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14. Daisy

Daisy

Valentine’s day

T oday was the day. Saint Valentine's day, the day of love and romance.

I wasn’t too fussed about a single day dedicated to romance when I was constantly being swept off my feet by three wonderful alphas, but I understood its allure.

Before them, I had dreamed one day, I would have a guy willing to get me flowers once a year.

Instead, I had three guys that constantly bought me flowers, so on Valentine's day they went all out, filling my entire nest with bouquets of sunflowers and carnations, my favorites, so when I woke I was drenched in their delicious smell.

Then there were the gifts. Chocolate of all varieties, including gift cards to our favorite ice cream shop, and several beautiful pillows for my nest—all in the perfect level of softness and texture. They knew me that well.

They had even bought each of the girls flowers, a bouquet of poppies and petunias, along with a pair of adorable stuffed bears. Devon had organized a sitter, so we were going out for dinner together—they had wanted a fancy restaurant, but I had insisted on a take out burger and fries. I needed them, viciously so.

Once we got home Jeremy had pulled off his coat. “I’ll get a bottle of wine open. How does some nest snuggles sound?” he asked.

“Perfect,” I moaned, trailing after him. “My back kills.”

“I’ll give you a back rub,” Nate said, walking past me and kissing the top of my head. “Go to the nest, I’ll meet you there.”

I nodded up at him. “Okay, I’ve also got another gift for all of you,” I said with a smile.

“Another gift?” Devon asked. “Is it a naked omega?” he asked, excitement lacing his voice.

“It’s not,” I giggled. “Too sleepy for naked fun right now,” I grumbled.

“Whatever it is, we will love it,” Jeremy said as he headed towards the kitchen.

Devon noticed the look I gave Jeremy’s retreating back. “What’s that frown for?” he asked with a laugh.

“How can he say he’ll love anything? Is he being a shifty liar about liking my gifts,” I said, my voice trailing off in a hiss.

It was a playful hiss.

Mostly.

Devon laughed. “We love anything that comes from you. Christmas was a huge win,” he said.

I tried my best to keep my face still, the mention of my Christmas gift sent my heart rate rocketing.

“Okay, nest time,” I rushed to say, hurrying down the corridor in the direction of the girls’ room.

I couldn’t go to bed without checking on them. The sitter had assured us they had behaved like total angels—that had made me giggle, because no matter how sweet my daughters were, they were entering that phase of life where they relished using the word “no”.

Both girls were piled into the same bed, cuddled up close to each other. Petunia’s red curls were absolutely everywhere. Poppy would undoubtedly be the same by morning. They would go to sleep looking all cute and tidy, then wake up looking like they stuck their fingers in electrical sockets.

Giving each of them a quick kiss, I pulled their blankets around them tighter before quietly padding out of the room towards the nest. I knew that the guys were most likely going to look in on them as well before coming to the nest.

Too tired to shower, I threw on a comfy pair of pajamas and crawled into my nest as the guys filtered in.

Before I left the bathroom, I quickly grabbed my gift from underneath the sink where I had hidden it that morning. The problem with us being so close to one another was that it was very difficult to actually hide something from my pack mates. Yes, that was a good thing, but when it came to gift giving, it could be a pain in the butt.

My nest was the best place in the house. Grabbing one of my new fluffy pillows, I hugged it to my chest as I nestled down in the blankets.

Devon strode into the room wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. The guys didn't tend to wear much when we slept in the nest together. We had bedrooms, and sometimes I would sneak into their beds in the middle of the night, but more often than not, we ended up piling into the nest. A big pack cuddle puddle was the best thing to cure all ailments.

“The girls are dead to the world,” Nate laughed as he wandered over to the bathroom and Devon slid under the covers, pulling me into his chest. He was radiating heat, so I splayed over him. He didn't even complain when I placed my ice-cold feet on his legs to warm up.

“They are going to be omegas,” I said in a sleepy voice.

