The hospital has a certain scent to it that clings to us even after we leave. The tour was uneventful, but I think we all feel better knowing what to expect.

    Quincy swore she didn’t need one of the birthing nests, and Ridge still sprang for the upgrade. If he didn’t, Trigg or I would have pushed for it just in case.

    Our sweet omega is pretty low maintenance, but giving birth is one of those times in life when she should be pampered. If she decides she doesn’t want it when the timees, that’s fine. The main thing is, it’ll be an option if she does want to take advantage of it.hr

    It’s strange being able to walk around without fear, but we’re all grateful Costa is no longer a threat, and no one is actively trying to kill us.

    This party was thrown togetherst minute, and Quincy seems exceptionally confused as we guide her into the restaurant. Her face lights up when she spots Sutton talking to Saylor and Briar, and she releases my hand to beeline for the women.

    With how pregnant she is, it’s more of a determined waddle. She’s always cute, though.

    Trigg is probably daydreaming about turkey club sandwiches, but my palms are sweaty for a different reason. Her fingers have been swelling recently, meaning she might not be able to wear our ring, but we all want to get the packmitment paperwork started before the babyes.

    There’s no guarantee our application will be approved before the baby arrives, but if it is, we can all sign the birth certificate. Even if it’s not officially processed, I’ll feel better knowing that if, God forbid, something happened to Quincy and Ridge, Trigg and I would legally have custody of the baby.

    It’s a grim possibility that I would like to never have to think about again, which is why it’s so important we get the paperwork going in the system.

    Harrison and his omega, Sasha, stand near the counter, and my brother waves when he spots us. I wave back and follow Quincy. He’ll greet us soon, but I know my brother well enough to understand that he’ll wait for us to say hello to everyone else first.

    The entire right side of the restaurant is one long corridor of booths and tables that’s set up just for us. The tables in the middle are lined with food tters—burgers, chicken strips, fries, onion rings, and even a mound of Trigg’s favorite, the turkey club.

    “Ready to do this?” Ridge asks, tossing his arm around my shoulder.

    I nod.

    “As soon as Quincy can be pried away from Sutton.” Trigg tugs at his cor. “That hostess better not rat me out.”

    Ridge booms augh while I just blink.

    Seriously, how did I end up in a pack with these two? Oh yeah, I really love the shit out of Quincy, and I have no idea how it happened, but Ridge and Trigg are actually growing on me.hr

    “Hey, sweetheart,e talk to us for a minute,” Ridge says, wrapping his forearm around Quincy’s lower back and leading her over to where Trigg and I stand.

    Harrison and Sasha have my phone to record the moment, but I also see devices in Knox’s grip as well as Saylor’s. Hopefully that means we’ll get a couple solid views of this monumental event.

    Quincy and Ridgee to a stop, and her eyes dart between me and Trigg. I’m sure she can feel that something is up in the bond.

    “I think we’re waiting on you.” Ridge nods at me.

    Right.

    Fucking Trigg wouldn’t let me hold the ring, so I get to do the asking while Ridge holds her up in case she gets wobbly.

    “You know how much we love you. Right, beautiful?” I clear my throat and awkwardly rub my hands together. She nods, and I go on. “Good. We were thinking maybe you’d like to get hitched before the babyes?”

    “How I ended up in a pack with these two, I’ll never understand.” Trigg hits a knee, holding up the obscenelyrge ring.

    If he had asked my opinion, I would have told him it’s way too big for Quincy.

    She’s not about shy things.

    Her shock hits the bond, quickly followed by her excitement.

    Huh.

    Maybe I read that wrong.

    “Congrattions, angel. We’re getting married.” Trigg plucks the ring out of the box and unceremoniously shoves it onto her finger.

    “I think we were supposed to wait for her to say yes,” I mutter, scratching my cheek.

    Ridge snorts and grabs Quincy’s hand. “She said yes!”

    The crowd erupts, and I chuckle, shaking my head. She absolutely did not say yes, but whatever… We weren’t going to let her get away.