“And to us,” Sage added.
Sergio chuckled, kissing my forehead and then Sage’s. “And to you,” he agreed.
Chapter Twelve
It felt right to spend Sunday with Serge and Dexter in a bizarrely domestic bubble. We stripped my bed together, showered, cooked brunch, and just hung out at home, as if we were already bonded mates. It made my omega sing to know that this could —no,would— be our life soon enough.
Serge was going to move in, Dex would also move into my room, and Dex’s current bedroom would be converted into a study space for Sergio’s research. He was even talking about setting up his own sacred space-slash-shaman store (for lack of a better description) here for the pack.
I thought that would be awesome and might also take some of the strain off my brothers when it came to the more magical side of unlocking alphas and finding fated mates.
Speaking of my brothers, we were just getting ready for bed —with plans to sleep and only sleep— when my phone lit up with Brandt’s name on the screen.
“Hey, big bro—” I started with an easy smile, only to be cut off by Micah’s exhausted, but still overjoyed, voice.
“The boys are here!”
I re-routed immediately, turning on my heel and heading towards the garage instead of towards the bedroom. “Congratulations,” I beamed, already excited to meet my nephews. “How’s Bran?”
“Tired, but healthy. Baby mama and both babies are doing well.”
I laughed. “Does he know you call him your baby mama?”
There was a pause. “That can be our little secret, right?”
“Considering how exhausted you also sound, I think I can pretend it was a slip of your tongue.” I was dimly aware of Dex and Sergio both following me as I went looking for my car keys, which I usually dropped into the bowl on the side table in the hallway, directly beside the door that led to the garage. They were not there. I frowned.
Dex snorted and headed into the garage, then returned with my keys in hand. “You dropped them next to the rear passenger door,” he said.
I blushed, recalling why. I’d had a bit of tunnel-vision on Friday night.
“Tell me more about my nephews,” I demanded of mybrother’s alpha, mouthing a ‘thank you’ in Dex’s direction, “and can I come meet them now?”
“Would you mind waiting until tomorrow?” His reply made my shoulders sag, but he explained, “Brandt was in labor most of last night and all day. He needs to rest, and Casey’s monitoring the boys for us—”
“What? Why?” Casey was a neo-natal pediatrician from a hospital in Sioux City. He and Tammy, another human pediatrician, had become honorary members of the pack when Brandt and Micah’s triplets were born prematurely and needed specialist care. “You said—”
“They’re fine, I promise. It’s mostly precautionary, given everything we went through with the girls. And we think Patrick and Finlay have a touch of jaundice, so—”
I lost the rest of his sentence behind my squeal. “Awww, Mike! Their names are perfect!”
“Thanks,” I could hear his proud daddy smile and I glanced towards my mates, imagining what they might be like when —if— we had babies of our own. “Anyway, you can meet them tomorrow. Bran just insisted that I call you. Eric delivered them, so…”
I sighed, a bit jealous that my younger brother not only met our nephews first, but also got to be the first to hold them, even before their parents. Then I realized just how stupid that pang of jealousy was, and I nodded, though I knew Micah couldn’t see me.
Tossing my keys into their rightful place in the bowl by the door, I listened to them clink against the ceramic pleasantly. “I get it, and I appreciate you calling to tell me. Go rest up with Bran; you sound dead on your feet, too. Oh, and give him a hug for me. I’ll be there first thing tomorrow.”
He bid me goodbye and I ended the call, then I smiled at my mates. “Brandt had the babies. They named them Patrick and Finlay.”
Dexter nodded, but he was always awkward when it came to situations like these. It was kind of cute, the way he seemed so unsure of how to respond. Endearing, even. Or, at least, I thought so now that I wasn’t pissed at him.
Sergio, on the other hand, smiled warmly back at me. “That is wonderful news.” He cocked his head. “Did Micah say if they scented like dragons?”
“No, I…” I trailed off, struck by the realization that Sergio was Micah’s biological father. Even though he and Micah didn’t acknowledge it, I suddenly wondered what Brandt would have to say about the sudden change to my relationship with the older beta-come-alpha unicorn. “Oh my God.”
“What’s wrong?” Serge asked, the furrow in his brow deepening.
I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. My mouth worked, but I couldn't formulate the words.
