His words settle inside of my chest and make up a home that reminds me of the home I’m making with all of them right now.
Eli’s presence pulls me out of my mind.
“Morning,” he mumbles through a yawn as he scratches at his head.
“Morning,” I say as I reach up for the mug cabinet. “Coffee?”
Eli pauses. “You fixed it.”
“What?”
He points. “The cabinet. Isn’t that the one that always squeaks?”
I smile as I step back, opening and closing his junk drawer. “Yeah. Fixed a few things. Hope you don’t mind.”
His smile is lopsided. “Thanks. I’m not good with that kind of stuff.”
I just toss him a wink. “Cream and sugar are on the kitchen table. How do you want your eggs?”
“He makes a good sunny side up,” Walker says with a mouthful from the table.
Eli wrinkles his nose. “I don’t like my eggs with texture like that.”
“So, scrambled with cheese?”
“And extra pepper, if you don’t mind.”
“Not a problem. Toast, too?”
“Ohhh,” Eli says as he makes his way to the kitchen table, “yes, thank you. That would be amazing.”
“Coming right up.”
The morning routine of eggs, toast, and coffee feels like something we’ve been doing forever instead of for the first time. It’s a quaint ritual, and one I could quickly come to love. When Eli’s breakfast is made, I deliver it to him at the table before reaching into the cabinet for a coffee mug of my own.
The telltale sound of shuffling footsteps pulls all three of our attentions toward the hallway.
Lia shuffles from the darkness of the hallway and into the soft light of the morning sun, and she steals my breath from my lungs. Her hair is mussed and tangled from sleep, her body clad in Walker’s shirt, the hem brushing against her juicy thighs. She’s got socks that look a lot like Eli’s pulled midway up her shins, and she rubs at her eyes like she’s been sleeping for ages.
Fucking hell, she’s a miracle wrapped in the definition of beauty.
“Good morning, my Alphas. I smell coffee.”
Walker growls from the table. Eli has a chuckle on his lips. But me? I move. I make my way out of the kitchen with those two words echoing off my mind.
My Alphas.
I’m her Alpha.
Always, and forever, so long as she’ll have me.
I have to hold her.
“Good morning, my Omega,” I murmur as I scoop her against me, burying my nose into her messy hair.
“Mmm, hi, Knox,” she hums against my chest.
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s get you fed. How does eggs and toast sound?”
