I have no business not being more sore right now than I am. Skylar and Rhodes took really good care of me. The first thing they did was show me the room, along with things for me todecorate my nest. They said they would be paying for everything regarding my nest, would help putting anything together, and then handed me a laptop while I spiraled in the land of “holy fuck are you serious.”
Rhodes also told me that I should buy anything I need due to losing everything to the flooding before he handed me his card. He said to make sure it was expensive, and that I should also buy my items to fill my nest with his card.
It doesn’t seem as if money is a factor for him. While I can afford it all, he seemed sincere about taking care of me in his own way.
So I will let him.
I’m going to buy all of my suits and nice shoes on his card, as well as my athletic wear. I saw his closet, and it’s a work of art. When does he have the time to wear it all?
“Why would they do this?” I whisper. The house is new, I know that. There’s no hidden family somewhere I don’t know about, nor do I think they’re keeping any secrets that’ll hurt me.
They had a housewarming party with the Cougars, for goodness sakes. Of course they’re not pursuing me for nefarious reasons.
I can ignore a lot of things, but I’m painfully aware of Rhodes and Skylar’s presence. My friends talk about them, I can always hear them coming down the hall, and now Rhodes’ emotions are bouncing around my chest.
How is it possible for someone to be so warm and happy? The bond with Rhodes is like being wrapped up in a comforting hug, and I find myself relaxing as I focus on it.
Skylar and Rhodes don’t have an omega hidden in their walls, other than me. They’re not looking to fuck me over like that, and I have to remind myself I’m the only omega they’re obsessed with.
It’s hard not to spiral at all of this attention they’re giving me. I understand it better knowing it’s part of biology and fate, but it still managed to shock me.
They have done a lot to put themselves in the same city as me, some of which I’m sure I don’t know about. The fact that we’re scent matched helps me wrap my mind around why they’d get themselves traded to protect my six on the ice.
It’s almost romantic, if I had a screw loose in my mind.
Wincing, I rub my chest as I think about how mean my last thought was. Ugh, the bond is going to take some getting used to.
Lifting the laptop into my lap, I glance around at the space I’m in and begin looking for sunken beds. I like to be closer to the ground when possible, which is why I’m sitting on the floor, despite the chair Skylar put in the room with me.
Finding a bed that has the ability to hold the combined weight of my alphas and myself, I add it to my cart, and then begin shopping for a duvet cover, fluffy blankets, sheets, and pillows.
I may be a little over six foot two, but I’m still an omega. I’ve always had trouble acting like one, for fear of being taken advantage of. Maybe now, I can finally begin to get to know that part of myself.
I like robin egg’s blue and cream fabrics in different textures, but I’ve never allowed myself to buy anything in those combinations. I also used to love swings when I was younger, but as I grew older, I was told that those were for kids and I needed to grow up.
My parents never said this, it was my peers who seemed very invested in what I liked. I’ve never understood the need to tear others down since it’s not my first, second, or third instinct.
When did growing up mean we had to give everything up we enjoyed doing to be accepted by others? It’s enough to makepeople hate getting older. Yet, Rhodes doesn’t give a flying fuck what people think.
He will wear what he wants, when he wants. I bet if he was an omega, he’d revel in being one. Deciding to channel Rhodes, I buy a huge double bowl chair I can also adjust it any way I’d like. This way, I can watch tapes of previous games reclined perfectly, and I can also sketch.
Frowning, I also add more art supplies to my cart, before glancing at the walls I’m surrounded by. Making a sound under my breath, I decide I want to make three of the walls sage green. Then, the shortest wall, I’ll paint a deep navy. It sounds a little wild, but I want to try my hand at stencil painting on one of the sage green walls.
I also want to add a low light leaf cage with a fan on it to the room. It’ll both circulate the air, give me much needed light because a single, sad lamp is providing me with a way to see, and it’ll give the ceiling a cool pattern.
Then, I begin to look for new frames so I can ask my parents to send me photos from when I was a kid. I want to place them on a shelf in my nest. I want this space to reflect who I am, something I’ve never allowed myself before.
My nest is where I want to be my authentic self. There should be no doubt that I am an omega who loves soft colors, art, my family despite the complicated relationships, and comfort.
I’m not sure where I fit in with my alphas yet, but I know I have time to figure it out. Running is useless when I’m scent matched and already bonded to them. Not to mention, I’m aware my alphas are not normal.
I just have to figure out how the pieces of my soul fit together with theirs. It’s something I’ve never needed to consider before, since I’m a lone wolf of sorts.
I continue to add things to my cart, biting my lip when I see the total. Shit, that’s a lot. Well, I’m sure Rhodes will mention if I spent too much. I haven’t even bought any of my clothes yet.
Entering the card info, I finalize the purchase before moving on to order clothes.
My ass is asleep by the time I’m done, and I stretch my arms over my head with a groan. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been sitting here, and my stomach is growling really loudly.
