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A moment later, he was the top of the stairs, grinning. My brother and Weston’s sister appeared behind him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Come up and see,” Pete replied, beaming.
“Let’s see the picture,” Weston added.
Proudly, I held it up for them to see, before heading upstairs.
“Oh, Shea, I love it!” said Weston. “You’re so talented!”
“I honestly can’t believe you painted it,” Pete laughed. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“So, what is everyone doing here?” I pressed.
With a trio of grins, they led me down the hall. I rounded the corner into the nursery and stopped short with a gasp.
It was done.
The walls were a deep, almost shimmering shade of teal, just like I had pictured. Dark chocolate furniture was in place all around, with everything Weston and I had picked out perfectly arranged on it. Even the curtains were hung.
Weston held out a hammer and a nail to me. “I believe you wanted to help with the nursery?”
Mindful not to damage my painting, I flung and arm around him. “Gods, I love you,” I murmured against his chest as he pulled me close. “Thank you.” My eyes were brimming with tears, but I didn’t care. Thank you, everyone, it’s wonderful.”
Taking my hand, Weston guided me to the glider and I sat down with a satisfied moan.
“This is so comfortable,” I said. I wiggled a bit then studied it. “This isn’t the one we picked out.”
“This one is way better, trust me,” Weston’s sister said with a smile.
I yawned and everyone laughed. Then, I closed my eyes and sank back, imagining my son in the crib nearby. I just knew he was going to be as perfect as the nursery.
Chapter Eleven
Weston
“Slow down love, we have plenty of time.” I wrapped my arms around my omega, at least as around as I could get. “The baby isn’t due for three weeks and you remember what the doctor said.”
“That first babies tend to stay in past their due dates,” he sighed, leaning back into me. “I just want everything to be perfect when he comes.”
Which was why the past three days had been all about cleaning and organizing. We even childproofed the knife drawer because... I didn’t know why but I knew better than to argue with an omega in their final month of pregnancy.
“Put down the laundry. You’re up to the sixth month clothing. He won’t need those for a long time.”
Shea held the sleeper against his belly. “It looks like it’s the right size now.” I took it from his hands and set it down.
“Let’s find something else to do.” I took a step back. “We could eat lunch?”
“It’s only ten.” She puffed, gathering up the folded clothes. “I’m at least putting these away.”
I got out of his way. No sense arguing with that. While he was gone I put the rest of the clothes in the basket. It would have to wait. Nesting was a thing. I knew this, but my poor omega needed a break.
“So, what should we do?” He called from the entry way and I turned to see him buck ass naked. Or rather almost buck naked. Shea had not one stitch of clothing on, with the exception of his sock. He struggled getting those on and off now that he couldn’t reach his feet.
Standing there with his belly so round...it was all I could do not to run to him, scoop him in my arms, and carry him off to bed.
“I don’t know? Go for a walk?” I started to close the distance between us, my cock already jumping to attention.
