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A smirk slowly spread over Cullen’s face. “In that case, I suppose we’d best get shopping!” He turned in the general direction of Joey. “Hey, kiddo! I think we need to get some new rugs for the nest room!”

“A fluffy one?” Joey asked excitedly.

“Of course!” Cullen agreed enthusiastically.

When we reached the checkout, Cullen went to pull out his bank card. When I opened my mouth to protest, he simply handed me the card with a smirk.

“I already have access to the pack accounts. Why are you giving me this?” I asked.

Cullen shrugged. “I want to get this for you. Please let me.”

“I know my finances are a mess, but?—”

He shook his head. “It’s not because of that. I am an alpha, and I want to buy the nesting supplies for my omega and our adorable, bonkers daughter.” His face was so open and honest, I melted a little bit inside.

“Fine,” I huffed. “Just this once.”

A smooth chuckle slipped past Cullen’s lips. “Whatever you say, omega.”

“Do you think the daddies will let us have chicken nuggets for dinner?” Joey asked as we lounged on the couch, watching the guys carry all the various nesting supplies we had acquired into the house.

I might have gone atinybit overboard.

Then again, it’s not every day you have a tiny human egging you on.

And I only felt a bit guilty for letting Cullen pay for everything.

I turned to her with a grin. “I could probably convince them.” Turning my face back to the doorway where the guys were, I shouted, “I’m craving chicken nuggets!”

It only took a moment for Jensen to pop his head into the room. “I’ll pick some up once we’ve finished bringing all this stuff in. I’m assuming both of you want chicken nuggets?”

“Duh!” Joey giggled, beaming at him as she cuddled into my side.

“Well, if our girls want chicken nuggets, they’ll get chicken nuggets!” he declared, grabbing a bag of nesting supplies and heading upstairs.

“I like having you here,” Joey admitted, her childish bubble gum scent soothing me to the core.

“I like being here,” I replied.

Chapter 43

Jensen

Christmas was hands down one of my favorite times of the year. The decorations, the festivity, the joy—what was not to love? The girls had been having the time of their lives decorating the house. Every surface had some sort of lighted tinsel garland or knickknack on it.

We’d been an active part of helping decorate; any time they needed something hung high up, we were summoned.

It still didn’t feel real to me that, this time next year, we would be decorating with a babyandour bonded omega. Now that Joey was more secure in knowing about the baby, I was more excited than ever. We’d even started discussing names, but Joey had been very adamant that she was the best namer, and I wasn’t going to disagree with her.

“So, what is this thing we’re going to do today?” Bethany asked as we slipped on her shoes.

“Team skate!” Joey shouted happily.

Bethany smiled indulgently at her. “But what is a team skate?” She knew full well what a team skate was. She was merely engaging Joey. It was beautiful to watch.

“All of the hockey players on Daddy’s team bring their families, and we all go skating together!”

“Well, that sounds lovely. I bet you are one of the best skaters there.”

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