Ethan chuckles. “Didn’t you just say earlier today that you needed some alone time to decompress?”
Scowling at his laughter, I purse my lips. “Yep. And now I’m totally completely decompressed.” And that may have something to do with falling asleep on Maverick’s cock–but I’m not telling them that. “So, put me in, Coach. I can make sure you all have snacks, or give shoulder massages. I can be helpful, I promise”
“Nobody’s saying you can’t be helpful,” Brennan presses a kiss to my hair, “but it’s better if you’re well rested, especially if your heat could hit at any moment.”
Mybottom lip juts out. “So you want me to be…by myself? For days?” I wanted a few hours of alone time, notdays.
There hasn’t been a day that I’ve been completely by myself since I woke up. I went years sleeping alone, eating alone, justbeingalone and now that I’ve had the comforting presence of at least one of the guys at all times, I really don’t want to go back.
“Well…” Brennan falters, a helpless look taking over his face as he glances at Maverick.
My burly alpha sighs. “I suppose we don’tallneed to work…”
“I volunteer!” Teddy says quickly, squeezing my feet with a grin.
Ethan shakes his head. “No, I need you to help me tomorrow. I get through the footage so much quicker with you, and Pack Caruso goes to trial in a week.”
Teddy deflates.
Maverick sighs. “And I’m finishing up combing through the data on your parents Ethan uncovered…so that just leaves…” he glances at Brennan, who has a huge smile on his face.
“Oi, why does Boo Bear get Dove to ‘imself?” Teddy grumbles, making me giggle.
“We’re just accepting the names then?” Ethan sighs, looking around the room.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Maverick shrugs, shooting me a wink.
“Yeah, you’re ‘Daddy Bear’. I’m ‘Bossy Bear’.”
Brennan huffs a laugh. “That sounds about right.”
The rest of the evening flies by, and before I know it, I’m yawning as Brennan carries me up the stairs.
“I’m not tired,” I mutter, wondering why I’ve been so drained of energy these last few days. Is it possible that instead of heat spikes I have…what? Sleep spikes?
The notion makes me chuckle to myself, and Brennan whispers in my ear, “What are you so giggly about, Song Bird?”
All I remember is muttering something about sleep spikes before falling into a deep sleep.
Chapter 30
Wren
The palette of colors stare at me, a vivid reminder of my fear that I voiced to Ethan yesterday.
What if I start and…I don’t love it anymore?
These paints are the good kind too. Teddy really splurged when he bought all the art supplies for me.
Maverick, Teddy, and Ethan are working in the cabin, while Brennan sits in the back yard with me, patiently waiting as I stare at a blank canvas.
It took forever for me to get myself to come out here. I hadn’t been eager to find out if the one thing I used to love more than anything in the world is suddenly meaningless to me, so I stalled by looking at homes on my phone.
I’m actually pretty sure I found the perfect one. It has six bedrooms, a fireplace, a reading nook, and an actual white picket fence.
Brennan shifts, the rustling of his clothes snapping me back to the present as I eye my canvas again.
I had thought doing a simple landscape would be easy enough, but I’m struggling. The overalls they got me from the nesting store are way more comfortable than my old ones, but I still feel like something’s…off.
