Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

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.

which wasn’t an issue. Kid’s play and make a mess, but it was starting to bother

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

Tyson, ignoring Abbie as I

old one. Her feet bashed the floor as she chased after me. She reaches

the door handle. I push the door open to find his Thomas the Tank Engine bed and the walls covered

the room while Tyson babbles excitedly, kicking his legs and wanting to be set down on the ground. I place him on his new

do this?” Abbie asks, peering

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

and her head whips to

sleeps with us. He needs to be close, so I can see him,” she says, and I knew this would cause

there. This area is secure. Tyson can’t get past the doors, guards are at every station, and Liam and Dustin are right across from him. There is also a monitor right there,” I told her, pointing to it on the matching

I wait for her to come up with another excuse. Yet I had already spoken with Kyson. This would do for now until we move upstairs to the apartment on the top floor. It was smaller than this

a little loud of a night with men coming in out at all hours for their shifts. Abbie shakes her head, scooping him up, much to his dislike.

to listen but marches into

me, and I grit my

get him a bigger toy box,” she says, setting

he needs his own room. He can’t keep sleeping with us,” I tell her, and she

toys, dumping them in a box. Tyson watches her climbing

tells him as he tries to pull it

taking the box and moving it to his room. I sigh, watching her place it inside the