Safe Haven

“What’s wrong?” Graham burst in with the omegas on his heels. Tallon and Wells were right behind them, everyone wild eyed.

“Briar?” Wells called loudly enough for me to hear over my chaotic crying.

“Is she laughing or crying?!” Miles asked, throwing his hands up. “What the fuck is happening?”

“I don’t know,” I wailed, unable to make sense of it myself. At this point, it felt like I had zero control of my warring emotions.

“What’d you do?” Tallon barked out and Ellis tensed.

“Nothing! I showed her the room, told her I wanted her and the baby, then she lost it.”

“Dude, she’s been through hell with stress. I’m not surprised,” Beckham said, sitting on the arm of the chair to gently run a soothing hand down my back. “Take a deep breath, Briar.” I tried to do as he asked, but it was shaky and pathetic, making me laugh all over again. The more I laughed, the more it drove back the tears, and eventually the guys joined in. We sounded fucking crazy and hysterical, but when I quieted down to hiccups, they stood around in a stunned circle.

“Pregnancy is weird,” Wells said, but his smile was amused as he shook his head at me.

“Did you guys all help with this?” I asked, pointing to the room behind me.

“We’d talked about it before, but Ellis did the hard work last night, painting and putting together furniture,” Graham answered. “I added some books while Tallon got your game set-up out here. Beck stocked your kitchen and made sure you had comfy blankets everywhere. Miles likes to shop, so you have some clothes in there to choose from, and Wells worked on the closet.”

“There’s a closet?” I asked. We’d checked out both rooms, and there weren’t any extra doors.

“Door number three,” Miles announced in a gameshow voice. I scrambled off of Ellis’ lap and followed Miles over. He pushed open the door, but it wasn’t a closet.

“Uh, this isn’t a closet. Holy hell, that’s magical!” I gasped, glancing around. They’d lined the floors and shower walls with a gorgeous gray river rock. The fixtures were shining silver, and a chandelier hung over a clawfoot tub. There was also a shower stall in one corner and a his and hers counter and sinks on one wall.

Miles snorted, walking across the room to the other door. “Through there, smartass. We thought this would be easier with a lot of laundry.”

Closet still wasn’t the right word for this huge room. They’d built shelves and drawers, and there was already a plethora of clothing. In the corner was a washer and dryer as well. A huge rug sat in the center, taking the room from plain to homey. A large circular ottoman sat in the middle, and a baby changing table was nestled under an open window that overlooked the city below.

“We thought two changing tables made sense. You’ll need a place to change her,” Miles said with a grin, his fingers trailing over a row of baby onesies in neutral colors.

“Her?” I teased, my hand running over my stomach as I smiled at him.

“Oh yea, she’s a girl. Wells is claiming differently, though, so we’re a pack divided,” he explained.

“I’m almost afraid of how you’ll all react at the next ultrasound,” I said. There was a hint of vulnerability in my words, and he caught it, rolling his eyes.

“We’ll contain ourselves. We just want to meet our baby. Plus, we can’t let Wells have all the fun,” he said, hooking his arm through mine and leading us back out. “You’re stuck with us, Briar.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”