Page 115 of Pucking With My Head

The squeal that left Joey’s chest as she ripped open the packaging made my heart swell with happiness.

“Thank you, Bethany!” she shouted, launching herself at me for a hug while her fathers watched on with matching grins.

“I’m glad you like them,” I said, clutching her to me in a bear hug.

Joey pulled back, nodding enthusiastically. “I love them. I’m going to make a nest that matches yours, because your nest is thebest. Though I will still use your nest because it’s so big…” She trailed off thoughtfully.

“You know you’re welcome in the nest anytime,” I assured her.

“When my baby sister is born, we’re going to have to make her a nest, aren’t we?”

“It may be a boy…”

Her little look of horror was so disgusted. “But boys like icky things likemushrooms.”

I think every adult in the room laughed at that one.

Joey stood up. “I’m putting these on my bed right now!” she said, darting out of the room, weighed down by the masses of nesting supplies.

“She’s so an omega.” Jensen chuckled, looking at the doorway where she had just left.

“Our house is going to be so full of pillows,” Gideon agreed with a nod.

Cullen pulled me tighter into him, so I was practically on his lap. “Sounds perfect to me,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

Jensen leaned forward, plucking a small box out from under the tree. “This one is from all of us,” he said, handing it to me.

I wasn’t a fool. Even though it was wrapped, it was pretty obvious that it was a jewelry box. Knowing Pack Noble, it was probably expensive jewelry, so I was immediately on edge.

“You didn’t have to?—”

“We wanted to,” Gideon assured me.

Gingerly I opened the box, all breath leaving me when I flipped open the lid and saw the beautiful ring.

It was simple, but stunning. A gold bezel-set emerald-cut stone, which, knowing my guys, was totally a diamond.

A big diamond.

“What the heck?!” I whispered, glancing around at them. “This is way too much!”

“No, it’s not,” Gideon assured me.

“Actually, it’s rather selfish of us.” Cullen shrugged. “We can’t bond yet, so this is the next best thing for letting the entire world know you’re ours.”

Most bonded omegas tended to wear a sort of wedding band like beta women did. Usually, the ring was given after bonding instead of a marriage ceremony. If I wore the ring, it would be a clear sign to the outside world that I was taken.

“If you don’t want to, we totally understand,” Jensen said, reaching like he was going to take the ring box out of my hands.

“Don’t you dare!” I gasped, pulling the box out of his grasp.

His answering grin was dazzling.

“So you’ll wear it?” Gideon asked.

I stared at the ring. “Of course I will…but I can guarantee I’ll get it dirty or break it.” Though I was concerned about that, there was no way in hell I was going to turn down wearing a sign that I was theirs.

Gideon’s smile widened. “We can get it cleaned and repaired.”

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