimate of how much space is available.
Kale holds up his palms to slow down my line of thinking. "You're already taking on a lot of projects. You've been talking about adding a kitchen and a bathroom to your cabin. Then you've been talking about teaching everyone how to do stuff. Now you're talking about some kind of community garden. How are you going to do all this?"
I grin as I look over at him. "Yeah, I guess I am taking on a lot of projects. Which means I'm gonna need someone to help me keep track of everything."
Kale rolls his eyes. "And who on earth would be crazy enough to do that?"
Then his expression falls, and he looks at me with an exasperated expression. "You're talking about me, aren't you?"
"I can't think of anyone better."
"I already told you I don't know anything about anything." Despite his protest, I can see the glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
"That’s fine," I assure him. "I'll teach you what you need to know. Then you can help me manage all this. Teaching the others, running the community garden, it seems like it's right up your alley."
He pouts for a moment before slumping his shoulders in surrender. "Fine, but only because I'm bored."
"That's the spirit." I return to his side and clap him on the shoulder. "Now..." My voice trails off as I look back at the workbench and try to remember what I was going to do before I got distracted.
"You were gonna measure for curtain rods," Kale reminds me.
"Oh, right!" I grab the tape measure off the workbench and shoot him a broad grin. "See what I mean? We're gonna make the perfect team."
18
JORDAN
For several weeks, things continue more or less the same. My days are spent in Seattle, and I return home to my mate every night where I find out what new projects he's undertaken while I was away.
Slowly, our little cabin is transformed into a fully fleshed-out home.
Thanks to the money brought in by my app, we're able to get the electricity and plumbing hooked up without too much trouble.
Caleb spearheaded the effort to add a bathroom onto the house while also getting the kitchen laid out exactly the way he wants it.
I'm content to let him do whatever he wants with the cabin. Every little change makes the whole place feel that much more personal and uniquely ours.
Apparently, he's been inspiring the other omegas in the pack to make similar changes to their homes. I'm honestly impressed by how well he's been integrating into the pack. He's made friends, formed a close bond with my parents, and truly made himself at home here.
So why do I feel like something's missing?
Why is it that whenever I come home in the evenings, I feel the need to clutch my mate tightly, kiss him from head to toe, and cover him in my scent?
