Page 74 of Surprise Mother Pucker

In a twist I didn’t expect…Storm was cleaning. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't a complete slob, but I had never seen him scrubbing the floors on his hands and knees before.

“Care to explain what's going on here?”

Storm’s head shot up, registering my presence. “Hey! How did the appointment go?”

“Good.” I nodded. “Now explain this?” I gestured to the room around me.

Storm grinned sheepishly. “Well, I had an idea. I ran it by the guys, but you were out all day with Kennedy, so I decided to go ahead with it because I doubted you would be opposed.”

“I think I oppose your ideas on a fairly regular basis. Remember the beer pong table?”

He winced. “Yeah…that's understandable. This, on the other hand, is for our omega, so I doubt you’re going to say no.”

My eyebrows rose.Our omega?Just because he had gotten Kennedy pregnant a year and a half ago did not make her his.

“Okay… I'm still going to need an explanation.”

“You want Kennedy to move in, don’t you?” Storm asked pointedly.

“Of course, I do. That's why I've been sending you guys listings for other properties.”

Storm nodded. “And that's fine, but this property is close to where Kennedy has classes, and we're already settled here. Moving an entire house while Kennedy is pregnant wouldn’t be ideal. So… I’m redoing this room!” he declared.

I cocked my head to the side. “This room?”

“Yeah, think about it, man. There's the storage room to the side with a window that can be used as a small nursery for Charlotte or the new baby. They have their own bathroom down here, and this room has plenty of space. It just needs a damn good clean because there's still some beer sticking to the floor in some places.”

Glancing around the room, I could understand his vision.

“It's not ideal, but given the situation we're in, it's the best we can do,” I admitted.

“I need to do what I can to make things right for Kennedy and make sure she's comfortable. She's pregnant, so she should have her own bed here and not have to go back and forth between here and her place or camp in one of our beds. Not that I mind taking the sofa, so she can get a good night's sleep, but I'm sure the omega would much rather have her own bed.”

“Is that what that box is?” I asked, pointing to the large cardboard box in the corner of the room.

Storm nodded, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah. It's a California king bed. I got it on same-day delivery. There are even curtains that can be used to make a canopy, plus a rug. I didn’t want to get much more, in case Kenedy wanted to do the shopping herself or bring stuff from the nest at her apartment.”

He had thought this through shockingly well.

“That sounds good,” I admitted.

“I even ordered this bassinet that goes at the side of the nest, so the baby can be near her but not be in the bed, becauseapparently, that could be dangerous when there are lots of nesting materials.”

“Yeah, I read the same thing.”

“Look, I don't want to impose on your time with Kennedy right now. I'll be honest, I'm grumpy and mad at myself that I missed so much of Charlotte's early life. I should have been the one running out at three in the morning to satisfy her cravings. I know I need to respect that this is your turn.”

I sighed deeply. “Yes and no. Storm, none of this is how we envisioned it. We should have all dated an omega at the same time, then any pregnancy that she went through would have been all of our responsibility. Late-night snack runs would be a lot easier if we could trade off. I can't help how possessive I feel at the moment, though.”

“And I get that. Honestly, if you feel like I'm stepping over the line, tell me.”

“But are you actually stepping over the line? Charlotte is your daughter. You and Kennedy are family now.”

Storm snorted. “If we ever work our way out of this mess, you know that Micha and Charlie are going to demand that they knock her up next.”

“Yeah, I guess the idea of not knowing where any of our children came from biologically is not really a possibility anymore,” I agreed. “Look, can I help? This room is a good call for Kennedy, and it’s a fuck ton of work. You don't have to do it all by yourself. I know you're trying to get it all done on your own because you're beating yourself up and feeling guilty. But there's no shame in accepting help.”

“Wouldn't you feel ashamed and guilty in my position?”

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