Chapter 113
Chapter One Hundred-Thirteen
Robin
Waking up alone in bed when I climbed under the covers with two of my fated mates is like taking a cold bucket of water to the face. My heart races as I jump out from under the covers.
The bathroom is empty, and I can’t help but hold my breath as I move toward the door to the main suite. I check my throat, and I can feel my marks.
As much as the last few days felt like a dream, it was all real.
I open the door and let out a huge sigh of relief when I see Harper and Jay are right there, standing by the side of the dining room table.
Harper turns and smiles. “Oh, hey, you’re awake!”
“What happened?” I ask, trying to sound casual while my system calms back down.
“Oh, um, nothing really,” Harper says as he comes toward me. “It’s just that I woke up and Jay heard me going to the bathroom, so he mentioned that Falcon and Shayne organized for lunch to be brought over from the café outside, or something?”
“Lunch?” I ask, wondering if it’s possible that I slept that late.
I’m not used to lying in bed for too long, but these last few days have been anything but usual.
“Uh, yeah,” he says, shrugging. “It’s almost one.”
The knock at the door makes me jump.
I seriously need to pull myself together.
Jay answers the door, while Harper pulls back a chair at the table and nods to me.
“Come, sit.”
I’m in one of Jay’s shirts which is big enough to look like a nightdress on me, so I guess I’m not completely indecent. Still, I feel a little weird about being served lunch while I have bedhead and morning breath.
The woman who walks into the room with the cart is the cook I met the last time I was in the cafeteria with Falcon. I smile at her as she brings the cart into the room.
“Hi, Pris,” I murmur.
“That Alpha of yours is a keeper,” she tells us. “He made sure to get me to bring over an entire pot of my soup, as well as all the best meals I’ve prepared for today. You three are in for a treat.”
“It smells amazing,” Harper admits. “Thank you.”
“No problem. I’ll see you all tomorrow at lunchtime. You can call the kitchen and ask for leftovers from the cafeteria at dinner if you want more of the best food that gets made here.”
She leaves with a wave and a bright smile.
Jay closes the door and locks it.
“She was friendly.”
“She makes amazing food, too,” I assure him, starting to get up.
“Sit,” he tells me. “I’ll bring it to the table.”
“I’ll grab plates and stuff,” Harper says, darting over to the kitchen and starting to go through the cabinets with surprising enthusiasm. “Oh … Nice … Well, that’s different.”
Jay’s lips twitch, and I can’t help but smile at how amused he is by Harper’s antics.
He moves over to the cart and starts unveiling the items on the top, before opening the curtain on the base to reveal the massive pot which must be the soup. There are two baskets of bread on either side of the pot, too.
“Oh, I hope it’s tomato,” I tell him. “That was so good.”
He kneels and opens the lid. “Definitely tomato.”
Getting back up, he moves to the counter.
“We need bowls as well as plates.”
“On it,” Harper sings, humming something under his breath as he gets them out.
“Spoons too,” I add. “For the soup.”
Harper starts setting our places, arranging everything neatly.
Jay brings the plates of food over one by one, putting them in the middle.
There’s so much that I almost forget my favorite thing has yet to be served.
The tuna sandwich I put on my plate is forgotten the moment Jay takes my bowl and puts it back down filled with soup. I pick up my spoon and find out it’s just as good as I remember.
“I could eat this every day,” I admit.
“We do kind of eat this much for every meal,” Harper confesses. “I mean, maybe there’s a little bit extra here. But watch out for our Alphas and this guy. They eat like there’s no tomorrow.”
Jay snorts as he puts Harper’s bowl down in front of him.
“You’re just as bad as Falcon and me,” Jay tells him. “Shayne’s the only one who doesn’t go overboard when the chance presents itself. Harper can eat twice as much as I can. Don’t let him fool you.”
Harper shrugs when I look at him, half-expecting him to argue.
“You’ve got me. I like food. I’m not apologising for it.”
He picks up his spoon and starts to eat.
Jay sits down across from me with his filled bowl.
I see he’s put one of the baskets of bread on the table, so I reach for a slice.
Harper makes an “mm” sound, and I smile.
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
“It might be the best soup I’ve ever had,” he admits, before he goes right back to eating.
I break a piece of my bread off the slice and dip it, careful not to let it stop dripping before I pop it into my mouth. We eat in comfortable silence until there are a few pieces of chicken and a few half-sandwiches left uneaten in the middle of the table.
I’m stuffed, almost to the point of needing a nap.
“The soup pot will probably keep it hot for a long while,” Jay says as he gets up and starts clearing the plates off the table. “There’s a lot left. We could probably have it again at dinner.”
“Only the three of us though,” Harper says, as he picks up one of the fried chicken drumsticks.
Jay raises an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Falcon and Shayne will be eating loads while they’re out there working. We don’t need to share with them. They won’t even appreciate it.”
Jay laughs. “In other words, you’ve decided the soup belongs to us.”
“Finders keepers?” Harper asks.
“We can probably order more when it’s time for dinner,” I remind them. “We just need to ask the kitchen to send up the cafeteria’s leftovers later.”
“Awesome,” Harper says. “I’m kind of full now, though. What channels does that TV get?”
He motions to the big flat screen on the wall across from the couch.
“Uh, I’ve never switched it on,” I admit. “You can put it on if you like. I could use a shower.”
I get up and start helping Jay to clear the plates from the table while Harper scoops the leftovers onto a single plate and picks it up. He takes it over to the coffee table and sets it down there.
“I can do the dishes,” Jay tells me. “Go take your shower.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
It’s just so strange that he doesn’t seem to mind.
But I guess that’s because I lived in a place where men didn’t do any of the menial tasks.
The guards and visitors at Ivan Hamilton’s house were given whatever food and drink they asked for, and the house staff cleaned up after them, too.
“I’m sure. I’ll have these done in a few minutes. Take your time.”
It’s so sweet, I can’t help but smile. “Thanks.”
I pass Harper as he gets the huge TV to switch on.
It’s pretty loud but I guess it makes more sense to use it if we’re going to watch something as a group. I doubt either of them would be good with my tiny black and white when we have a much bigger screen we can use.
Really, I shouldn’t still be using it, either.
I step into the bedroom and go straight to my closet to look out something to wear.
I find some nice underwear and soft blue sweater, and I put them on top of the bed sheets, along with yesterday’s jeans picked off the floor.
It smells of Harper’s sweet spice in the room, and I know that’s because the bed is becoming his nest. I like the thought of that scent being imbedded into my clothes.
It makes me glad the stuff in the bathroom is all unscented.
The products were made specifically with Omegas in mind, and that works out pretty well for me now. I thought scented shampoo and deodorant would be some of the first things I would buy with my first pay check, but those items might as well not exist now.
I don’t want to have some artificial scent on my body or in my hair.
Nothing could smell better than Harper’s natural perfume.
If I could bathe in it, I would.
I go into the bathroom and start getting ready for the relaxing day ahead.
I might not have too many days off work to just spend time with my mates like this, so I fully intend to make this most of this one.