Mine: Twin Omega

Chapter 20. How do you like your Steak?

-Luca-

I feel so shy I hide out in the bathroom for quite a while after my bath. I'm a bit overwhelmed. My body, my thoughts, everything is foreign including my surroundings. I feel Snow and Finn with me. They hoover quietly as I try not tot let my nerves overtake me.
For a little while, I distract myself by blow drying my hair with a dryer I find on the counter. It doesn't help much. But it's all part of it I suppose- being hormonal, anxious, and intermittent butt leakage the worst of heat. After a while the intense urge to return to my den makes me brave enough to unlock the bathroom door.

The house is still which makes it feel bigger. I remember it all through Snow's memory but I move around to get my own feel of it. The house is breathtaking. A mix of wood and glass that feels both modern and cozy. I look out at what would be considered the back yard- more like an entry point to the woods. A lot of wide open space, lots of colored greenery and flowers. It's lovely.

S: 🧠 It's our home too.
Snow reminds me and a heavy sense of disbelief makes me feel more overwhelmed.

It can't be. It's all too much and for the first time ever I miss the simplicity of home. Our fifth floor walk up with the wonky front door, and the hazardous fire escape. Even the missing tile I always trip on in the kitchen.

I miss it all.

Snow rolls his eyes at me.

"What?" I ask.

S: 🧠You do not miss poverty. You miss not being in heat. Good Goddess, Get a grip babe.

I burst into laughter at his words not knowing for sure if they are untrue. I can't deny life was stressful and depressing at times but I can't say I was unhappy there. Not with my twin making everyday matter.

"Are you ok?" Micah asks from behind me. I had watched him walk up from the reflection in the glass as I spoke to Snow.

"Yeah. I'm actually eager to get back to the den." I admit, walking over to him.

"I added a few things. I hope you don't mind."

"No. I think that's the point. It's supposed to be of both of us."

He smiles at my words before reaching his hand toward me without thought I place my fingers in his. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, a warm thrill spreads through me as our fingers intertwine. He leads me out of the room towards his bedroom and I attempt to dissect why it feels so natural to follow him.

S: 🧠 Duh.

I sigh,
"I really wish you would shut the hell up and let me settle on things at my own pace."

S: 🧠 I am. I'm commentating, not interfering.

I roll my eyes as Micah laughs.

"Is your wolf irritating you?" He asks with a teasing but tender tone.

"Like it's his job." I reply. I mean to frown but once I get a glimpse of Micah' charming grin I smile instead.

"It is." He says with a shrug.

"Really?"

"Well, it's their job to challenge us so I suppose annoying us is in the job description." He explains as he steps aside to allow me to step over the closet barrier.

I flip back the parted half of Micah's big ass robe like it's a gown so I don't trip as I do so. The first thing I notice is the little entertainment area that he has set up by the nest. A wooden computer stand, laptop, and Alexa speaker.

"Here are your clothes." He says from behind me. His voice is gentle and inside our small space his tone is more intimate somehow. I turn toward the little counter Micah's ties used to be rolled up on. Snow used them all on his clothing bricks. So now it's just a mini platform to place folded clothes on.