Chapter 54
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
FLYNN
Something’s off. Or at least I think it is since I wake up feeling different. Feeling good.
It isn't like the other mornings after my heat. Hell, it’s not even close. There’s no residual ache beneath my skin, no lingering discomfort in my muscles or that hollowed-out feeling that used to curl up in my belly after my heats. After being with them.
Lifting my arms, I stretch them over my head slowly, my body warm and content. The light streams through the curtains, bathing my nest in a golden glow, as I hear the soft breaths from the others still sleeping around me. Something else that is new and different. The Carlisles never stayed after.
This time though, it was all mine, not the Carlisle’s. Everything was about me. My heat. My choice. No fear, no shadows trailing me. Just love. And now, peace.
And for once, people who actually listen to what I want and make sure I get it.
I sit up, careful not to disturb anyone as I look around. Levi’s hand is draped lazily over Sasha’s hip. Stone is curled up against my back, close enough to offer comfort but not enough to smother me. His hand moves, searching for me, and I quickly move a pillow over. He pulls it in close to his chest, purring in contentment. My eyes shift back over to Sasha; even though she’s sleeping, she looks tired. Sore, even. The signs are subtle—tiny twitches in her brow, a tightness around her mouth—but I see them, and know what they’re truly about. I asked so much of her, and she gave it without hesitation. I’m the reason she’s in discomfort right now.
Guilt twists in my chest, knowing I’m the cause when she’s gone out of her way to make me happy.
I move carefully, easing myself out of the nest so I don’t wake them. They deserve to rest after helping me through my heat. I stand up, taking one last look at them, smiling when I see Stone has moved closer to Sasha. I tiptoe out of my nest and make my way to my bedroom, finding a pair of joggers and sliding them on. Only then do I make my way to Sasha’s bathroom. I just hope she has everything I need.
Stepping into her room, I inhale deeply, her delightful fruity scent fills the room, wrapping around me mixing with what’s lingering on me. I make my way to the bathroom and open the cabinet door underneath the sink, smiling when I see the first item. A pack of unused sanitary pads. Now I just need a few more things. I scan the shelves, happy when I see she has the majority of the items.
I watched a video once, and for some reason it stayed with me. It was one of the rare unsupervised computer sessions at the Carlisle home I was able to have. For once, it was a video I didn’t have to hide from the browser history as it was about omegas. God knows the Carlisles felt I needed all the help in that category I could get. It was some influencer sharing recovery tips for postpartum care. She made these things called padsicles. I don’t have every ingredient, but I have enough: aloe, witch hazel, lavender oil. So while Sasha didn’t just have a baby, she did put her pussy through an ordeal.
Gathering the items together, I head to the kitchen, making sure to be as quiet as I can. First thing I do before anything is brew a pot of coffee. The three of them need their rest and I have work to do, so when they wake up, I know they’ll want a cup. I move around quietly in the kitchen, layering everything onto the pads and sealing them up before slipping them into the freezer. I’m not sure how long they need, but even if they aren’t frozen by the time she wakes up, the chill will help. Moving over to the coffee pot, I pour myself a cup and sit down and wait.
I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe twenty minutes, when Sasha steps into the kitchen, her hair a soft, tangled mess, eyes sleepy but curious.
"Morning," she murmurs, her voice raspy with exhaustion.
"Morning," I whisper, standing up quickly, stepping over to the freezer and pulling out a frozen bundle. "I made you something. For… um, down there." I can feel my face heating up, most likely turning a bright shade of red.
She blinks, her eyes dropping to what’s in my hand before she smirks. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Padsicles." It comes awkwardly from my mouth as I force a smile. I really hope she doesn’t think this is stupid. I explain more as I hand it to her. "Aloe, witch hazel, lavender. It should help ease some of the soreness from the last few days."
She takes it, then pulls down her underwear right in front of me, placing it in her panties, then pulls them back up. She’s no sooner gotten it in place before she’s letting out a long, relieved sigh. Her eyes flutter shut for a second as she smiles widely. "Okay, I take back every joke that was spinning around in my head. This is magic. Where did you learn about them? How to make them?"
"Internet," I say quickly, grinning. "One of the few times I was allowed near a computer. Some lady made a video. I remembered it randomly this morning."
Sasha looks at me like she could kiss me. And she does. Just a soft press of her lips to my temple before pulling me in for a gentle hug. My arms slip around her waist, pulling her closer to me as I inhale deeply. She smells like us. Me, Levi, Stone, and her. It’s perfect.
