It’s nice to see that some naked rolling around time helped make him more comfortable around us.
Ansel and I were already dressed, so Shi and Abbott dig clothes out of the dryer to change into. We’ve been doing laundry while hanging out today since Patricia hasn’t been able to come by.
We’ll have to reschedule her visit. Honestly, the last few days have been an insane whirlwind. It’s been amazing, but I’m trying to get myself to believe it really happened.
“What’s up, Cass? You look dazed, baby.”
Ansel is looking at me with a worried smile and I shake my head, trying to get over my weird mood.
“Is it possible for life to betooperfect?” I ask, blushing. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted. It just feels surreal, Ansel.”
“I think it’s supposed to be,” he admits, pulling me into a hug. “It’s been one thing after another, and we haven’t had time to justbe. It feels like there’s always a five alarm fire happening, right?”
“That’s exactly it,” I sigh, happy he gets it. A part of me feels guilty that I feel like this.
It’s no one’s fault, it’s simply what it takes to keep everyone safe.
“Enjoy life for what it is right now, baby,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “There’s enough trouble out there that’ll manage to find us eventually. No reason to go looking for it.”
“Ready!” Abbott calls out, making me squeeze Ansel around the waist before I head to the front door to put my shoes on.
“Coming!” Bellamy yells from somewhere above us in the house, making me chuckle.
It’s always been loud with the four of us in the house, but it feels right now that our omegas are with us.
As Bellamy and Winter thunder down the stairs ready to walk, I allow myself to think for just a second of the possibility of kids. They might not be biologically mine, but they’d still be ours.
Letting that small kernel of a thought sit in my mind, I take Winter’s hand as she holds it out to me, already breathless from running up and down three flights of stairs.
“Haven’t gotten enough exercise yet?” I tease her, nodding to Abbott as he holds the door open for us to all walk out of.
My eyes move along the street, which is quiet now that it’s almost eight at night. There’s a couple of people walking their pets, and it’s always been safe. Walking down the steps to the sidewalk, I bite my lip as I think about what direction to walk.
“I wouldn’t mind a coke float,” I muse. It’s a little muggy out as the clouds seem to hover over the city, it would be refreshing to get a treat.
“That sounds good,” Bellamy admits. “Lead the way.”
That level of trust is something I won’t take for granted, and I take a left away from the house. Our walk is easy, and Winter tips her head back to enjoy the breeze as it blows through her hair. It’s the only respite from the heavy, pregnant air around us.
We’re all in workout gear or shorts and light t-shirts, clothing meant for the Savannah summer.
I think our omegas are suffering from cabin fever, so the walk will help them with that. There’s also nothing better than a walk through the city. I never really have to be bribed too much to just enjoy the city I grew up in.
“This is the tattoo shop we told you about,” Abbott says suddenly.
We’ve been walking for the last fifteen minutes, and I glance over to see that it’s indeed Seren’s shop, Inked Discoveries.
“Can we say hi?” Winter asks. “I’ve been thinking about what you said about getting a tattoo, and I’ve been playing with some sketches.”
“Winter,” Bellamy murmurs, his eyes widening in surprise.
“I haven’t shown you yet,” she says, blushing. “They’re not ready. You could hate them.”
“I’ve never hated anything you’ve drawn. Even when they were silly stick figures when we were sixteen,” he says.
“Stick figures?” I ask, watching them.
“I got the idea to learn how to draw, and Bellamy helped me find videos. It started as something to do for fun, and then snowballed,” Winter explains. “The beginning of my journey was terrible.”
