Page 74 of Stuck with my Pack
I stare at the screen, my fingers hesitating over the keyboard for a moment, trying to make my panic sound reasonable.
Sophie:SOS
It only takes a few seconds before the typing bubble appears and then:
Lily:What happened? Are you dying? Are you Ok?
I groan, sinking further into my nest, my phone held above my face.
Sophie:Not dying. But might be spiraling.
Lily:Oof. Okay. What kind of spiral? Sexy spiral? Emotional spiral? Existential crisis spiral?
Sophie:ALL OF THE ABOVE
The dots appear and disappear a few times like she’s either really thinking about her response or trying not to laugh at me.
Lily:Babe. Be more specific. Should I bring chocolate or liquor?
Sophie: Idon’t know. Maybe both? I had a Heat. And, I just…I feel like I’m screwing everything up.
Sophie:I don’t know how to be an Omega.
Sophie:Or a mate
Sophie:And I FUCK…if I know how to be a mom if that ever happens.
Sophie:What if I don’t know how to let them take care of me?
Sophie:What if I don’t know how to take care of them?
Sophie::(
Lily’s response is immediate.
Lily:Babe. Breathe. First of all, you’re not screwing anything up. Second, you’re not supposed to know everything. That’s why you have them. That’s why you have me.
Her words should be reassuring, but I still feel like I’m treading water, my insecurities weighing me down.
Sophie:I just…I never had an example of this, you know? I wasn’t raised in a pack. I don’t even know what a healthy relationship looks like.
Lily:Neither did I.
That stops me.
Lily:But you figure it out. Day by day. You let yourself love them, and you let them love you back. It’s not about being a “proper” Omega. It’s about being you—and trusting that they chose you because that’s exactly what they want.
I exhale slowly, staring at the screen.
Sophie:That’s…way too logical for my 7 AM panic.
I set the phone down and look out the window before texting her back.
Sophie:Im so happy I’m your friend…
Lily:I’m a single Omega who survived pregnancy and childbirth. I’m basically a goddess now. Bow before my wisdom.
I snort, some of the tension in my chest finally easing. Before…
