Max’s POV
“Luna,” another young Omega asked, tugging my sleeve. “Can we add flowers around it?”
I crouched beside her. “How about we make some planters to hang off the outside railings?”
She grinned. “Oh, that sounds better. Less chance of them getting trampled on.”
By midday, the structure stood proud—sun-dappled, ringed with color, and humming with life. Jack wiped his brow, flushed with pride.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
He chuckled. “You’re just saying that because it didn’t collapse.”
We christened it with food and music. The Omegas laid out blankets, the women told stories, and someone started a drumbeat that turned into dancing. I twirled with the twins in my arms, their laughter bubbling against my skin. Asher squealed with delight, kicking his feet in rhythm. Kelly reached fo
