“Thank you for helping Elena with her nest today,” I say.
He just shrugs. Typical, avoidant Finn bullshit.
“She wants some of our stuff. She said the nest doesn’t smell right.”
He grabs two of his pillows and his comforter and hands them to me wordlessly.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
He inhales deeply and looks away from me before speaking.
“It feels wrong.”
“What does?”
“That someone like me should get a second chance.”
“Haven’t you spent enough years beating yourself up about this?”
“Just let me know if she needs anything else,” he grumbles, waving me off and heading back to his bathroom.
He might still be self-deprecating, but if there’s anyone who stands a chance of breaking down my brother’s walls, it's Elena.
I grab a few of my things and bring them back down the hall to Elena’s nest.
“Where do you want these?” I ask.
“Ugh, they’re such ugly colors. Put them on that daybed, and I’ll figure it out,” she says.
I hold back a laugh as her tablet starts chiming, and she crawls over the nest and picks up the FaceTime call with Lorcán.
He’s panning the screen to all the bath bombs on display.
“Which ones do you want? There’s so many fucking options.”
“Nothing with flowers and shit inside of it.”
Lorcán laughs and starts going through the different rows where she vetoes or approves the bath bomb choices.
“What’s that one smell like?”
“Orange blossom.”
“Get it. What about that one?”
“It’s some sort of lavender and chamomile type thing. It’s supposed to help you sleep,” he replies.
“Get a few of them too.”
“Sir, do you need any help?” the saleswoman asks.
“No, he has it covered,” Elena snaps sharply over the video call, and Lorcán shakes his head.
“Is there anything else you want while I’m out?”
“We need cups and plates that aren’t breakable. Not ugly ones either, teal or white. Maeve is already handling all the food, and Declan is putting all the other stuff away for me. I don’t wantto miss anything,” she lists, looking around the room like it isn’t already an Omega oasis.
“I’m being a bit much, aren’t I?”
