Chapter 52
Avery
Clover noticed me standing in the doorway like a complete creeper and waved me over.
My girls had been home for three weeks now, and I couldn’t stop admiring them together. Clover was cozy in her nest, freshly showered, in a pair of pink silk pajamas, Blossom tucked into her arms.
Blossom. That was what we’d named our daughter. Clover had mentioned the name and said she liked that it matched hers with the nature theme. Meadow and her son had a similar theme, and it was adorable.
A perfectly beautiful name for a perfectly beautiful little girl.
Clover could’ve pulled any name out of a hat for the baby, and we’d have rolled with it after everything she went through to bring her into the world.
Parker probably had some family name he wanted to pass down, but he’d taken one look at Blossom after she’d gotten her name and he’d instantly melted.
We were still on edge after the kidnapping and didn’t want to leave Clover alone. Each time I saw our daughter, it felt like a kick in the stomach, remembering we’d nearly lost them.
“Where’s Logan?” He’d been even clingier than the rest of us combined, but given his guilt over his family, that was understandable.
“Making a bottle downstairs,” Clover explained.
I should have known he wouldn’t be far.
She was breastfeeding a few of Blossom’s meals and pumping for the others so we could all feed the baby.
“Do you want to feed her?”
“I’m happy with a quick cuddle,” I said, making little grabby motions.
Clover smiled and held out the baby. “Take your daughter. I’m going to get a snack.”
“If you ask Logan, he’ll bring the entire fridge in here. Maybe we should build you a snack station,” I mused.
A delicate laugh escaped Clover. “I’d never leave the nursery if we did that. I can walk to the fridge. I’m balancing rest and light movement, like the doctor said.”
“I just want to make sure you have everything you need.” I settled on the edge of her nest with Blossom.
We had managed to make the most adorable girl in the world. Her chubby little cheeks and squished-up nose made me light up with joy. She had the darkest hair, which likely meant Hunter or Logan had the winning sperm, but Blossom was a daughter to all of us.
“I can’t believe she’s almost three weeks old.” Clover gently ran her hand over Blossom’s hair.
“It’s all going too fast. How do we stop her from aging?”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” Clover said.
“Could be. We’re rich. I can invest in some really good anti-aging companies.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I’m going to be sad as she gets older, but I’m also really excited to see who she’s going to become.” Blossom fussed, letting out her “bitch, I’m hungry” sound.
Clover laughed. “Logan had better hurry up with that bottle, or our little miss is going to make me haul out a titty.”
“He can take as long as he wants in that case,” I said with a laugh. “Has he talked to you about how he’s doing?”
“I’m doing fine, Avery,” Logan answered for himself, returning with the bottle for Blossom. “I start therapy next week.”
“Really?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“Yeah. Clover suggested it, and I’m feeling settled enough to have some real conversations about everything.” He sat next to me and collected Blossom, who was fucking jazzed for her bottle.
“If any of us had tried to suggest therapy, you’d probably have punched us.”
“Maybe at one point.” He smiled so softly at Blossom, it made me feel all warm and squishy. “But I want to be the best version of myself for our little girl and our omega.”
“I’ll be the best version of myself once I get my snack,” Clover said, climbing out of the nest gingerly.
Logan gave her a look. “Well, I’ll be a less hungry version, anyway, but I’m starting therapy too once I find someone I like.
At this point, I think we need to hire a full-time therapist for the whole pack. ”
“It would certainly save on driving time,” I agreed.
I gathered her into my arms before she could get far and stole myself a long, luxurious kiss.
“What was that for?”
“Just enjoying having the most beautiful mate on the planet.”
Clover let out the cutest giggle. “I guess I am pretty perfect.”
Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, I smiled indulgently at her. “You are perfect,” I confirmed. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know that.”
“What are you doing with our daughter?” I asked.
Hunter was sitting at his desk, baby Blossom cradled in one arm. She was looking at the screen, but given how young she was, I doubted she could make anything out.
“I’m teaching our daughter all about business.” Hunter smiled and booped her nose. “Isn’t that right, pumpkin?”
Leaning against the doorframe, I watched. “Where’s our beautiful mate?”
“She fell asleep about twenty minutes ago. Meadow is in the nest with her. I think they were going to go out for a bit, but the nap must’ve snuck up on them. Not a surprise, with how close Meadow is to her due date.”
“And the dads?”
“Still asleep, I think. I told them they didn’t have to take the night shift with Blossom, but they insisted,” Hunter explained. “So I took the little lady and decided to get some work done while the house was quiet.”
“You’re supposed to be on parental leave.”
“I am, mostly. I’m capping myself at an hour a day. Evelyn sends me a condensed list of things that only I can answer. Besides, I’m barely working. Blossom is a surprisingly distracting assistant.”
Blossom raised one chubby little fist in the air. It wasn’t fair that even the tiniest movements from our baby were so adorable. “She’s going to have us wrapped around her finger.”
“Just like her mother.” Hunter kissed Blossom’s forehead.
I couldn’t disagree with that. Clover had come barreling into our lives in a sparkly pink supercar and had changed everything. If my girl wanted me to walk around on all fours and have me bark like a dog, I would do it to see her smile. “I think I’m okay with that,” I said, smiling at them.
I parked myself on the edge of his desk so I could stroke Blossom’s downy hair. Hunter’s face was so soft as he took her in. “You know what? I think I’m okay with that too.”