Chapter 21
Violet
“Morning,” Thomas says as I step into the kitchen the next morning.
“Morning,” I mumble, still sleepy, as I step into his open and waiting arms. He wraps them around me, and I sigh as I bury my face into his chest, breathing in his scent.
“How are you feeling this morning, baby?” Aiden asks, looking at me over his shoulder as he flips the bacon.
“Sleepy.”
“Wanna talk about it some more?” Nolan asks. He’s sitting at the table, coffee in hand.
“Talk about what? How the batshit crazy chick crashed your party and acted like she belonged there,” I mutter, anger and jealousy rushing to the surface.
When we got home, after my little nap, we sat down and talked about it. After Thomas had escorted her outside, he called the County Sheriff. He couldn’t arrest her because I guess Sylvia was spewing bullshit about how she was just trying to go in to get some coffee and didn’t know there was an event going on.
She even tried to tell the deputy that I tried to attack her, and she wanted to press charges on me.
What a fucking nut. She’s lucky I didn’t put my hands on her. I’ve taken self-defense classes with the girls; I know how to put a grown man on their ass, so she would be a fucking breeze.
Of course, Thomas told the deputy it was a lie.
To make things worse, the deputy was Sylvia’s uncle and pretty much begged Thomas not to press charges. The only reason he didn’t was because he didn’t want to waste the time going down to the station and filling out paperwork. He wanted her gone and to get me home safely.
Thomas made sure to let the officer know if she does it again, it’s not letting it go.
I think the woman needs to be locked up. She’s crazy, comes from money, and thinks that she can do whatever she wants because she comes from one of the original families of Snow Valley.
Nolan pulled me to the side when I insisted on taking official action because she can’t keep getting away with this. He told me that it’s a lot more complicated than I knew.
Sylvia’s dad is a reasonable guy who has worked with them to keep Sylvia away. Her mother, on the other hand, is just as crazy as she is and isn’t afraid to use their money and power to try and fuck with my Alphas.
It makes me sick. I hate privileged people like that.
A few years ago, I went to Calling Wood’s sister school in Connecticut in hopes of trying to integrate our pack program into their school.
Let’s just say it didn’t go well. Plus, people with money can be scary and mean. I saw more than a few assholes use money to try and work the system in their favor.
I said ‘fuck it’ and went back to Calling Wood.
After Nolan told me that, I went on a rant about how fucked up it is until I got worked up, and Nolan had to calm me down. By using his mouth... between my legs. I wasn’t complaining about his methods.
“No,” I answer them. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want her name to be mentioned at all inside this house. We eat, we get dressed, and we go shopping for my nest. Only fun and positive things today.”
“I like the way you think, baby.” Aiden shoots me a wolfish grin.
An hour later, we’ve had breakfast, bundled up, and are in town at the local furniture store.
“Now, money isn't an issue, so grab whatever your little Omega heart desires.”
“Oooh, those are risky words to say,” I laugh.
“Can’t do that much damage,” Thomas jokes. Nolan and I share a look, and Thomas groans. “I’m going to pay for that comment, aren't I?”
“I think so,” Aiden chuckles.
And he did. By the time I was done, we were three carts in, piled high with blankets, pillows, and anything else that caught my eye.
The girls packed up my things from my place back in Calling Wood and shipped them to Snow Valley. And while I had everything I needed for my nest for the most part, at the same time, I felt like I needed a change.
After we were done shopping, the guys took me out to eat before going back to the house.
“My feet hurt,” I sigh heavily.
“Go sit down. We’ll bring everything in,” Nolan offers, pressing a kiss to my temple.
Part of me wants to help them. I'm perfectly capable of bringing in some bags, but I’m not sure if I’m getting the flu or if it was something I ate because something isn’t settling right with my stomach. I feel gross and nauseous.
As soon as I step inside the house, I feel my stomach lurch. I rush across the house, down the hall, and just barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up everything I just ate not too long ago.
My body shakes as I hug the toilet bowl, and I don’t realize I’m crying until Thomas is cursing, kneeling down next to me.
“Go away,” I groan, flushing the toilet. I close my eyes and press my forehead to the toilet seat. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
Thomas chuckles, his large hand rubbing up and down my back. “Sorry, baby girl, I’m not going anywhere. I’m in this for better or worse."
“But I'm gross,” I whine.
“I think you're gorgeous,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my back before getting up. I take a few moments to breathe, praying to whatever gods are listening to make the feeling of death go away.
Thomas comes back with a glass of water and a cool cloth and sits on the edge of the tub. “Thanks.” I take the water with a shaky hand and sip the cool liquid.
He presses his hand to my forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”
“I don’t think it’s the flu.”
“All you had to eat today was bacon and the salad for lunch. Which, in my opinion, is not enough food, by the way,” he scolds playfully. “So, I’m not sure if it’s the food either.”
“I’m glad it’s all I ate,” I groan as I press the cool cloth against my face. “Would have made bringing it all back up a lot worse.
