Page 190 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

He picks up a tube, the kind that holds posters for safekeeping, and pops the top off. He pulls out something and spreads it over the table. I walk up beside him and look down, but have no idea what he is showing me.

“What’s this?” I ask, confused how this would be my surprise.

“It’s our new home,” he says matter-of-factly.

Some of the others have joined us and are moving around the kitchen. Laughn and Marlow take seats at the table, both looking down at what Creed is doing, confusion of both of their faces. So, I take it this is news to everyone.

“What do you mean, our new home? I like it here.”

“It’s still this house, just with some renovations.”

I raise a brow at him. “Explain, because this house is already fuckin’ big.”

“Well, I was thinking, we have two wings, which is great in theory, but with the babies on the way, we will all want to help. Walking from one side to the other would be a pain in the ass. So, see here,” he says, pointing to lines drawn on the page, “I’m knocking all this down. We convert that space into a nursery, and this will be the main room for you.”

“Bro, that bed looks like it takes up half of the room,” Laughn interjects, his long, tattooed finger pointing to something that doesn’t even resemble a bed.

“It does,” Creed simply says.

“And where do we sleep?” Marlow interjects.

“I’m glad you asked. You will all still have your rooms until the kids grow up, then your wing will be remodelled for them. But if you want to stay in our wing, I have this room here, and it will have enough beds for everyone.”

“What is that room?” I ask, since no one else has.

“That’s the walk-in closet, and since there are eleven of us, we will need a big space. I also have a new bathroom going in on the floor. This part here, where the two sets of staircases are now, will be knocked down and moved, so I can extend this level more. It has multiple showers and a spa bath.”

“And what if we don’t want any part in this?” Boston snaps, causing us all to turn in his direction.

“Then you can stay on your side of the fucking house like the baby Grinch that you are,” Trace says from beside the kitchen island. “If you want to ruin this with your shitty attitude, fuck off and do it elsewhere. We might not have asked for this, but riddle me this, dickhead. Would you have, one day, wanted a baby with Jolie?”

“Of course I would have, when I was ready, like ten years from now.”

“Okay, and we all feel the same way. But there are ten of us. Ten. Would you expect her to push ten children out?”

“Of course not, but I don’t see how that is relevant.”

The rest of us sit back, watching this go down between Trace and Boston.

“It’s relevant because we all get a biological child. If Jolie decides she doesn’t want any more children, this works out perfectly.”

“I don’t get how you can all just be okay with this. I don’t want a kid right now. I haven’t even lived my life. This is bullshit,” he yells, throwing his hands in the air and stomping out of the room like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Now that negative Nancy has left the room, let’s finish looking over these,” Creed says with a smile.

“Okay, but where will we be staying while this is getting done?” I ask.

“That’s easy, Tenshi. The construction crew is adding a door here.” He points to another spot, like I’m supposed to understand where he is talking about.

“It’s behind the garage, near the side entrance to the morgue,” Davis whispers from beside me. I nod in understanding because I literally can’t decipher anything on the blueprints.

“The door will give us access to the underground bunker,” Creed continues. “We will all be comfortable enough down there with some slight layout changes. We will move in there at the end of the week.”

“And how long will we be down there for?” I’m not complaining—it’s Creed’s house and he can do what he likes with it. But let’s be honest, it’s a huge house, and the guys still get into it with each other. Now they will be in a smaller area together.

“I have given them three months to get it done, so it’s completed by your third trimester.”

I turn to him and pull him into my arms. “Thank you.”

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