Got it in one, baby.
Pocketing my phone, I get to work on the swing. It’s the size of a sofa, and I imagine it would be awesome for reading, sketching, or napping. The rafters aren’t super high in the attic, just tall enough for me to stand up without knocking my brains around.
Twenty minutes later, the swing is safely hung and secured. I think Bellamy let himself get distracted by Winter, and I don’t blame him.
The swing has a dark gray sturdy base for the cream cushions, and then knotted rope for it to hang from. The most difficult part was securing it properly.
“This is a great couch,” I grin, stepping back to look at it. “What do you think?”
“I’ve always wanted something like this,” Winter says softly. “When we presented together as omegas, Bell and I planned out our nest. We just didn’t get to have it until now. I still can’t believe it.”
“What can’t you believe?” I ask, facing them.
“That this is real life and you actually want us,” Bellamy says for them.
“We could have met a million different ways, and we’d still want you,” I confess. “Scent matched or not, you’re both gorgeous. Not only that, you’re talented as fuck. The way you work in tandem is incredible. Winter, you sketched this mural out right?”
“I’m not great at it,” she sighs. “Bell is much better with paints. I needed to be able to show him what I wanted.”
“Cass says you’re amazing,” I say honestly. “What did you want to do with your lives before all of this?”
“We wanted to go to college, but it seems silly now,” Bellamy admits. “I don’t think we have anything in common with people going to college. We’d feel out of step the entire time.”
“You’re not going for other people,” I correct him. “You go for you. Why did you want to go to college?”
“I wanted to get an arts degree,” he says.
“I kind of wanted to teach English at a high school. I don’t think I want to do that anymore,” Winter sighs. “The loud noises as the bell rings to change classes, the crush of people, I think I might have an anxiety attack and cry every day.”
“I’d appreciate not having to burn down a school because it made you unhappy,” I say unapologetically as she bursts out into surprised laughter.
“God, I think you actually would too,” she says.
“You betcha,” I say. “Are you knitting something?”
“A weighted blanket,” Bellamy says. “I want our nest to be full of things we made. That’s something we’re worried about…”
Letting the subject of college slide, I nod. I’ll come back to it another time. They have time to figure it out, but I don’t want them to throw away their dreams.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“We don’t know how long the injections Bret gave us are going to last. What if we spontaneously have a heat?” he asks.
“Riley wants to swing by to discuss that with you actually,” I say. “He wants to test your blood to see what your hormone levels are. There has to be an expiration period on whatever Bret gave you. How often were the injections?”
“They were supposed to be monthly, but the place was raided not long after we joined Slick Dreams,” Bellamy says. “Madam Clara managed to get her hands on his cocktail and kept dosing us until we ended up getting sold.”
“Ahh. So it could be built up in your system. It’ll be a good idea to have Riley test then,” I decide. “There aren’t any trackers on your body that you know about, are there?”
“No,” Winter says, shaking her head. “I don’t remember anything like that, and um…”
“We thought what if it was done at some point while we were sleeping, so we may have ordered something online to see if we had a tracker,” Bellamy says, red faced.
Oh they're so cute.
“I probably would have felt really uncomfortable if I didn’t know too,” I shrug. “You can order flamethrowers online, why not tracker detectors?”
“You cannot!” Winter squeals.
