We were still on edge after the kidnapping and didn’t want to leave Clover alone. Each time I saw our daughter, it felt like a kick in the stomach, remembering we’d nearly lost them.
“Where’s Logan?” He’d been even clingier than the rest of us combined, but given his guilt over his family, that was understandable.
“Making a bottle downstairs,” Clover explained.
I should have known he wouldn’t be far.
She was breastfeeding a few of Blossom’s meals and pumping for the others so we could all feed the baby.
“Do you want to feed her?”
“I’m happy with a quick cuddle,” I said, making little grabby motions.
Clover smiled and held out the baby. “Take your daughter. I’m going to get a snack.”
“If you ask Logan, he’ll bring the entire fridge in here. Maybe we should build you a snack station,” I mused.
A delicate laugh escaped Clover. “I’d never leave the nursery if we did that. I can walk to the fridge. I’m balancing rest and light movement, like the doctor said.”
“I just want to make sure you have everything you need.” I settled on the edge of her nest with Blossom.
We had managed to make the most adorable girl in the world. Her chubby little cheeks and squished-up nose made me light up with joy. She had the darkest hair, which likely meant Hunter or Logan had the winning sperm, but Blossom was a daughter to all of us.
“I can’t believe she’s almost three weeks old.” Clover gently ran her hand over Blossom’s hair.
“It’s all going too fast. How do we stop her from aging?”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” Clover said.
“Could be. We’re rich. I can invest in some really good anti-aging companies.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I’m going to be sad as she gets older, but I’m also really excited to see who she’s going to become.” Blossom fussed, letting out her “bitch, I’m hungry” sound.
Clover laughed. “Logan had better hurry up with that bottle, or our little miss is going to make me haul out a titty.”
“He can take as long as he wants in that case,” I said with a laugh. “Has he talked to you about how he’s doing?”
“I’m doing fine, Avery,” Logan answered for himself, returning with the bottle for Blossom. “I start therapy next week.”
“Really?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“Yeah. Clover suggested it, and I’m feeling settled enough to have some real conversations about everything.” He sat next to me and collected Blossom, who was fucking jazzed for her bottle.
“If any of us had tried to suggest therapy, you’d probably have punched us.”
“Maybe at one point.” He smiled so softly at Blossom, it made me feel all warm and squishy. “But I want to be the best version of myself for our little girl and our omega.”
“I’ll be the best version of myself once I get my snack,” Clover said, climbing out of the nest gingerly. Logan gave her alook. “Well, I’ll be a less hungry version, anyway, but I’m starting therapy too once I find someone I like. At this point, I think we need to hire a full-time therapist for the whole pack.”
“It would certainly save on driving time,” I agreed.
I gathered her into my arms before she could get far and stole myself a long, luxurious kiss.
“What was that for?”
“Just enjoying having the most beautiful mate on the planet.”
Clover let out the cutest giggle. “I guess Iampretty perfect.”
