Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Evie
Two Weeks Postpartum
My phone buzzes on my nightstand. I had just crawled into bed with my current read. An Omega was just stolen from her pack and her Alphas are going feral trying to track her down and destroy anyone in their path.
I know instantly who it is, because who else would be messaging me at ten o’clock at night.
Harper: Okay, don’t be mad.
Evie: Famous last words…
Harper: So you know how you’ve been unemployed?
Evie: This is news to me.
Harper: Har-har. You’re hilarious.
Evie: Babes, I’m going to be dead and gone before you get to the point.
Harper: So Xavier and I were over at Monty and Josie’s last night visiting and baby snuggles.
Harper: Monty mentioned how he has to get back to work next week and he was considering finding someone to come to their place and hang with Josie and the boys. You know because she’s still healing.
Evie: Harper…
Harper: Okay, but hear me out…
Evie: You didn’t.
Harper: I may have suggested you. Since you’re… You know… looking for a job.
Evie: Harper! You know I love kids, but I have zero experience in the matter!
Harper: But you won’t be alone! Josie will still be there. She just can’t lift much, and has to take it easy for a couple more weeks. Plus you met Shiloh a couple times already.
Scrubbing my hand over my face, a sigh falls from my lips. This girl. I love her to pieces, she's so considerate. I'm good with my savings so I would have been fine for a bit before I had to start stressing about work.
My only issue is, she gave my number to Xavier's best friends. Which, let's be clear, her giving them my number isn’t the issue here. The issue here is they're both fucking attractive and a thousand percent my type. Working for them is going to be torture knowing I can't do anything about it.
Evie: Fiiiine, I guess I will wait and see if they call. They could not call. *shrug emoji*
Harper: Whatever helps you sleep at night babes. I’m going to bed though, I’ll talk to you in the morning.
Evie: and I’m going to go get lost in my omegaverse until I pass out and dream of Alphas.
*Harper laugh reacts to your response*
Tossing my phone back to my nightstand, I grab my book and dive into the story.
Rousing from sleep, I roll on my back trying to figure out what woke me.
Sleeping so deep that I didn’t dream at all, which I haven’t had that kind of sleep in awhile.
A buzzing noise catches my attention, realizing it was my phone that woke me.
Army crawling across the bed, I throw my hand forward, wrapping my fingers around the device.
Flipping the phone, my eyes take a minute to adjust to what’s on my screen.
A number I don't recognize is displayed on the screen. Before I can fully process much, I accept the call.
“I’m barely awake, I don’t do mornings unless you’re bringing omelets or orgasms.”
The other line is silent for a few minutes, I pull back to make sure the call’s still connected.
“Uh, is this Evie?”
In an instant I’m sitting up straight, smoothing my hair down before it dawns on me that I’m on the phone so no one is going to be looking at me right now.
“Uh yes. Hi. This is Evie.”
“Hey. This is Monty. My wife and I met you at Xavier’s parents lodge on New Year's Eve?”
Fuck. “Yes! I remember. Harper messaged me last night and told me you might be calling.”
Throwing my blankets off my body, I roll off my bed before I begin to pace my small bedroom. I rent a room with a few other people who are going to the local college. It’s not much but it’s a place to sleep.
“Ah, yeah. That totally makes sense. So, after talking with my wife, we were wondering if you’d be free tonight to come by for supper? You know just to get to know each other a bit more–see how you are with Shiloh and Hayes.”
Well that was straight and to the point. I can respect that.
“I’ll have to see if my schedule is free–” I pause for dramatic effect, but I don’t think the guy noticed my sarcasm.
“Oh, well it doesn’t have to be tonight. It can be whatever evening works for you.”
A pregnant pause fills the space, my teeth sink into the bottom of my lip as I try to stifle a laugh.
“I’m free.”
“Okay, cool. Cool. How does five sound?”
“That sounds good.” My heart begins to beat a bit faster at the thought of going over to their place.
Nervous energy flutters in my chest with every passing hour leading up to five. I have reorganized my closet– color coding my clothes. I ended up having to reorganize my closet again, after I took everything out to decide what to wear to this supper.
Deciding on something casual, I give myself one last look in the mirror before I leave.
My dark washed boyfriend jeans paired with my favorite brown leather belt with its textured buckle.
