It was an hour before the sun would rise when Rick awoke from his sleep. There was no alarm set, no birds chirping out the window, his body had simply grown used to waking at this time that he didn't need to be awoken. Rather groggy Rick pushed himself up to a sitting position on his small twin bed. He yawned a couple times, a hand pushing his longer hairs out of his eyes. Time for another hair cut, he thought to himself, swinging his legs to the side of the bed. His hands rested on the bed on each side of his legs, rolling his shoulders as he heard satisfieing cracks and pops along his spine. Growling slightly he pushed off from the bed and began his way to the bathroom.
Rick's tongue played along his teeth as he peered at himself in the small omega bathroom. He was rather good looking, and he still found it rather shocking that he was now an Omega. He wasn't sure how it'd happened. Okay yes he knew how it happened, he just couldn't believe he was stupid enough to let it happen. Rick sighed once, reaching for his toothbrush as well as some toothpaste. Satisfied Rick shuts the door behind him, sealing the lock. He shed his boxers before stepping into the tiny shower, having to duck so that his head may catch the water. He was only in there for a couple of minutes, and before long he was back in his room wearing only a towel. He threw on some jeans and a navy blue T, then left his room making sure to shut the door behind him.
Rick made his way down the long hall, the side of the house strictly for Omegas. Their rooms were on the first floor, close to the kitchen, laundry, and other omega duties. Their rooms were smaller, just twin beds instead of queens and kings like the rest of the pack had. Rick didn't mind much, but he wondered how the rooms upstairs looked. He'd never had bedroom duty. Instead this morning Rick was on kitchen duty, which explained why he had to be up so early. Breakfast took a lot of time, they litterally had to cook to feed an army. A werelings appetite was not a small one.
Once Rick reached the kitchen he grabbed a apron from the rack, threw it over his head and secured it in the back. He went over to the stove, turning on all the burners before moving to the waffle maker and turning that on as well. He was the first up, so that meant prep was up to him. He moved to the pantry, grabbing pancake mix, a bowl of mixed fruits, flour, sugar, as well as other things. Next was the fridge. He grabbed a dozen eggs, butter, milk, syrup, sausage links and patties from the freezer as well as bacon. He set all these items on the island as other Omega's eventually made their way in, yawning and rubbing the sleepy dust from their eyes. They mumbled their good mornings, and Rick did the same as their morning routine slowly began.
Rick's tongue played along his teeth as he peered at himself in the small omega bathroom. He was rather good looking, and he still found it rather shocking that he was now an Omega. He wasn't sure how it'd happened. Okay yes he knew how it happened, he just couldn't believe he was stupid enough to let it happen. Rick sighed once, reaching for his toothbrush as well as some toothpaste. Satisfied Rick shuts the door behind him, sealing the lock. He shed his boxers before stepping into the tiny shower, having to duck so that his head may catch the water. He was only in there for a couple of minutes, and before long he was back in his room wearing only a towel. He threw on some jeans and a navy blue T, then left his room making sure to shut the door behind him.
Rick made his way down the long hall, the side of the house strictly for Omegas. Their rooms were on the first floor, close to the kitchen, laundry, and other omega duties. Their rooms were smaller, just twin beds instead of queens and kings like the rest of the pack had. Rick didn't mind much, but he wondered how the rooms upstairs looked. He'd never had bedroom duty. Instead this morning Rick was on kitchen duty, which explained why he had to be up so early. Breakfast took a lot of time, they litterally had to cook to feed an army. A werelings appetite was not a small one.
Once Rick reached the kitchen he grabbed a apron from the rack, threw it over his head and secured it in the back. He went over to the stove, turning on all the burners before moving to the waffle maker and turning that on as well. He was the first up, so that meant prep was up to him. He moved to the pantry, grabbing pancake mix, a bowl of mixed fruits, flour, sugar, as well as other things. Next was the fridge. He grabbed a dozen eggs, butter, milk, syrup, sausage links and patties from the freezer as well as bacon. He set all these items on the island as other Omega's eventually made their way in, yawning and rubbing the sleepy dust from their eyes. They mumbled their good mornings, and Rick did the same as their morning routine slowly began.