Ezra
Jamesgrabsafistfull of Luna’s panties and shoves them in the top drawer.
“I’m in over my fucking head,” he says, just fisting the different lace and cotton into the top drawer.
I shut the closet door behind me after hanging up her last dress and stand in front of him. “You know if you’re not comfortable, this goes no further.”
“Yeah, like that’s not a fuck ton of pressure.”
“James.” He sighs and shoos me off with his hand.
“I like her, I like this idea. I think she’ll be good for us.”
I pet his hair, and he pushes my hand away, and I sigh. “You promise to communicate with us if you feel uncomfortable?”
“Yes.”
“So assuring,” I say, trying to grab him for a hug, but he runs away. “You better get back here.”
He stops in the foyer, and I nearly run into his back. Luna is wearing yoga pants and a tight white T-shirt. Her face is done up in pretty light makeup, and Ian’s hand is on her back.
“Hi,” she says, waving a hand and blushing.
“Hey, Luna girl.”
“Hi,” James says.
“Luna’s decided to come and stay with us,” Ian announces like he didn’t make us pack up all her shit and put it in the bedroom he had made for her.
“Did he have to rip you out of one of those cages?” James says, and I nudge him with my elbow.
“Yes, actually,” she says, giving James a small smile. It does something to me. I haven’t seen James and Luna interact much, but it’s almost like they already have a mutual understanding of one another.
“Been meaning to try an amateur night or something,” James says, and Ian glares at him. James laughs and waves. “I’ll be outside if you need me,” he says, and Luna looks affronted.
“James likes a lot of alone time, don’t take it personally,” I tell her, and she nods. She looks around the house with a curious expression.
“Would you like a grand tour?”
She nods, and I hold out my hand, and she takes it eagerly. Her hand is soft and small against my own, and I can’t help but to smile. I fucking love James with every fiber of my being. I love his jokes, and when he does give affection, it feels like I’ve won the lottery. But the truth of the matter is, I’m a needy ass Alpha. I want an Omega in my lap 24/7, and that’s just not who James is. I love him for who he is, but our love languages are so different. I know he feels the pressure to be what we need, but I wonder if Luna is that missing piece. That can take the pressure from James, so he can feel more independent but also give Ian and I the needy Omega that we can’t help but to crave.
There’s a lot of stress in making this dynamic work and hope that this is what everyone needs in the situation. But I can’t help but to be hopeful. I want everyone in this house right now to be the happiest they can be. And with Luna’s small hand in mine, I feel like it might just be.
“Ezra?” she asks, and I realize I haven’t moved from the spot.
“Sorry, love.” We walk through the foyer into the large kitchen. “Kitchen, any food you’d like ordered, you can just write down on the pad on the counter.”
“Okay,” she says, sliding a hand against the countertop, clearly feeling a bit out of sorts about how she got here. She looks around, and her lashes fall against her reddened cheeks as she shakes her head. I squeeze her hand, and she looks up at me.
“What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head and forces a smile. “I’m happy to be here.”
“That’s not what I asked, love.”
“She didn’t care,” she says on a sigh.
“Well, we do.”
