Page 105 of Knot Convenient

Noah

Summer was sick.

I hated it because there wasn’t much I could do to help make her feel better faster. Tobias was on top of providing all the good cold and flu medications and a variety of herbal teas. Emmett and Marshall were busy with work, so Tobias and I were taking care of our omega. Tobias was fussing plenty.

So, I was most useful on dad duty.

“What do you want to do today, little man?” I asked as I changed Milo’s diaper.

Summer was on the couch with Tobias, watching trash TV while wrapped up in a variety of blankets and cushions. They had created a little couch nest and were clearly enjoying the experience.

Milo let out a little shriek, kicking his legs playfully as I put his little outfit on.

Summer was curled up on the sofa with Tobias, and her face broke into a sweet smile at the sight of us. “Where are you boys off to?” she asked, opening her arms and taking the baby for a quick snuggle.

“We are going to go to the bakery and pick up cinnamon buns for Mama and some muffins for the grandmothers’ poker night.”

“Muffins are a good call. It’ll help soak up all the booze they drink on those nights,” Tobias agreed.

“Plus, they’ll be ecstatic to get a visit from this little guy!” I laughed, nodding at the baby in Summer’s arms.

“Make sure you bring Milo back, those women are baby hogs.” Summer giggled.

She wasn’t wrong there.

I held out my hands for Milo. “I promise to bring our son back in a timely manner, now gimme, and get some more rest.”

Summer pouted but handed over the baby.

“Don’t worry, you can snuggle me!” Tobias declared.

Something told me that Milo was far more cuddly than Tobias, but Summer was being polite and not saying anything.

The drive to the bakery was pleasant. I had a playlist of children’s songs, so I got to drive into town with the sound of barnyard animals playing. Milo seemed to enjoy it, though, judging by the way he shrieked and giggled as we drove.

My eyes constantly went to the mirror we had set up to watch him in the back seat. I would much rather have him up front with me, so I could see him more clearly, but safety was more important.

Parking close to the bakery, I took Milo out of his car seat and decided to carry him in—there was no need for a stroller for such a short distance. Milo took the opportunity to paw at my glasses as we walked into the familiar bakery.

“Milo!” Audrey called out, recognizing the baby and immediately dropping whatever order she was packing to come over to the other end of the counter where we were standing. She was dressed in overalls, her hair in its usual messy bun and smears of flour over her face. I couldn’t actually recall the last time I’d seen the omega without some sort of food smeared across her face from work.

“Morning, Audrey,” I greeted.

“What can I get for you guys?”

“A dozen muffins and a box of cinnamon buns, if you’ve got them.”

Audrey turned to one of the employees, reiterating the order before she turned back to Milo, holding her hand out for him to grasp. “We have them, just give us ten minutes to get them together.”

Audrey went to say something but was distracted by an employee asking for help.

Milo and I amused ourselves, with him babbling away at anyone that passed.

I really fucking loved being a father. There was something about watching Milo interact with the world that brought me an indescribable amount of joy. He was just so sweet and curious about the world around him.

He was fascinated with everyone that passed, and several people stopped to coo over him. Given that my order was a larger one, I had to wait a few extra minutes while Audrey gathered it. I was happy to wait. Milo seemed more than content with the attention he was getting while we watched customers filter in and out of the store.

Standing at the counter was a familiar omega. Jenn, I think her name was. She worked with Emmett.