Page 49 of Knot Now Knot Ever

Bouncing over to the peonies, I plucked out the card and nearly melted at the note.

To Fawn,

My Omega, who brings my heart so much joy and sunshine to my life.

I hope these make you smile.

— Eli

I looked up to see Lyra fighting back tears as she read her card, then folded and pressed it to her chest as she leaned in to smell the flowers. Seeing her reaction, my worries about her not moving in with us at the end of courting leave vanished. There was no fucking way any of us would let that happen, not when she’d been a massive piece of the puzzle we’d been missing to complete our family. It was all clear to me now that, like myself, our sweet angel didn’t have a clue what unconditional love looked like. Luckily for her, this discovery would change her life forever in the best way possible. I know it was for me, and I couldn’t wait to give that gift to someone as deserving as Lyra.

I’d gotten flowers for the first time in my life, and they were stunning.

It was silly to be tearing up over something so trivial, but the gesture had completely blindsided me. I took another deep breath of the soft, sweet scent of the flowers and the eucalyptus’ sharp afternote, keeping it from being too sweet. Taking a step back, I pulled out my phone, took a picture of them, and sent it to Elora. We hadn’t talked recently with her schedule as crazy as it was, but we tried to keep each other in the loop when it came to big moments. For me, this wasn’t just a big moment. It was major.

“You sending a photo to Eli?” Fawn asked, plucking a peony out of the bunch, sticking it behind his ear, and posing.

I chuckled and snapped a photo of him. “I’ll send that one to him after I finish the one to my bestie, Elora.”

“Oh, a bestie,” Fawn said excitedly, hopping up on a stool. “Tell me everything. Does she live here? Do I get to meet her?”

His enthusiasm was infectious, and he looked rather adorable as he sat there kicking his legs like a kid waiting for a present.

“Elora is a singer. She was with a band called Twisted Hearts but broke out on her own using her stage name, Glamour Lies,” I shared.

Fawn let out a shocked squeak and nearly fell off the stool but caught himself on the counter. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,” he said, talking so fast it sounded like one word. “Oh. My. God. Lyra, do you have any clue how big of a deal that is? Clearly not, since you just dropped that bomb in such a casual manner.”

Confused by his reaction, I frowned. “I mean, I know she’s doing well, and lots of people listen to her music, but I’m not sure why you’re freaking out like that.”

“Oh, my sweet, clueless angel,” Fawn said in a baby voice as he stood, grabbed my face, and quickly kissed my lips. “Babe, your bestie was just nominated for the Signboard Choice Award in the category for best rock artist. She’s up against major names like Modest Syndrome and Ecstasy in Knots for that award. That is why I had a bit of a meltdown.”

I tugged his hands off my face and hugged him close before flipping the camera around to take a selfie. “There, now I can send her a picture and tell her you’re a fan.”

“Not with that picture, you’re not.” Fawn huffed indignantly. “Give me the phone, and let me show you how to do this right.”

One picture turned into a full-on photoshoot, testing out all kinds of poses and taking pictures together. I laughed so much my cheeks hurt, but Fawn refused to stop taking pictures.

“You don’t understand… the camera loves you,” Fawn praised, now having decided to take pictures of me alone. “Just wait until I send some of these to the guys. They’re going to be so fucking jealous. I mean, look at you… no makeup, hair fresh out of a messy bun, and you’re wearing lounge clothes, but I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman.”

“Oh please.” I groaned, flopping back on the couch.

“What, you don’t believe me? Give me a second, and I’ll prove it to you,” Fawn challenged as he joined me on the couch but couldn’t seem to get comfortable. “Hey, lift your head for a sec.”

I obliged, allowing him to snuggle into the corner of the seat and stretch out his legs so my head now rested on his thighs. “It’s not that I don’t think I’m pretty,” I commented, grabbing the remote and turning on the television. “When I choose to clean up and put in the work, I’m a solid eight on the looks scale.”

Fawn snorted but didn’t respond, too engrossed in whatever he was doing on my phone. I recalled Fawn saying the movies he wanted to watch could be streamed, so I pulled up Bingeflix. Next, I headed for the romance category and found they had a subgenre titled Steamy Romance Movies. I was betting all the movies Fawn had in mind would be found here, so I skimmed through the options and found 365 Days.

“Should we start with this one or that other one, Mike something?” I asked, peering up at Fawn.

“Oh, I love this movie. It’s like the adult version of Beauty and the Beast,” Fawn said with a grin. A second later, my phone started to buzz like crazy. “You’re gonna want to read these for yourself, angel.”

Lyra:

It’s Fawn, I stole angel’s phone to send you these. Enjoy!

Lyra:

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