“I may have forced some of the rookies to go have breakfast at the restaurant Caelia is at,” Miles admits. “I’m not sorry and I was very scary about it in my call.”
“I didn’t think you had that in you,” I laugh. “The skirt covers her ass. It wasn’t that tiny. Now, the red crop top she had on?”
“The one that says ‘don’t be a dick’?” Miles asks. “It was very festive.”
Choking on my laughter, I nod. “I’m very excited to remove it with my teeth.”
“The fishnet stockings were cute with the skull and hearts,” Santo admits. “She may have started this in an effort to hide, but the style suits her.”
“It does,” I agree. “I want to incorporate that with some snarky pillows that reflect her humor.”
“Let me go hit the pillow section to see if they have any here,” Miles suggests.
Working together, we find bedding, a mattress, a pallet for the mattress, a little book shelf, and more.
“They have swings!” Santo hisses, spotting them. I have to say, this is a lot of fun.
None of us get this excited shopping for ourselves.
“Alright,” I smirk. “Let’s get one. Who the hell is going to hang it?”
“I will,” Miles says beside me. “This may be a surprise to you, but I also built the outdoor kitchen in my house too.”
“No way,” I say, looking at the different colors of sensory swing fabric. “I’m impressed. It’s quite the setup you created.”
“Eh, maybe somewhere in my mind, I thought a pack would happen for me one day.”
“I don’t think any of us were looking for one, but good things happen,” I agree. That’s what this pack, Santo, and Caelia are for me. Good fucking things.
“Has anyone seen Caelia’s drawings, other than me?” Santo asks, pointing out a deep blue swing.
“I noticed that she’s been doodling, but she never lets me see it,” Miles says.
“She’s really fucking good,” Santo says. “She drew you at the last practice, Levon.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Mmhmm. I think she should pour into that because it’s raw talent,” Santo says.
“Maybe we should buy some art supplies,” Miles muses. “I need to go track someone down about what’s good.”
This nesting store has anything an omega could want. Miles even found pillows that have the sayings we wanted. While he takes off, I grab the swing that Santo picked out, along with the harness to hang it up.
“Do we want anything else?” I ask.
“The main walls of her nest are kind of plain,” Santo says, leading me toward the paint and wallpaper area. “The nest light is also really bright…”
We went over every inch of the nest space to make sure everything fits well since we don’t have much time before she comes home. Hopefully, her friend keeps her chatting for a while.
I head toward the light section to make sure we don’t need something other than the twinkle lights we grabbed, and find a skull lamp I can outfit with a low watt lightbulb.
Santo isn’t anywhere near the area I left him at with the cart when I return, and I look around the huge store. I could text him, or continue to browse until I’m found by Santo or Miles.
Since I don’t often get to spoil my girl, I decide to keep walking through the store, making sure to snag a basket to place the lamp into. I’m rooting through an aisle that has chandeliers hung up throughout it, when I overhear two women near me chatting.
“Is that Levon Phillips next to us?” one of them asks. My lips twitch in amusement because I’m recognized often. It doesn’t really bother me.
“It is. I didn’t know he had an omega,” the woman beside her says. “I thought it would be a little more public. I heard he was with a man. Doesn’t that mean he’s gay?”