“I think you might be right there,” Devon agreed. “God help us. They are never allowed to become teenagers.”

“I think it's kind of inevitable,” I said, scrunching up my nose.

Devon’s response was cut off as Jeremy entered the nest with several glasses and a bottle of wine, placing them on the bedside table, stripping off his clothes and throwing them on a nearby arm chair and sliding into the nest.

My final pack mate wasn't far behind. Even though I was flanked on each side, he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. We had an unofficial sleeping arrangement where they took turns getting to cuddle with me.

It didn't always work out that way because sometimes in the night my needy omega would choose a random pack mate, and they would need to be cuddled.

“Do you want some wine?” Jeremy asked, pouring a glass.

I scrunched my nose. “Actually, I think I'm going to pass,” I said. “I'm so full of burger I can't think straight.”

Jeremy nodded with a smile, handing a glass to Nate.

“So, what is this final gift for us?” Devon asked.

I looked between them. “Who wants to open it?” I asked, reaching under the pillow and pulling out the small gift box.

“Considering I'm the only one who isn't holding something, I guess I'm the best option,” Devon said with a smirk, holding out his hand and making a grabby motion.

I passed the present over to him with a smile.

He ripped off the paper without any hesitation, opening the box. It wasn't until he looked inside that his movements stilled. “Is this what I think it is?” He asked.

That peaked Jeremy and Nate’s attention. They both craned their necks in an attempt to see what it was, but the parcel was out of reach.

“What is it?” Jeremy asked. “Last time Daisy gave us a box like that it was her birth control pills.”

“Well…” Devon chuckled, pulling out the item and holding it up. “I think this gift is a direct consequence of that.”

In his hand was the small blue pregnancy test, with clear, bold words on the little screen that said Pregnant .

Everyone's gaze turned to me, and my face spread into a giant grin.

“Daisy?” Nate asked, his words trailing off.

I nodded, unable to stop grinning. “I took the test this morning. I was feeling a little nauseous, so I thought it was worth a shot. I took a bunch of the digital pregnancy tests and it looks like you guys managed to get me pregnant bang on Christmas Day.”

Every one of the guys was still for a moment, and then it was like something snapped. All at once, all three alphas converged on me, hugging me, kissing me, wrapping me in their arms.

“This is amazing! Holy hell,” Jeremy mumbled into my hair. They were all holding onto me so tightly, I was surprised I could breathe.

“It looks like our Christmas day antics worked,” Devon beamed.

“Oh, it’ll 100% be mine,” Nate smirked as he lightly gripped my ankle.

Jeremy shook his head. “No way, it’ll be me knotting her in the shower!”

Nate frowned. “I was the one who knotted her in the shower!”

I giggled. “I think considering how many times I was fucked and knotted that day, there’s going to be no telling which daddy contributed the DNA.”

I wasn’t concerned with their playful banter, I knew that no matter who technically fathered the baby they would all love them and be their dad. They had taken on the girls without even batting an eye, and they had told me time and time again how we were a family.

Part of me wanted to ask if they were happy, I still had moments of being unsure, but it was hard to imagine they weren’t when they were all beaming at me in utter joy.

“Christmas babies!” Jeremy cooed, squeezing me tightly.

“We can call them Christopher! Or Nick! Go festive.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “What if it’s a girl?”

They all looked between one another, their faces going pale. “Another daughter…” Devon said. “We are going to have to beat up so many teenage boys.”

“No you won’t!” I giggled, playfully hitting his chest.

“It’s a boy. Has to be.” Nate shrugged, but he was grinning. “I love you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me again.

“I don’t know, Daisy makes cute girls. Maybe Noelle? Or Holly?” Jeremy asked.

“I like those,” I smiled as Jeremy rested his hand on my non-existent bump. I wiggled backwards into his arms, relishing in the warm embrace of my pack.

My family was perfect, and it was getting bigger.