Page 61 of Talk About… Trouble

“Okay, while he’s driving, let’s get an idea of what we want,” Devon said. “Are you a colorful omega? A plain omega?” He slid through his PackVlog vision board of nesting, showing me what he’d added. There was an array of videos of omegas showing off their nests, everything from space-saving hacks, to price hacks, to pure luxury.

“I like this feel,” I said, pointing out one that had a cute and cozy navy blue and earth tones vibe. “We could put up one of Shepherd’s pictures of the mountains at sunset and then use that as the base for the warm lights, the browns, and the dark blues.”

“Oh my god,” Devon said, his eyes lighting up. Then he was off on a roll, finding us picture after picture of the same vibe so we had plenty to go off of when we were at the store.

“We should do the whole room in this aesthetic, and then for the nest, we can go all out.”

Now that we had a plan in place, I was a lot less stressed out about shopping, which was a good thing, because we had just pulled up in front of the shopping boutique.

“Welcome in!” a woman called out, but then a big smile spread across her face when she spotted Devon. “My favorite sassy omega,” she sang out, giving my omega air kisses. “Reorganizing already?”

“Actually, we’re doing a dual nest,” he said, giving her a grin and pulling me forward. “This is my omega, Wren. We even have pictures to make your life a little bit easier,” he added, taking over completely.

They dove right in, discussing things and tossing stuff into a cart or shoving it aside in a flurry of shopping omegas.

“He’s a force to be reckoned with, isn’t he?” Braxton mused as we watched them work.

I looked up at my beta, still feeling a bit shy around him, and nodded. “He really is.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea? A joint nest?” Shepherd asked, raising his voice enough to catch Devon’s attention. “We have plenty of space and we can even add on a bit if we need to. You guys are eventually going to hate this.”

“I don’t think we are,” I said, frowning. I really didn’t expect pushback from the alphas.

“Two omegas in one nest,” he said again, trying to argue, but I held up a hand.

“And as our alpha, you’re going to need to support us. I can’t say that we’ll never change our minds in the future, but for now, this is our choice. We chose the design together, we’re both happy with the idea, and I don’t really want to nest by myself.”

“Okay, okay,” he agreed, softening a bit. He reached out, running his fingertips down my cheek to my jaw before pulling me in and kissing me softly. “I’m sorry, omega. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset,” I promised. “We just have to trust each other. We’re still learning.”

He nodded, giving in. I could see his worry, but it wasn’t necessary. Devon and I just worked this way.

Nash moved in behind me, wrapping his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder so we were cheek to cheek. I took a deep breath of my gummy bear alpha, smiling softly.

“Our girl knows what she wants,” he said easily. “Now she just has to let us spoil her. You think you can do that for us, sweetheart?”

I let out a breath. This man always knew my weaknesses, didn’t he?

“I’m going to behave,” I said with a huff. “At least this time.”

Nash chuckled before guiding me toward Devon, who was going over different fabrics with the store owner. He didn’t even need to look up to know I was there. He reached out and pulled me closer, guiding my hand toward the fabric.

“Do you like the feel of this one, or do you think this one would be better?” he asked, gesturing to another.

I ran my hands over the fabric. The first one was a bit too rough, the second one far too soft. He watched my reaction, guiding me toward more until I finally found one that felt like heaven. It was silky smooth and so soft it almost felt like a cloud.

I ran it against my face before doing the same to Devon’s cheek. His eyes rolled back, a blissful sigh falling from his lips. I couldn’t help it, I had to chase that sound, my lips pressing against his.

His eyes popped open in surprise before he grinned into the kiss, deepening it until the store owner cleared her throat.

“Now, now, enough of that, you two,” she muttered, not sounding angry, only a little exasperated. “Or we’ll never get anything done.”

Devon didn’t let me step far from him the rest of the time we were at the store. It was a flurry of picking fabrics, colors, accents, and artwork.

When he finally declared we were done, Devon led me away, letting the alphas handle the actual purchase and saving me from stress.

“It’s starting to feel real now, isn’t it?”

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