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“Exactly. Now, speaking of the little things… I’m going to go have dinner with your Papa.”
“Enjoy.”
“We will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I set the phone aside as my mind started racing. I had no idea what Randy wanted to do for Thanksgiving, but at least my parents were ok with me not visiting. It meant I could be there for however my omega needed me.
∞∞∞
Fire crackled in the woodstove—filling the cabin with its warmth. Russy snored softly from his bed. And Randy was nestled against my side.
The movie we’d put on for the night had just ended, and we were enjoying the quiet that followed.
It was always nice. As I ran my fingers up and down his arm, I thought about how peaceful things were there with my omega.
It was too bad that I had to ask him a stressful question, even if it was necessary.
“Randy?” I murmured.
“Hmm?”
“Aaron—and the rest of the guys—they wanted me to invite you to Friendsgiving.”
He stiffened slightly—which wasn’t unexpected. Despite all his growth, he still struggled with the more public relationship milestones.
“You don’t have to go,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss his hair. His scent had taken on the sharp note that I associated with anxiety. “But I’m hoping you will.”
“Won’t I be in the way?” he asked. “Six people—including you—already seems crowded.”
I chuckled as I nuzzled his hair. “It would be at Aaron’s house. There’s plenty of room.”
“What would I bring?”
“You wouldn’t need to bring anything. Or if you have something you like to bring, then make that.”
“I… um…”
I dragged my lips down to his temple and kissed him again. “You can say no. They all know we’re taking things slow. If you’re not ready, then you’re not ready.”
He took a deep breath, then released it slowly. “I… maybe.”
“Ok.”
“It’s not on Thanksgiving, is it?”
“No. It’s the weekend before.”
He nodded, then squirmed in a way that told me something was on his mind.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Mom and Papa want you to come to Thanksgiving.”
“Are you ready for that?”
He sighed. “You’ve already met everybody…”
