“I have a huge house, remember? Move in with me, sell the apartment or rent it, Santo,” Miles says with a shrug. “There’s plenty of room for everyone, and space to grow.”
Kids.I know immediately that he’s talking about children, something I haven’t really thought about.
“Cae likes kids,” Mr. Freedman says absently. “Space to grow is smart.”
“There’s so much we haven’t had a chance to discuss with her,” Miles groans, scrubbing his face with his hands. He has more scruff than usual since none of us have had a chance to worry about shaving.
“I’ll add you to our pack, talk to HR, and make sure that they know we have an omega. It’ll help get some of our more vocal staff to leave us alone about dating,” Levon says.
“You have someone worried about that?” Mr. Freedman snorts.
“We do,” I grumble. “She thinks that if players have an omega that they’ll be less volatile.”
“I’ve seen Levon play, he’s in the penalty box a lot,” Mr. Freedman chuckles.
“It used to be worse,” Levon winces. “Most of the things you’re worrying about are easily solved, Santo. The only thing I’ll miss about my condo is the soaking tub.”
“Remodel one of the bathrooms,” Miles suggests. “My house is yours now. If I have a hockey player living there, it makes sense that you have what you need.”
“I was kind of concerned about how different you all are from each other, but it works,” Mr. Freedman admits. “Cae is figuring out how to lean into her omega instincts and all that entails. She’s going to be needy… It’s weird to say that when she’s such an independent person.”
“I would carry her on my back like an omega backpack if she’d let me get away with it,” Miles says. “I mean…”
“You already cart her around enough,” Levon says, stretching his back with a grimace. Yeah, these chairs are terrible.
“I’m guilty of carrying her when she’s upset,” Mr. Freedman says, his eyes on his sleeping daughter. “I don’t know how her anxiety is going to be around a new team if she attends a game or something.”
“I’ll sit with her,” I say immediately. “They only need me before and after games unless something big happens.”
He hums under his breath, clearly worried about his daughter.
“Should she not come with us?” Miles asks, cutting to the heart of the matter.
“No, she should,” Mr. Freedman grunts. “Her best friend lives in Nashville. They haven’t seen each other in months. Don’t be surprised if she steals her.”
The three of us growl and Caelia shifts in the bed.
“Neanderthals,” Mr. Freedman says, amused. Caelia’s stomach growls, making him grin affectionately. “Cae, time to get up, lazy bones. You need to eat.”
Sitting up, she looks around blearily. “Ugh, I forgot where I was.”
“You’re adorable,” I say, standing to help her up.
“We’ll probably take Caelia’s car and drive back tonight,” Miles says, for both Caelia and her father’s benefit. “This way I can have a day to get back into the swing of things and get Caelia moved in, and she’ll have her vehicle.”
“Where am I moving to?” she asks, still sleepy as she leans on me.
She’s seriously adorable.Picking her up, I enjoy the way she curls up in my arms. Her father just shrugs, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to cart around your omega.
Who needs to walk?
“You’re moving in with me,” Miles says, winking at her as she gives him a smile.
“And Levon and I,” I continue, “are also moving in with him.”
“Good,” she says, her eyes already threatening to close again.
“Screw it, she won’t starve,” Mr. Freedman says. “I expect she’ll wake up and be hungry though.”