“Thank you,” she says again as she pulls away from me.
“Thank you for what?” Levi’s gruff voice fills the air as he steps up behind Sasha, his hands slipping around her waist, as he leans in and kisses her neck.
My face goes red. Telling and showing Sasha what I made her is one thing. But the alphas, Levi and Stone, are a totally different story.
“He made me a padsicle,” Sasha says proudly, her face beaming.
“A what?” Stone asks as he stops beside them, long enough to kiss Sasha before making his way over to me, wrapping me in his arms.
“A padsicle,” she once again repeats. “A frozen pad of magic to help soothe my aching pussy. It’s fucking magic and my sweet little omega made it for me. What did the two of you do?” She winks at me as the corner of her lip lifts in a smirk.
“I gave you my dick and my mark,” Levi boasts.
“I’ll make you lunch. Anything you want, Little Minx.” Then Stone leans into me, whispering, “Same for you, Sweet Boy.”
Sasha twists in Levi’s arms, raising up on her toes as she captures Levi’s lips with a kiss. It’s fucking hot as hell to watch.
“Can we have grilled cheese sandwiches?” I ask softly.
Stone takes hold of my chin, tilting my head up. “You can have anything you want.”
“And bacon,” Sasha murmurs, never breaking her kiss with Levi.
Stone purrs, and I whimper. Watching the two of them together is downright sinful.
“My cock’s hard, too. But no sex for you, Sweet Boy. Sit down and finish your coffee. You need to eat.” His alpha dominance seeps into his words, ensuring I comply with his demand.
* * *
Lunch is a relaxed affair. The four of us gather around the kitchen table. There is laughter, touching, and easy conversation. It’s everything I’ve been missing and never knew I craved.
I can feel it in my bones—this is my family.
My family. Those two words fill me with so much happiness.
I know one thing without a doubt: being with them before my heat started, in the same bed, then during my heat, was amazing.
And I don’t want to ever sleep apart again. I want the four of us to always be in the same bed.
"I want a room," I blurt out, my fingers tapping nervously on my cup. "For all of us. Like, permanently. I don’t want to sleep in different rooms anymore. I want to curl up with all of you. Every night."
Levi tilts his head, glancing at Sasha, a solemn look on his face. "There’s not a room big enough in this house for that."
Sasha, to my surprise, nods slowly. "Then maybe we need a bigger place."
Levi’s eyes stay on her, nothing but love and concern showing in them. "Are you sure? This is your childhood home."
“We can’t ask you to leave it,” Stone speaks from beside me. “Maybe we can add on to it.”
“I’ll keep it,” she says without hesitation. “Maybe turn it into a rental or something. But we need a home that’s ours , not just mine. One that’s full of our memories, that we all feel equal in.”
Levi kisses her first, deep and full of promise, and when he pulls away, I lean in and kiss her too. Just as soft. Just as full. Then, without me even knowing he’s moved, Stone’s leaning in over her shoulder doing the same.
“We’ll start looking tomorrow. So we need to make sure it has a huge master bedroom, with a large ass closet, and a room nearby for Flynn’s nest…” Sasha starts rattling off.
“And lots of guest rooms that can one day be turned into a nursery for our children,” I add in, hoping like hell they all want children.
“Our kids,” Stone says softly. “I like the idea of that. Little minis of us running around the house.”
“Our own little MC,” Levi adds in. “We’ll also need to come up with a name for our pack.”
Yes, we do need to do that. But there is one more thing I need from them before this day ends.
"I want you to mark me." My voice is firm and clear.
Stone looks up from his plate. Levi freezes, and Sasha can’t stop blinking.
"Tonight," I continue, my heart racing, but my words steady. "I’m clear-headed and no longer in the haze of my heat. I also want to thank the three of you for doing exactly what I asked. I want this more than anything. I want the world to see what I already know. That I have a pack. That I belong. That something good came from something dark."
Sasha reaches for my hand, eyes shining. "Are you sure?"
"I’ve never been more sure about anything. I want you to go first."
“Me?” she asks in shock. “Not one of our alphas?”
“Yes, you. If you’re not first, then no one is marking me.” This is the one thing I am adamant on.
She smiles widely, tears welling in her eyes as she nods.
Right now, here with the people I love, I feel no fear, only anticipation. Because they are my family. My future. My pack.