Pack Plus More

8. Nate

Nate

T he girls were easily distracted from the commotion happening in the kitchen. How Daisy and Devon thought we wouldn’t hear them was beyond me. They had given it some effort, but Daisy just wasn’t a quiet omega. As the girls grow older, we were going to have to look into soundproofing for the nest.

Thankfully, the girls’ bedroom was on the other side of the house from the kitchen. So, Jeremy and I sat on the floor of their bedroom while they ripped open a new tea set one of their grandmothers had gifted them, and had a tea party.

The first time I had seen the giant Jeremy sitting at a tea table with the girls wearing a little tiara on his head, I had burst into laughter so hard that my stomach almost hurt. But I was quickly forced to eat my words because one look from my daughters’ as they asked me to join them, and I was sitting right next to Jeremy wearing a frilly pink Tutu. Those big blue eyes were just impossible to resist.

“I think Mr. Bear wants some more tea,” Jeremy said, handing the little teapot to Petunia, who was clanking the little plastic cups together and pretending to drink.

Poppy turned to me and handed me the empty little plastic cup, which I took with a big smile. “Thank you!” I said with excitement as I pretended to take a sip. “Delicious,” I told her.

“Dada,” Poppy called my name, her sweet little high-pitched voice demanded my attention. Turning back to her, my eyes landed on the plastic tiara in her hands.

Poppy held out the very tiara I had teased Jeremy about wearing just a few months ago. I didn’t hesitate, crouching down, while turning to Jeremy. He was doing his best to withhold a smirk.

“It suits you,” he said as I bent down so Poppy could place the plastic contraption with sharp plastic combs straight onto my head, doing my best to avoid wincing at the sharp stabbing pain.

“I pull off a crown better than you,” I shrugged.

Jeremy snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

Petunia cuddled into his side, and his arm instinctively went around her as she crawled into his lap.

Two minutes later, she was out like a light.

Jeremy’s head popped up, throwing me an excited look. “She’s sleeping,” he whispered loudly.

I glanced over at Petunia, who was still forcing her teddy bear to drink from the tiny plastic cup full of pretend tea. Her eyes were starting to sag, but she was still stubbornly moving around, determined to stay awake.

“Tuny,” I cooed, holding my arms open. “Cuddles?” I asked sweetly. She turned to me, frowning at me before clambering into my lap, just as Poppy had done with Jeremy.

It worked perfectly. After just a few minutes of cuddles, her eyelids started to droop.

My pack mate and I looked at each other, our movements minimal because we didn’t want to disturb the girls.

“Should we put them down?” Jeremy whispered after a moment.

“Will they wake up?” I asked.

Our girls had many traits from their omega mother. They loved a good cuddle and if they had the option, they would definitely prefer to sleep in our arms.

It was probably our own fault. When the girls had been tiny babies between all of us, they had never been left on their own. Some of my favorite memories were of both of them as tiny babies asleep in our arms. They never even got a chance to fuss before they were scooped up by one of us.

They were completely spoiled.

That was the way we wanted it, though. One day, as much as I hate to admit it, my girls would want to date. When that miserable time came, I wanted them to understand what an alpha should give them. Our sweet Daisy hadn't understood her worth when we’d first met. She had let the girls’ sperm donor treat her terribly, because she didn’t realize she deserved so much better.

I wanted to lead by example. My girls would see how a loving, respectful relationship would work between their fathers and their mother, and they would seek that out in the future. I was happy to spoil them, because they deserved the best, and whatever alpha they ended up with better give them the best.

Even though my first instinct was to lock them in their bedrooms so they could never date a boy because boys were disgusting, and I never wanted my sweet girls within a mile of them.

“We can try,” I whispered, picking up Petunia, who was flopping over in my arms. She had gone from running around to dead to the world in only a few minutes.

I wasn’t going to complain though, we were going to use the nap time to our advantage. Taking my time, I moved so painstakingly slowly so I didn’t disturb the snoozing toddler as I walked over to the bed.

If I tripped on a wayward toy, it was game over, the girls would be wide awake and I would spend all of Christmas day trying to avoid getting a boner every few minutes thinking about my omega.

Both Jeremy and I placed our daughters down on their respective mattresses like we were carrying live bombs.

The girls had matching toddler beds, complete with princess bedding. Though, of late Petunia had become quite enamored with Dinosaurs, I could see that changing soon. Before I went back to work after the holiday, I was going to take her and her sister to the museum so she could see all the big dino skeletons.

“They’re in their beds,” I whispered, almost reverently, as I took a gentle step back. Petunia rolled over, shoving her face into her mattress, wiggling her little body deeper into the blanket, getting comfortable.

A slow smile spread across Jeremy’s face. “Let’s go see our omega!” he excitedly whispered back.

He didn’t have to tell me twice.