Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Gannon POV

A few weeks later.

Our room looked more like a playgroup, and it was driving me insane. Everywhere I stepped, I was stepping on toys or Legos. Abbie was always quick to clean up any mess, but Tyson was a tornado.

I groan as I push the door open, step into the room, and find crap scattered everywhere. I kick off my shoes, leaving them by the door. Abbie looks up at me as I enter before fiddling with the toy in her hand. I had just come off the night shift. Abbie sat on the floor with Tyson in her lap as they played with Lego.

Nervously, I move across the room, placing my phone on charge while I debate how to tell Abbie. Tyson wouldn’t be sleeping in the room with us anymore.

Yesterday the delivery arrived, and I didn’t know how to tell Abbie that her old room had been converted into Tyson’s bedroom. It would start an argument; I knew that much, but our room was too small for all these toys, and I was sick of sleeping on the couch because the kid was a helicopter and decided he could spin around in his sleep.

I make it across half the room without my shoes, playing Russian roulette with the scattered Lego pieces, and I lose miserably. A growl escapes me as I bend down, picking the tiny Lego from my foot. Sighing, I look around at the chaos that was supposed to be my place of peace.

“Hey,” Abbie says, chewing her lip and looking up from the Lego she was putting together. She stares at the Lego piece between my fingers, and I drop it back into the plastic tub she stores them in.

Tyson climbs out of her lap, rushing over to me, his tiny arms wrapping around my legs as he garbles at me, wanting me to pick him up. Grabbing him, he smacks my face and chest as I place him on my hip.

“I think it is time you get your own room,” I tell him while he pats my forehead with his palm before rubbing it on my cheek. I think he liked the feel of my stubble as he babbled excitedly, viciously rubbing his palm on my face. I grab his wrist, kissing his palm. “Wanna see your room?” I ask him, and he bounces in my arms.

“I’ll clean up.” Abbie says, mistaking my words that he made the room messy, which wasn’t an issue. Kid’s play and make a mess, but it was starting to bother me that I hadn’t been alone with her in weeks. Liam set it up with Dustin last night for me while I worked.

I didn’t have the patience for flat packs. Though Dustin looked like he was about to near wet his pants with excitement as he helped me carry up the boxes. He then volunteered himself and Liam, who looked horrified at having to do such a task.

“Want to see your new room,” I tell Tyson, ignoring Abbie as I turn for the door.

“What?” she says, but I was already walking out of the room to her old one. Her feet bashed the floor as she chased after me. She reaches for Tyson, trying to take him from my arms, but I hold him a little tighter.

“What are you doing?” she snaps as I grip the door handle. I push the door open to find his Thomas the Tank Engine bed and the walls covered in kids’ colorful crap.

Abbie stops looking around the room while Tyson babbles excitedly, kicking his legs and wanting to be set down on the ground. I place him on his new bed, and he instantly reaches for the giant sensory block full of noisy crap, spinners, and textured patterns. He flicks the buttons and starts cackling.

“When did you do this?” Abbie asks, peering around the room.

“I didn’t. I had Dustin and Liam set it up for me, the delivery came yesterday.” I tell her as she peers around the room, following Tyson as he examines everything.

“Now he has his own room.” I tell her, and her head whips to the side to look at me.