He pauses for a moment, brows furrowing as he thinks. “Back before you came to Snow Valley, did you have morning sickness?”
“No...” I say slowly. When I think about it, I didn’t feel off at all. I didn't notice the changes in my body until after I found out I was pregnant. “Not once.”
He gives me a sympathetic look. “I did some reading about morning sickness. While it usually starts within the first few weeks of pregnancy and only lasts a month or two, it can hit you at any point in your pregnancy and isn’t limited to daytime.”
I look at him in horror. “Don’t say that!” I hiss. “No. No. Noooo!” My lower lip trembles. “I hate puking.”
“Shhh.” He joins me on the floor, grabbing my legs and pulling me towards him before picking me up and placing me on his lap. I whimper again, hugging him, just wishing the gross feeling would go away.
Sadly, it doesn’t, and I’m rushing to shove my head in the toilet again.
“How is she doing?” I hear Aiden ask sometime later.
“Good chance it might be morning sickness,” Thomas answers.
“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” Aiden crouches down next to me.
“Like death.” I glare up at him. “But I think I’m done.”
Aiden helps me to my feet, and I go to the sink to rinse my mouth and brush my teeth. When I’m done, he scoops me in his arms and takes me to bed.
“I wanted to set up my nest,” I pout.
“You can do that later. For now, we can all cuddle and watch a movie in bed. How about that?” Aiden asks, climbing into bed.
“Okay,” I sigh as Nolan joins me on my other side. I curl up on his ches,t and we watch a movie.
I guess I fell asleep at some point because the next time I wake up, it’s dark outside. But there’s only two of my men in the bed with me.
Slipping out from between Thomas and Nolan, I leave the room in search of my other Alpha.
There's a low hum coming from the back of the house. Following it, I end up where Aiden’s been working on some renovations. He said most of it was done while I was gone, but he’s been slowly working on the finishing touches.
I had no idea what he was doing, and when I asked, he said I'd find out soon.
As I pull back the plastic that's separating this part from the rest of the house, I pause, wondering if I should head back to the room and leave Aiden in peace. If he wanted me to see what he was doing, he would have shown me by now.
But as I stand and listen, I hear his low singing. Instantly, it has a smile spreading across my face.
It’s like a spell, drawing me towards him. Taking in the new additions, I notice it’s just... rooms? Okay, all I can see is doors, but I’m assuming they lead to rooms. What's inside them, I have no idea.
Following his singing, I stop at one of the doors. It’s cracked open, the soft glow of a light shining through.
Peeking inside, I don’t see much. Just his back where he sits on the floor.
It takes me a moment, but I grin when I hear what song he’s singing. It’s from my favorite artist, Ally Cat, and a country band she collaborated with last year. It's not her normal style, but the song is one I actually like.
It’s about heartbreak and watching the person you love from afar, wondering if they will ever be yours.
It wasn’t something I could ever connect with. Not until recently.
“Hey.” I push the door open, keeping my voice soft.
Aiden jumps slightly and looks at me over his shoulder. “Violet. Baby. What are you doing here? Are you okay?”
I go to tell him I’m fine, but I’m left speechless as I take the room in. “Aiden,” I breathe out in a hushed whisper.
He stands, a sheepish look taking over his handsome face as he rubs the back of his neck. “Be honest, what do you think? It’s not done, I know it still needs some work. I’m thinking of getting a local artist in to do a mural or something, liven the place up. And later on, we can change it as the baby grows.”
Stepping in further, I slowly spin in place, my hand raising to my mouth as tears fill my eyes.
He built a nursery.
When I asked where the baby was going to go, they said that they were going to convert one of their solo bedrooms into a nursery once I was further along.
This whole time Aiden has been working on this.
“It’s amazing,” I whisper, the tears that were building finally falling. I spin back around to face him and throw my arms around his neck. He grunts, catching me and lifting me into his embrace.
Grabbing his face between my hands, I kiss him hard. He moans, opening his lips so I can slip my tongue in and over his.
We kiss until we’re both breathless and panting.
“Careful, Omega,” he growls, nipping at my lower lip. “I think taking you right here in the baby’s room might be a little much.”
I laugh, pressing my forehead to his. “You're amazing, you know that?”
He shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. I needed something to keep myself busy while you were gone. It was either some big renovation project or drinking,” he jokes, only the look in his eyes tells me there might be some truth to that.
“Hey,” I whisper. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know.” He nods, looking away. “But there was a time I thought I’d never see you again.” He looks back to me, emotion swimming in his baby-blue eyes. “The stubborn Alpha part of me refused to give up. Even though I felt hopeless, depressed, and all the other good emotions slipping away, I had to do this. To give you and our future babies a space of your own.” He smiles. “I just had no idea the baby part would come so soon.”
“I love you, Aiden. And I love this. Thank you. So much.”
“I love you too, my sweet Omega,” he murmurs. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you and our pack.”
We kiss again, this time slow and sensual. It doesn’t lessen the need for him at all.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
“Help me relax?” I smile, brushing my lips against his.
He growls softly. “Anything for my Omega.”