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Missa had turned the whole house upside down in search of his hoodie. But it was nowhere to be found. He had looked in the dining room where he was sure he had put it last night. He had searched the living room and the bathroom in case he put it somewhere else and forgotten where. The man looked in the laundry basket in case it got caught up in some tidying. He even looked on the hook by the door where he was supposed to put it. But it was nowhere to be found.
Missa thought about checking the bedroom where his mate was fast asleep. But he did not want to disturb him at the moment. Phil needed as much rest as possible in the coming weeks.
So instead, Missa searched the house for a second time. Then a third time. Each time turning up empty-handed. He even looked in the nursery in case he had left it there when helping assemble some furniture. He looked anywhere but in the bedroom until he knew he could not avoid looking any longer.
With a sigh and an apology already in mind for disturbing Phil, Missa opened the bedroom door. The words froze on his tongue as he took in the sight that was waiting for him when he entered.
Phil was undisturbed by the opening door and Missas’ presence, still asleep in the nest he had built just a few days ago. He was half hidden in the blankets, pillows and clothing he had stolen. The Omega just looked so peaceful after many restless nights because of a kicking baby or the nerves from the impending birth. Missa had to stop for a moment just to appreciate the sight.
Then he spotted his jacket.
Phil had it in his arms, cuddled against his chest. Missa didn’t even know when he had grabbed it or how he didn’t notice it. But now he knew where it was. It had become a part of the nest, seemingly a stand in for when Missa was not there.
Now that he was thinking about it, Missa was sure that he didn’t need it. He could go without until Phil relinquished his claim on the clothing item. Or maybe he could just stay home today and spend some time with his pregnant mate before their son was born.
He made the decision before he thought too hard about it. He sent a quick message to his boss, then removed his shoes. Missa hesitated a moment, then slipped into the nest with Phil.
As he pulled him close to his chest, the only response Missa got was a little noise, then Phil’s body relaxing against him. He kissed his shoulder, then ran a hand over his swollen belly, content with his decision to just rejoin his Omega in the nest.
Phil would be confused when he got up. But that was more than okay in Missas’ books. They could put the finishing touches on the nursery and spend more time together while it was still just the two of them.