Page 25 of Puck Your Nanny

Peter stands and moves to gather his clothes. Calvin follows, searching for his own garments scattered around the room. I sit on the edge of the bed for a moment longer, trying to collect my thoughts before grabbing my pants from the floor.

"We need to talk to her now." Peter pulls his shirt over his head. "While she’s clear-headed. Once William goes back to sleep, we might lose control again."

Calvin gives a slow nod. "We should check on her. She seemed worried earlier."

We dress quickly, each lost in our own thoughts. I button my jeans and pull on my shirt, glancing at Peter. He looks serious, even more than usual. Calvin rubs a hand over his jaw, sighing as he watches me.

I lead the way downstairs, my steps careful and measured. Daisy’s scent hangs in the air, softer now, less overwhelming. When we enter the kitchen, Daisy is at the counter, preparing a bottle. William rests quietly in the crook of her arm, watching her movements.

She glances up, startled by our appearance. Her cheeks flush a deep pink, but she shifts her attention back to the bottle in her hand. Her fingers tremble, betraying the nerves she tries to hide.

Calvin leans against the counter, folding his arms. Peter takes a seat at the kitchen table, leaning back and observing Daisy. I step closer to her, noticing how she avoids my eyes. She focuses on twisting the lid onto the bottle, her movements precise.

"Daisy." I keep my voice gentle, sensing her unease. "We need to talk about this."

Her shoulders tense. She places the bottle down and adjusts William in her arms. He fusses a little, and she gently rocks him until he settles again. She nods, swallowing hard, still not looking at us.

Peter clears his throat, drawing her attention as she turns around.

"We hired you because you were a Beta. That wasn’t accidental. Bringing an Omega into this house complicates things. We need to figure out what to do now."

Her jaw tightens. She lifts her chin, meeting Peter’s stare. I recognize the defensive spark in her eyes. Daisy holds William closer, protectively.

I reach out, placing a careful hand on her shoulder. She flinches, but relaxes after a moment. "We aren’t upset," I reassure her. "But this changes everything. You're not just a late-presenting omega, you're our omega. Scent-matched to us."

Her brows come together. "I thought being scent-matched was a trope in romance novels and movies? How is it possible? I just met you all. I thought I was a beta. I was told I was one when they tested me at sixteen. They said my pheromone levels were so low I couldn't be anything else."

I shake my head. "It's not just a trope. It's rare, but it does happen. Most omegas and alphas never find the one, and settle for what they can get."

Calvin steps closer, standing beside me. "That being said. We know this is new to you and that you never signed up for this, thinking you could be our mate or bonded to us for the rest of our lives. We won't force you into anything you don't want. But your presentation can't be ignored."

Daisy exhales, relaxing as she leans against the counter. She picks up the bottle again and offers it to William. Her eyes flick from me to Calvin, then Peter. "I’m sorry. I had no idea. I never even considered this possibility. I’m just as surprised as you are."

Peter shifts, adjusting his position. "Regardless, we need to make arrangements. We can't pretend this hasn't changed the dynamic in the house. We need to understand what you want, too."

She nods. "Can we just take things slowly? I don't want to make any rushed decisions. Especially with William here."

Calvin and I exchange a glance. Peter’s expression remains neutral, though his eyes soften slightly. I give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"We can move at your pace. Had this been a normal, we would've courted you well before your heat. Worked up to being intimate, but the instincts took over. I hope you don't regret what happened."

Her blue eyes widen. "No. No. I may have been so horny that I wanted to crawl out of my skin, but everything that happened I consented to. I just hope you don't feel like you were pulled into unwillingly. I have no idea how pheromones work or anything. I hear about alphas taking advantage of random omegas and hurting them during a rut, and then they claim not guilty due to being put in a rut madness."

Calvin lets out a growl. "Alphas who claim that are knotless assholes. I was aware of what I was doing. I would've had tohave left the house if you didn't want me, but I would've never attacked you."

I clear my throat. "He's right. We were pulled into the haze with you, but had you asked us to stop we would've walked away and put distance between us."

Daisy meets my gaze, gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you."

The tension in the room eases. She clears her throat. Her eyes glisten as she looks at me. "I'm sorry this happened now. Not that I could control it, but you have the funeral next week. You already have enough on your plate. This is the last thing you need."Her voice quivers, betraying the tears she's holding back.

I shake my head, stepping closer so I can wrap my arm around her shoulders in a side hug. "Don’t worry about it. None of this is your fault. Besides, I took care of the final funeral arrangements this morning. I hired professionals to handle everything. All I have to do is show up and deliver a eulogy for my father. My stepmother’s family is taking care of her side of the arrangements. It's going to be a joint funeral, but they’re handling their end. There's nothing left for me to stress over."

Calvin nods, unfolding his arms. "Exactly. You're not adding stress, Daisy. This situation is unexpected, but we're in this together now. I'll have to request time off while you're in heat, but a simple blood test will show you're matched to us, and that I'm not taking time off for a random omega."

I've never been a fan of needles, but I know we'll need to do that so I can take future heats off as well.

She nods. "Just let me know where to go and when and I'll help you prove it."

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