Surely, that’s where we’re headed, right? And that’s what we all want—I think.
It’s definitely something I need to chat with Crew about because when his heat hits, I want to make him mine—and vice versa.
I’m not a hundred percent sure about the others, but that’s just because I haven’t really allowed myself to think about it too hard.
“Way to make things awkward, Dyl.” Adan snorts. “But since he mentioned it, how is the construction going?”
“Good. We’ll be done in a few weeks—probably just before you’re back, actually. I’m just glad I decided to pay the crew to do it. If I kept doing all the work myself, it was never going to get finished.”
“And I’m sure it had nothing to do with staying at the house when Kiara returned, right?” Evelyn giggles.
I bury my face in Crew’s shoulder. “Can we end this conversation now? Why are you all so embarrassing?”
“That’s one of the few privileges of being a parent, darling girl.” I can hear the smile in Dylan’s voice, and they should be damn glad I love them—because after this conversation, I’m seriously considering relinquishing any and all rights to them. They can claim some other children to embarrass.
“And on that note, I think we should head to bed and give the kids some time to themselves.”
Look at my dad saving me from further embarrassment.
“We love you all,” Evelyn blows kisses as everyone calls out their goodbyes.
Silence surrounds us as the call ends, interrupted only by my growling stomach.
“Sounds like it’s time for dinner.” Davis jumps to his feet. “What sounds good to everyone?”
And just like that, any tension falls away. This we can do.
After all, we’ve been doing it for over a week already.
The rest of it can wait until we’re ready to discuss it. There’s no reason to have the big conversations just yet.
We have time.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Crew
Ichew on my lip, watching Kiara as she moves around the NICU, checking on the babies one last time before we head out for break.
She does this every time we work, and it’s not like there aren’t other nurses who will be here while we’re eating, but it’s just how she is. Even if we didn’t work with the most vulnerable patients, I’m sure she’d do the same thing. It’s just who she is.
“Okay, I’m ready. We’ll be back in an hour,” she calls to the charge nurse, who just waves us off. “Are you okay, Crew? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”
Because I knew I needed to have a conversation with her, and I wasn’t sure how she was going to take it. I mean, I put it off for the last four days we were off. I kept making excuses to myself.
I didn’t want to take away time from getting to know our future pack.
I didn’t want to put her in a bad mood.
I wanted to be buried in her pussy.
That’s all they were—excuses.
I shouldn’t even be this worried about it.
“Yeah, I’ve had a lot on my mind,” I admit.
She takes my hand and squeezes it. “You know you can talk to me about anything, Crew.”