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“Fuck,” I pant, my knot throbbing.

We still haven’t been given the go-ahead from her doctor to knot her.

Looks like I’ll have to sneak into Beck’s room tonight, or else I’ll drive myself insane.

“That was—that was crazy,” Andi murmurs.

“You can say that again,” Beck chuckles, peppering soft kisses against Andi’s lips, her cheeks, and her forehead.

“Well... I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I’m not panicking anymore,” she giggles.

“Perfect. That means our magic cocks worked.”

“Shut up! You’re insufferable.”

“And you just came all over my cock.”

“His magic cock,” Beck adds, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

The three of us burst out into laughter.

CHAPTER 28

Andi

It would be difficult to work on a docuseries about me without including my relationships with the guys. We haven’t quite come to a firm decision yet how to make our announcement that our pack includes two omegas, so Cameron and I have been giving ourselves more work by doing a pack-related cut and a more PC non pack-related cut of the future episodes.

Cameron and I are working side by side in Edison’s home office, a place we’ve both staked claim to over time, much to Edison’s delight.

“You know, we can work elsewhere.”

“And why would I have that? I’ve spent years longing for you to come home. Why would I complain about everything I’ve ever wanted?”

Dream dad, right there.

A shaky handheld shot from the wings of Beck’s concert comes up on our monitors. I’m in Beck’s arms on stage as we have that little private conversation together.

“Stabilizing,” Cameron comments.

“Too slow,” I snicker, already starting on the process.

“Save some work for me,” he chuckles affectionately.

“Get faster, slowpoke!”

“You really are just fantastic at this,” Cameron says softly.

I preen, shooting him a bright grin. The two of us have settled into a steady rhythm working together. It’s hard to describe how magical the experience is of finally get to pursue something I’ve dreamed about for years, ever since I was a kid, with experts in the field.

Experts in the field who think I have actual skill and talent. Nothing hits harder than when Cameron or my dad compliments me on something I’ve worked on.

“You know... you could have a job at Northline, if you wanted it,” Cameron says casually.

“Wow.” I spin towards him in my office chair, tucking my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. “That’s... kinda a big deal, aren’t they really strict with who they hire?”

“They are. But, like I said, you could have a job with Northline if you wanted.”

“You like working with me that much, huh?” I tease.