My cheeks heated as I laughed at the sexual innuendo.
George cleared his throat, and I thought I caught a blush on his cheeks. “Yes, well, the rest was history.”
“That’s so sweet,” I said.
Gray nudged me. “Eat, princess.”
I rolled my eyes but took a bite of my pizza, which was incredible. I finished it quickly, and Gray smiled as he put another piece on my plate.
I jumped when the front door crashed open.
“I heard we were un-celebrating,” Rose shouted from the foyer. “Well, I’m fucking ready.”
“Oh dear,” Anne said, turning her worried gaze to me. “Rose is in a bit of amoodtoday. I understand if you get too overwhelmed. I know omegas are reserved and need a lot of peace and quiet.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. I made the mistake of glancing across the table at Bear, who put his fist against his mouth to keep from laughing. Liam buried his face in both hands, and Henry shot his mom an incredulous look.
“And how do you know that?” he asked.
“I read it in an article,” Anne said. She turned back to me. “Would a blanket make you more comfortable?”
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh. I was not going to make this woman feel bad for trying so damned hard to make me comfortable.
“I promise I’m okay,” I said, reaching across the table to grab her hand.
She beamed, squeezing my hand before getting up. “I better see what Rose needs.” There was a loud crashing sound and cursing coming from the kitchen.
Once Anne was out of the room, Bear burst out laughing. I shot him a dirty look, but he was unbothered. Liam turned back to the table, wiping tears from his eyes. “We should show her a video of you skating at disco night,” he snorted.
“If only you had one,” I responded, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
Liam smirked. “If only. Oh wait, I havemultiple.”
I stood up with a huff. “Your omega needs some peaceful time away from you.”
Henry grabbed my hand to keep me from leaving. I winked at him. “Just going to the bathroom.”
After the bathroom, I detoured to the kitchen to say hi to Rose. I found an apprehensive Anne fluttering over her upset daughter, who was pouring tequila into a blender.
“Margaritas?” I asked.
Rose whirled around, her furious expression softening when she saw me. “I heard you’re having a shit day, so I brought supplies.”
“Seems like you’re having a shit day, too.” I raised my eyebrows when I saw how much tequila wound up in the blender.
“You know who’s going to have an even more shit day by the end of it? My fucking husband.” Rose turned back to the blender, closing the lid before turning it on.
Anne squeezed my arm before slipping out of the kitchen with another backward glance at her distraught daughter.
“Mom doesn’t like tension,” Rose explained once the blender was off. The mixture had turned bright red from the frozenstrawberries on the counter. The only thing I loved more than margaritas was a strawberry margarita.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, taking an overfilled glass from her.
She sniffed and poured another glass. “Luke has been so busy lately with this case and we’ve barely gotten to see each other. The other night when you went to the fair, he was finally home for dinner. We had a great evening and then when we got to bed, I sucked him off?—”
“You’re fucking kidding me.” I turned to see Henry in the doorway, a look of disgust on his face as he made a hasty retreat.
Rose just rolled her eyes. “Anyway, afterwards he fuckingfell asleep. Without any reciprocation.”