My favorite raspberry knit cardigan comforts me over this simple grey basic t-shirt.
Adjusting the bun on the top of my head, I don’t overthink it as I grab my jacket, bag and keys.
I turn onto the street my GPS directs me to. There are only a few houses down this street, each property having significant space between the other. Close neighbors but not so close that you can see into their house from your kitchen window.
Pulling into the third house on the left, I take in the modern core floor farm house as it grows closer.
The natural color of the house is amplified by the dark wood that takes up the front porch and doors.
Around to the side of the house is a detached two story garage that follows the same color scheme of the main house.
The house is gorgeous. My car slows to a stop in front of the garage.
The car door creaks as I slam it shut and head toward the front door.
My eye sore of a Corolla paints a stain on the beauty of this property with its rust spots and squeaky doors.
It’s on its last leg, but it gets me from point A to point B, so I can’t complain right now.
The door opens just as my hand is about to rap on the door.
All knowledge of how to speak leaves me as I take in the beauty of the woman before me.
Josie was stunning when she was all dressed up at the New Year’s Eve party, but seeing her now.
Sans makeup, a matching jogger set, hair clipped up. She looks even more stunning like this.
“Evie, hi!” A smile spreading wide across her face, her cheeks slightly pink like she has been running around. “I was just getting Shiloh cleaned up for supper when I saw you pull up the driveway. Come in!” Stepping back she makes room for me to step around her.
The open concept of the house is breathtaking.
The kitchen sits at the back of the house, a row of countertops with a gas range stove against the wall.
The light marble countertops are stunning, matched to the deep navy tones of the cupboards.
Monty is in the kitchen hovering over a pot on the stove as he stirs.
He hasn’t noticed my arrival yet, looking way to focused on the meal at hand.
“Don’t mind him, he’s in another world right now.” She chuckles, “Babe, Evie’s here!”
In the next moment Monty’s body turns in our direction.
A smile spreads on his face while walking toward me.
“Evie hi, I’m so glad you could make it!
” His hand slips in mine, a firm grasp before letting our hands slide apart.
He steps forward, using a tone only I could hear, “okay, so we aren’t having omelets for supper, but I promise what I’m making is just as good.
” The determination on his face halts any words coming from my mouth.
Is this man serious, or is he joking? He doesn’t really…
I feel the heat rush to my face, as I note the seriousness of his demeanor. “Oh–uh, yeah that’s totally fine.”
Relief washes over his body before he smiles and retreats back to the kitchen.
Ohmygod. That seriously didn’t happen.
Before I think too much into it I begin taking in the rest of the house. A dining table sits to the left of the kitchen, with a large patio window that allows for natural sunlight to shine through.
The living room to my left is scattered with kids toys. One of those foam climbing blocks set out, and I watch as their oldest rolls down one of the ramps. I can’t help the smile that pulls on my mouth as the infectious laughter fills the room.
“Shiloh, honey do you remember Auntie Harper’s friend Evie?” Josie asks as she takes a seat on the rocking chair in the corner of the living room.
Shiloh’s laughter briefly pauses as he registers his mothers question. His eyes zoned in on me in the next second. I don’t know why, but this five year old assessing me is intimidating as shit. Kids are brutally honest from what I’ve experienced, but I’m still taken back when he answers.
“Oh yeah, the pretty lady!” before running to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face into my stomach. When he looks back up at me, his chocolate brown eyes shine with wonder. “Are you gunna come help my momma out while she is getting better?”
A laugh leaves my lips, “I mean, I think right now I’m just here to hang out and have supper bud.” I gently remove his arms around from me and before sinking to his level. “Do you know what we’re having for supper?”
“‘Pasgetti and meatballs!” he says enthusiastically, just then a cry rings out through a monitor.
“I got him!” Monty shouts from across the space, he begins jogging down the hall, “Jos, can you toss the spaghetti in the boiling water!” Yelling over his shoulder as he disappears.
Choosing that moment, I begin moving toward the kitchen. “Don’t worry I can do it! Shiloh, would you like to help?”
“Yeah!” he yells, leading the way to the kitchen. I notice a kitchen helper off to the side, it’s a simple design with three steps. Grabbing it I move it over to the counter, careful not to put it too close to the gas range.