Page 47 of A Farmer’s Guide To Gamers

“Actually, yes. When I bought the house, it had an omega suite master bedroom which is the room I took. The house was way too big for me so I sort of turned the guest rooms into storage and a hobby room. Just give me a few days to sort through a lot of it and pack up.”

“We can do any heavy lifting for you and help out where you need us. I know it’s difficult melding lives together and even if this is temporary, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Dean explained. He spoke so carefully, making sure Tillie didn’t think he was trying to bulldoze into her life.

In a way we were, there was no choice when melding so many lifestyles together. Tillie’s house would have to be our packhouse one day. There was no getting around it. Her farm required her to be there and our work could be done anywhere with reliable wi-fi.

What became of the house we had now would be determined later. Maybe we could use it as an office or something. Separate work and life to keep a healthy balance.

Now that we had an omega, we couldn’t pull all-nighters. Or at least we couldn’t do it very often.

“The attic is huge, some of my things can go up there for now,” Tillie said as she thought it over. I have three extra beds, but that’s it. Two full size and one queen. They just need fresh linens which I can have ready for you if two of you are willing to bunk together.”

“Just don’t take it all on alone. We’re more than happy to help,” I said firmly, letting my alpha bleed through the words a bit.

She huffed out a laugh. “I’m working on the whole fiercely independent omega thing, I promise.”

“We just know this is a big change and we appreciate you bringing us into your life like this,” Aiden said, surprising us all. He wasn’t the type to offer sweet reassurances like that.

“I’d have to do it all eventually. Plus, someday, we’ll need the extra room for kids if we want them,” she said as if it was nothing, then froze, cheeks flaming red.

Before we could speak, she rushed ahead, trying to smooth it over.

“Not that I’m thinking about kids or anything. I’m just trying to say that there’s a lot of space to work with.”

“We get it,” I reassured her, reaching out for her hand to calm her rambling.

“I guess the real question for now is, when do we start?” Dean asked as Kai let out a dramatic sigh but the hint of a smile showed he was just being dramatic.

Tillie

Why the hell did I mention kids?

I’m blaming my run-in with Jonathan throwing me all off yesterday for that. It had me rambling on way more than I usually did.

My cheeks heated at the memory and part of me was glad that we had agreed to them staying over in a few days so I had time to pack up my things and clear some space in my house before they came over to stay.

The thought of all four of them at my house was exciting and intimidating all at once. I loved my house and my space— everything was exactly how I liked it and with a pack coming in, I knew there would be changes.

Even good changes can be hard.

My phone ringing interrupted my thoughts and I looked over to find Sabrina’s name on my screen.

Tapping the answer icon, I put it on speaker to answer.

“Hey, what’s going on, bestie?”

“Tillie! Oh thank goodness you’re there. I need your help,” her voice was high-pitched over the phone and I heard a commotion in the background. “Can you come over to my house? Now?”

I stopped and put the cleaning supplies down that I had gathered.

Sabrina sounded nervous, and that was not like her at all.

“What’s going on?”

“Look, I need your Snow White skilled ass to come over here and help me,” she gritted out, causing me to burst out laughing. “The neighbor’s alpaca has gotten loose again and has trapped me. If that thing spits on me I’ll never be able to take enough showers to get clean.”

A laugh burst out of me as I grabbed my keys and hurried to the door. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to call me for something like this.

There was the time a squirrel made a home in her car. He was chill until she hit a pothole, then they both were screeching.