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Skirting around the trio of omegas, I scooped up my scattered articles of clothing. At least I could get dressed.
Chapter Nineteen
Wyatt
Toweling off my wet curls, I pulled on a fresh pair of pajama pants and a loose T-shirt, glad to feel clean again. It was amazing how good a shower could make you feel. Distantly from downstairs, I could hear the faint sounds of conversations and movement throughout my house. Orders being given by the tiny, colorful omega that Finn had introduced as his husband, Wade.
Wade had stood in my house for all of five minutes, walking in a small circle, before declaring, “This won’t do. This just won’t do. Not on my watch.” In short order, he had snapped his fingers at the three huge alphas that had trailed behind him.
When I had stated, “I’m a capable omega,”Wade had given me an amused look.
“Well, of course you are. But what in the world do you think alphas were put on this earth for, if not to do our bidding? You just sit there and look pretty–though to be honest, you could do with a shower and probably some food–and just tell them where you want things moved to. Order them about. It’s fine. Trust me, they’re used to it. Finn is for sure.”
All the alphas gathered were ridiculously tall and broad, extremely handsome, and possibly identical when they were younger. Which was confirmed by Wade when I had voiced the question out loud.
“Meet the Sinclair quads,” he waved a hand and issued rapid-fired introductions to the group. “They are identical, but now that they’re grown they're pretty easy to tell apart. Hair color and facial hair is the easiest way, if you don’t spend a ton of time around them. They all have completely different personalities, trust me. Lachlan has the perpetual five o’clock shadow going on, and the gray at his temples. He’s married to my bestie, Quinn, who is working right now, but will be by when he closes The Sweet Spot. If you haven’t been there yet, you need to check it out. Best coffee and baked goods around. Brendan has the salt and pepper–mostly salt–hair and sometimes wears glasses. Shorter hair and no beard. He’s with Ryan. Finn you know, and he’s my tall drink of alpha fantasticalness.”
“Fantasticalness?” I repeated, confused by the word.
The omega with the British accent walked by with a box, “He makes up words. It’s disturbing, but you’ll eventually get used to it.”
Wade shrugged, “That’s Sebastian, but you can call him Bash. He’s with Jamie. The one with the midnight hair, dresses in a lot of black, and will always be sucking onsomething. Total oral fixation, that one. He says it’s because he quit smoking those horrible cigars but we all know the truth.” He waggled his brows at me, grinning, like we were sharing a secret. “You’ll probably end up spending more time with Jamie and Bash than anyone. Well, maybe Ryan and Brendan since Ryan works for you now.”
Ryan, a young omega, with mossy green eyes, reddish blond hair and a quick smile, had waved at me shyly.
“Why would I spend more time with Jamie and Bash?” It was hard for me to put the names with the faces, as several of them had immediately been charged with moving furniture wherever I pointed. And I still felt like my brain wasn’t completely online yet.
“He and Becks are besties,” Wade had informed me, then had run assessing gray eyes over me and I had fought the urge to squirm. Or sniff myself, because I could really use a shower, he wasn’t wrong. “When’s the last time you had a decent meal?”
When I couldn’t come up with a response fast enough, he had shaken his head, pushing me towards the stairs. “Go take a shower. It will do you good. We’ll get food ordered.”
“But,” I had protested, “Julianna–”
“Is sleeping soundly,” he had pointed to my sofa where Ryan was sitting, happily holding my sleeping daughter. She seemed oblivious to all the noise and movement going on around her.
“She’s okay,” Wade told me softly, “and you will be too. Having a new baby is hella stressful. I couldn’t have done it without Finn. And the Mama M’s–his mom, Mary, and my adopted mom, Maeve–plus family and friends. It’s the most exciting time, but then they just hand you this little person, who depends on you for every single thing, and you’re just supposed to know what to do with them. It’s exciting, and overwhelming, and fucking terrifying.”
It was all of that plus about a thousand other things.
“Add in all the other stuff,” he waved a hand around the chaos that was currently my house, filled with virtual strangers and movement that seemed to come from every room, “the move, the baby, the alpha who lays the bomb on you that he’s your fated mate and then can’t act right. No one expects you to know what you’re doing, Wyatt. It’s okay to need some help.”
Swallowing hard, I asked, “How did you know? About Grayson? Did Finn tell you?”
“Finn takes patient confidentiality very seriously.” He shook his shocking hair of black and orange, then lowered his voice, “I know everything about everything, all the time. But Becks told us while we were outside. And Jamie and Bash filled in the rest. None of us are happy with Becks right now, let me tell you.” He made a shooing motion with his hands, herding me up the stairs. “Shower. Clean clothes. You’ll be amazed how much better you feel. Then food.”
That had been about forty-five minutes ago, and my stomach was rumbling angrily. But Wade had been right; the shower had felt so good I had stayed in longer than I had planned. Walking into my bedroom, I stopped short at the alpha who was lounging in the doorway, leaning casually against the open door.
“Jamie, right?” I wasn’t uneasy in his presence, just wary, knowing he and Grayson were close.
“Can we chat?” Hearing my stomach rumble, he frowned. “I promise to make it quick. We ordered pizza.”
Wrapping my arms around my waist, because I didn’t know what to do with my hands, I nodded uneasily, “Okay, I guess.”
He stepped further into the room, then gestured towards my bed. “Sit, please. I’ll–” he looked around the mess that was my bedroom, then decided there was no place for him to sit exceptfor the bed. “I’ll just stand.”
I could have offered him room next to me on my bed, but I didn’t know him and that just seemed weird. The entire day had been strange, so I shouldn’t have been surprised to find him waiting for me.
Not knowing what to say, I waited for him to speak. I wished he would hurry up, because I was absolutely starving. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday when after I had thrown Grayson out–which was starting to become a theme with us– I had quickly inhaled some toast while trying to get Julianna to sleep. That seemed like a lifetime ago.
