I scroll, and see “more like this”. More onesies. Koala. Fox. Bear.
Add to cart.
Add to cart.
Add to cart.
“What are you buying?” Brennan asks, the nosy shite.
I turn the phone in his direction. He snatches it from my grip. “I’ll be faster. You only have one hand. What else will she need?”
I want to be pissed that he just grabbed the phone from me, but really, I’m a bit relieved that I can focus all my attention on Dove while the shopping is taken care of.
“Anyfin’ soft,” my fingers stroke along the freckles on her cheeks, “shirts, shorts…overalls.”
Maverick’s brows shoot up. “Overalls?”
“Yeah, the denim kind. See if they ’ave any at that shop, maybe they’ll be extra soft. But…it’s what she likes to wear when she paints.”
“What about her nest?” Brennan asks, scrolling through the site.
A growl wants to rip out of me at the memory of the mattress she had been laying on, only covered with a single sheet. All her nesting items, seeing as they weren’t on her bed when I went back for her two nights ago, are probably still at Pack Caruso’s house.
We can buy her new ones. I’ve been in her room so many times, I could build a replica in my sleep.
Sheneedsher nest.
There are so many things about this fucked up situation that I can’t do anything about. Get her some parents that give two shits? Not possible. Erase the last forty-eight hours from her mind so she never has to think of those arse-wipes again? Not likely. But getting her items for her nest?
I can do that.
“We need to go to Nesting Co.” The sudden urge to direct Maverick to the nearest nesting store by fucking gunpoint if necessary rises up, my alpha desperate to care for our omega the only way we can right now.
“What? No,” Maverick shakes his head, “we need to take her home.”
“Home?” Brennan frowns. “Where is that exactly?”
“Well…” he huffs, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. Oh,fuckno.
“Fuck off wiff that,” I shake my head, “we’re goin’ back to my place.”
“You’re not equipped to take care of her there,” Maverick snaps. “You have a shitty two bedroom apartment—”
“Oh, so you just ‘appen to ‘ave every medical device we need to take care of ‘er?” I snap, my scent sharpening.
Maverick snarls. “Youcertainly don’t—”
“Bothof you, cut that shit out,” Brennan huffs. “Maverick, take the next exit—there’s a Nesting Co. off the freeway. After that, we’ll go to a cabin my buddy, Fritz, has. He owes me a favor. I’ve ordered all the onesies to be ready for pickup.”
At his finality, something in me settles, and I nod, my shoulders relaxing slightly. “Fine.”
“Fine,” Maverick mutters, pulling off the freeway.
Brennan continues as we approach the car park. “I’ll have him bring over medical supplies before we get there—IV bags, medications— the works.”
“How fuckin’ big is the favor ‘e owes you?” I snort, anticipation filling my chest as we park.
“Pretty damn big,” Brennan shrugs, but doesn’t elaborate. “Now—who’s going in?”
