The point is, Kai is here every day. Even though Plum has been locked away in her workshop, cranking out ornaments, Kai is always here. Yesterday, I asked if he had somewhere else he could spend his time, and he snorted at me like I said something funny.
Thankfully for me, it seems Benson and Kai get along shockingly well, and he has more patience than I do, so he’s been showing Kai the ropes around the farm.
Unfortunately, Plum woke up Monday morning and announced she would be spending the week working. Benson and I have been texting her daily. Hell, I think Benny has been texting her hourly.
“I want to say he wouldn’t, but…” Benson squints at the beta as he holds one of the more aggressive roosters, petting him from head to tail. I smirk. “It’s hard to tell sometimes. Um,should we tell him the rooster’s balls…” My brother points at them, and I nod, leading the way as we walk over to him.
“You know, the roosters aren’t as bad as you guys make them seem,” Kai says as we approach him.
“That’s because you’re stroking his balls, bud,” I point out, gesturing to the area of his back where the rooster's testicles are. The horrified expression on his face is incredible, and my brother and I burst out laughing.
“That motherfucker!” Kai growls, gently placing the chicken back on his feet. Kai wipes his hands on his jeans, still looking severely grossed out. “Rhian said this would make them like me! He’s the only one they don’t attack. I can’t believe I trusted that asshole.”
“Eh. Most people have no idea. They’re located along their backbone, which is an unexpected area for balls.” I shrug, patting him on the shoulder. “Imagine how many people own roosters and have no idea…” I cringe.
“I feel dirty.” Kai winces, making Benson double over because he's laughing so hard still. “You are just as bad as your diabolical omega sibling.” Kai points at my brother, narrowing his eyes as Benny struggles to get his shit together.
“Go clean up.” I shake my head, trying to contain my smile as we head toward the house. I leave my brother on the front porch, gasping for air, and head upstairs to my room. Plum’s scent lingers in there still. It’s faint now, but it’s there. I just want one little inhale. Kai already lit several of the candles Sable made, so there are hints of her in every room, but nothing compares to the real thing.
Pushing open the door and breathing in is disappointing because Benson’s and Kai’s scents hit me first, meaning they have both been in here doing exactly the same as I am right now. Desperate, I grab the pillow she used for eight nights and press my face into it.
Once her sweet peppermint and evergreen scent fills my lungs, I sigh, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. Pulling my phone out of my pocket and bringing up Plum’s contact, I send her a text.
Nick: Miss you today.
Plum: You say that every day.
Nick: And I mean it every day. You don’t miss us?
I include the raised eyebrow emoji so she knows I’m teasing her.
Plum: I don’t know. Remind me who you are again?
There is a series of emojis attached, including one sticking its tongue out and a big red question mark.
Nick: Santa.
Plum: Ooooh, Saint Nick? Hot. How do I get a seat on that lap so I can tell you exactly what I want for Christmas?
Nick: I’ll be in VIP this Saturday. I’ll save you a turn.
Plum: I better have the only turn.
Nick: Awe, someone doesn’t like to share.
Plum: Nope. That lap is mine, and don’t ever forget it.
Nick: Never.
Plum: I’ll see you then, Alpha.
She adds a kissing face emoji that makes me smile as I stuff my phone back into the pocket of my blue jeans.
Saturday is my sister’s non-traditional gingerbread-making wedding shower, and the next time we’ll get to see Plum. Because of the chaos last weekend with the village happening, as well as the dinner, Stella decided she wanted to have her party, shower thing, at Taron’s bar. He’s shutting the place down for the night so it won’t be a madhouse. I suspect Val is probably paying him for the loss of profits that closing down on a Saturday would cost.
He can certainly afford it.
It’s coed, and the entire wedding party will be attending. Including Val’s parents. I wince. They’re wonderful people, but I can’t get through a conversation with them without one, or both of them, asking if they can buy reindeer for the farm.
