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Standing back from his finished cinnamon buns, Caliban listened to Cherry with a smile, licking off the glaze that had gotten on his fingers. Ruby eyes gleamed as he nodded along to Cherry talking about the baby. He himself was was excited to be a parent, it was the fact that he would be doing it on his own that was a little unnerving. Of course, he wasn't exactly alone, and the thought of having the three omegas around was a comforting one.

Caliban chuckled as he stretched, shaking is head. "I'm jealous. Come around noon my little angel transforms into a UFC champion-in-training, I swear." Frowning slightly he looked at Cherry with his eyebrows furrowed at the last bit of news. "Really?" He asked, disappointed for the omega though he did his best not to show it.

"I'm sorry," he added, grimacing. "I mean, I'm glad everything has been going well so far, and we should be thankful for that in general, but still..." He shuddered at the thought. Reaching for his coffee to take a long swig of the dark liquid. "That must be scary. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you, Cherry," he added, reaching out to place a comforting hand on the strawberry-blond's shoulder. "It'll all work out. Before you know it you'll be waking up to your adorable little angel's cries at two in the morning and start crying yourself." He chuckled at his own joke, falling back on humor when things got too serious or upsetting for him or anyone else in the room.

"Good, huh?" Cali asked from behind his coffee mug, watching Cherry pick at one of the warm buns. "I can't complain, I suppose. Worst thing for me is getting up this bloody early," he groaned, looking at the clock to see that it wasn't even nine-thirty yet. "Practice I guess, for the months to come."

Caliban looked over towards the two on the couch, nodding at Cherry's words. It wasn't that long ago that he'd accidentally walked into Shea's room without knocking, catching the young omega getting dressed. It was the first time he'd seen the blond shirtless and without his studded cuffs and in the split second it took for Shea to turn away and finish up he saw the marks around his wrists. Scars from what he could only guess were handcuffs or rope. Either way the omega had been bound at one point, and it was those kind of weirdos that would be looking for him again. Fax was hardly any different. Their oddness, their differences, drew in an eerie type of alpha that Caliban shuddered to think about.

"We'll watch them closely," Caliban agreed.


Shea had continued chuckling for a good minute, watching Fax move off the couch as he complained about the marshmallows in the cereal he'd lost.

Now, Shea was not usually one to accept things from others. It didn't matter if it was an alpha or an omega; if they were offering something, in Shea's mind, they were looking for something. However, after being in the same living quarters with the three omegas around him and watching them diligently try to involve him without asking for anything in return... It might have started to change his mind. If only slightly.

Caliban was the worst at it. Coffee, food, it didn't matter what it was, if Caliban had something to share he was offering it to everyone. Even Shea who tried his best to ignore the fiery redhead was sometimes bothered and poked until he was forced to give in and accept. Like this morning, with the cinnamon bun that was currently at risk of being stolen by Fax.

It didn't really matter, and it wasn't so much that he actually wanted the cinnamon bun that made him get up and grab it before Fax noticed, it was just the simple fact that he knew Fax wanted it. It only made it better that it was now the only cinnamon bun left as the two still on pan were Caliban's, who had made them, and Cherry's, who had stuck his finger in the glaze of his already.

Despite being as large as he was, Shea was surprisingly silent as he moved as well as quick, and Fax never even noticed until the sticky bun was already in Shea's hand and Cherry started laughing at Fax's loss.

He chuckled at the punch in his direction, actually enjoying himself as he took the moment to interact with the others, green eyes watching Fax with an obvious gleam of mischief. "Is this what you want?" Shea asked, his tone teasing but playful. He wiggled the cinnamon bun in his hand, practically dangling it in front of Fax, before bringing it to his lips. "I don't believe you're capable of anything drastic. But I might be." His tongue slipped between his teeth to drag across the top of the cinnamon bun, the stud in his tongue carving a canal over the glaze. "It's really good," he taunted, lips curled upward in a smile. "You dunno what you're missing."