Page 67 of A Snowy Escape

“There’s a digital camera in one of the boxes and a photo printer,” Lawson says. “But you can still print pictures at stores, I think. If they haven’t done away with that completely.”

“The printer will definitely come in handy.” I smile over my shoulder at him. “Thank you so much.”

“Here we go.” Bryant hands over a smaller box and grins. “This one should complement that one.”

As I slide my hand inside, I’m met with cool plastic. It’s packs of glittery pens, fancy calligraphy-style pens, and stickers that will be perfect for scrapbooking.

“This is great to have. I’m going to have to look up tutorials on scrapbooking,” I say, laughing. “I hate to be redundant, but I really do have no artistic abilities. I’ll do my best, though.”

“Yeah, I don’t have skills when it comes to art, either.” Luka shrugs. “We can make it a team effort. It might not be pretty, but at least it’ll be ours.”

“That is true,” Bryant says. “We can all chip in. If it looks like shit, you can tell the grandkids that it was all us.”

I laugh, but it comes out sounding a little frantic.

“It’ll be a lesson on why they should never let their alphas help with their photo books.” Lawson chuckles. “All right, what’s next?”

“This one looks good.” Luka rips into it and grins. “Oh yeah, I think you’re going to love this one.” He lifts a smaller box out of the bigger shipping package and hands it over.

Cozy Spa Essentials is written on the top of the box. I flip it open to find a small blanket or towel that’s tied with a ribbon. It’s pale, almost sage, green and super soft. Underneath that is a tiny potted succulent, two small candles, a bath glove scrubber, a mug with tea packets, marshmallows, and a teaspoon. Digging around, I find lotion and face wash.

“Wow, this is amazing,” I say, peeking at the brands of tea. “I haven’t tried tea like this before, but I can’t wait to check it out.”

“We may have gone a little overboard, so let’s move to the big ones, and we can save the others for later,” Bryant suggests.

“That sounds good to me,” I agree.

Dammit.

I love holidays and shopping for other people’s birthdays. Getting so many amazing gifts while having nothing to give them makes me uncomfortable, which is crazy.

Alphas court omegas.

That involves giving gifts and taking the omega out on dates. Dating during winter in the frozen north sounds like a lot of work. I’m totally fine with dinners in and cuddling up for movie nights.

Maybe I should tell them that?

Bryant and Luka pull out the massive shipping boxes at the bottom of the pile and rip into them. I fall back against Lawson’s chest as they each remove a giant bin from their respective boxes.

Law takes the box I just opened and places it in the pile with the other gifts.

“You might want to come down here to open these. They’re pretty heavy,” Luka says. “Jesus Christ. We forgot to take pictures. Who has their phone?”

“Wow, I even reminded myself when I brought them out of the closet…” Bryant sighs, shaking his head. “I’ve got my phone.”

“Go on, you’ll probably need room.” Lawson pats my stomach. “They aren’t very aesthetic gifts, anyway. We’ll have to get bags or wrapping paper for the next set.”

I climb off his lap and end up on the floor in front of the bin Luka unboxed. I make a point of smiling at Bryant so he can grab some pictures before I struggle with the bin to get the lid off.

“Here, let me help.” Luka frames my back.

It’s so unexpected that I jolt, but thankfully, I avoid tossing my head back. I’m pretty sure I would have smacked him right in the face with my skull.

He unclips the sides, and the lid pops open easily. “There we go. Nothing to it.”

“You have stronger hands than I do,” I say, grinning over my shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Dig in, sweetheart,” Lawson says, and I do exactly that.