We were curled up in the nest while I read a book. I’d never really brought guys into my nest before, so having Merrick there was surprisingly pleasant.
“I mean, I'm pretty sure if I go over there, they’ll just follow. But that’s if you allow them. Do you really want them stinking up your house?”
“As fun as it is making them sleep on the floor, I do have several guest bedrooms. I would be happy to turn one of them into a nest room for you. And…” Merrick exaggerated a grimace. “…they are our pack.”
“You don't have to do that. I can make do with a regular bed,” I insisted
Because he was right. It was probably a better idea to stay somewhere with a bit more space.
“There's no way in hell you’re staying at my house withouta nest. You’re my omega, and you’repregnant,and youwillhave the best nest possible. I'm sure that during your pregnancy,you’ll be adding more and more stuff to it, like this guy.” He looked down at the giant stuffed bunny next to me.
When Wilder had given it to me, I’d been shocked, but then I was surprised at how quickly I became obsessed with it. It was just so soft and was the perfect amount of squishy to cuddle.
I was very picky about what stuffed animals I liked because some of them were too scratchy or too firm. Somehow, he’d picked up the best of everything.
And I wasn’t too big to admit that the gesture went a long way.
“He’s pretty amazing.” I smiled at the soft toy.
Bunny took up a good chunk of my nest, but Merrick was being a sweetheart and hadn't said anything.
When we left the nest to get food, Nolan was lying on the couch. He sat up as he saw us, wincing slightly.
Unfortunately, my couch wasn’t the best for sleeping on more than the random nap here and there. Then again, it was probably better than the floor, where Wilder was currently lying in a small pile of blankets.
Spotting us, he shot up and flashed a grin. “Hey, cutie!”
I shook my head.How is he so perky after floor-sleeping?
“So, we were talking…” Merrick started.
“Should we be concerned?” Wilder raised a brow, reeling back some.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his panicked expression, which was even sillier because he was still holding on to one of my pink blankets.
“Nah.” I waved off his concern with a smile. “Actually, this may be a good thing for both of you.”
“Okay…” Nolan gave me a suspicious look.
“Merrick lives only a few minutes away, and he has kindly suggested that, instead of us all staying in my apartment, we stay at his house.”
“I have several guest bedrooms, and you won't have to sleep on the couch or on the floor anymore. Mi casa es su casa.”
“I thought youlikedhaving us sleep on the floor,” Wilder accused, narrowing his eyes.
Merrick grinned, a light chuckle escaping. “Don't get me wrong, it was good for a night or two, but I'm not a total monster.”
“If you're genuine about the offer, I’d appreciate it,” Nolan said, nodding once.
“Don't betooappreciative yet. I've got guest bedrooms, but I haven't bought any beds yet, so that's going to be a task for today. You're buying.”
Nolan laughed, shaking his head, a flick of his hands in surrender. “Happily.”
“My boy, Nolan here, is a snob when it comes to mattresses,” Wilder remarked. “He's so picky over the thickness, the type, the materials, you name it. He has preferences about every last detail.”
“I can understand that.” I nodded, thinking about my nest.
“What about your nest?” Nolan asked, almost as if he read my mind.
