Page 239 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Thank fuck! I’m fucking sick of living so close to you assholes,” Boston snaps. “I’m going to go work out. Are you going to be okay?” he asks me.

“I’m pregnant. My legs still work just fine.”

Boston looks at Creed, and he just nods. I sigh. “Boston, I know you’re all freaked out that I will slip in the bathroom and break my neck, and none of you will find me until it’s too late. I hate to break it to you, but none of you leave me alone for longer than a minute before you’re sniffing me out.”

“Talking of sniffing out,” Brennan says, entering the room, “we have managed to find Ziyon’s head of security. Since Corey hasn’t been called in to work, we turned our efforts to him. We plan to move in really soon.”

Boston leaves us, and Brennan walks over and places his hands on my stomach.

“Thank god, I’m so worried about Melinda. Something is going on, and I want to know what. I realise I don’t know her, but I felt like I could trust her.”

“Only time will tell. This morning I have a meeting with my parents. They have some ideas for the expansion. I Look forward to filling you in tonight.”

“Brennan, I trust you,” I say. He places a kiss on my lips and leaves.

Creed follows me into the bathroom and starts the shower while I use the toilet. Yep, it’s as weird as it sounds, but since he and Chester seem to have zero boundaries, I just ignore them and go about my business.

I take the world’s quickest shower since Creed just sits and watches. Usually, they get in and that leads to sex, but that is almost impossible in the shower now. My stomach is massive, and it feels like there is no more room for the babies to keep growing.

Once I’m ready for the day, Creed drags me over to the main house. I swear it’s like there is an extra bounce in each of his steps—he’s just that excited. We walk up the front steps, and he unlocks the door with an eye scanner, which is new. My mouth falls open when we enter the foyer; it’s so similar, yet so different. There used to be two sets of stairs leading to the different wings, and while there are still two sets, they’re joined at the top.

I was worried that having the death noodles behind a glass wall in the foyer would be too much, but they look fantastic. I’m glad they are behind a solid wall of glass—the thicker the better—and Laughn will have to enter through a door disguised behind a mural on the wall to feed them.

Creed takes my hand and leads me to the staircase that ascends to Team Zeus’ side of the house where the renovations happened.

“Close your eyes,” Creed says once we’re at the top, even as he brings his hands up to cover them for me. His body is pressedagainst mine from behind as he walks us to a door at the end of the hall. “Ready?”

He removes his hands when I give him a small nod, and I blink, taking in the nursery. Tears spring to my eyes as I see the nursery for the first time—it’s perfect. I was worried so much black would be too depressing, especially considering the entire house is matte black. But it’s not, and the gold really pops, along with the artwork.

“Chester and Kai both worked together to do that,” he says as I look at the wildflowers filling the wall. They blend with the black walls so well, and I think it was the perfect addition to the space. I walk further into the room and see that the closet is already filled with their clothes. “Annabella took over there,” he admits. “I think she was worried we were pigs and would throw the clothes in a basket and call it a day.”

I laugh at how mortified Annabella would be just thinking about the boys sorting out the babies’ clothes.

“Oh my god,” I say. “Who did that?”

“It’s shoes, which should be a dead giveaway. But we both know it was Boston.”

I pick up two small red pairs of Jordans and blink back more tears. This room is a little piece of all of them, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Let’s go check out our room,” he says, linking his fingers with mine.

I stop just at the door. “Are there security cameras in here?”

“Of course, it’s Marlow’s version of a baby monitor.”

We walk back out into the hall to the very next door. Creed opens it with a flourish, and we walk inside to what I can only describe as heaven. Everything is pristine, and holy smokes, that is the largest bed I have ever seen in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if we all fit. Next, he takes me to the room next door, which has been converted into a closet for all of us. Hetaps the control panel, and my name comes up on the screen. Once he presses it, everything around me moves—it reminds me of Cher’s wardrobe in the movieClueless. After a few seconds, all my clothes are visible.

“What’s in there?” I ask, pointing to an adjoining room.

“Shoes,” he says, and I rush through the doorway and all my dreams have come true. It’s literally a shrine of shoes. Jordans, Converse, Nike, and flip-flops. All sorted into brands and colours.

“How did Boston allow this?” I ask.

“You can’t remove the shoes from behind the glass, and his shoes are coded so only he can open them.”

I laugh at how pedantic he is about his shoes. It really doesn’t surprise me, though.

Next, he takes me to another room. This one is just beds—a place the guys can sleep if they don’t want to share, or as Creed says, get kicked out.

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