ABO Wednesday !
Ransom/daycare! reader please?🥺🥺🥺
“At least you look presentable today.” Ransom looks you over while keeping his left hand on the steering wheel, casually leaning over to get a good look at you.
“Hello to you too, Ransom.” You run your hands down your mid-thigh fitted skirt, palms brushing against the decorative buttons.
“With all the money I’m shelling out to you, you think you could at least get something designer.” He comments coolly, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose.
“Do you want me to come? Because if I wanted to spend all afternoon being insulted I’d go on the internet.” You quip and climb into his vehicle, sinking onto the passengers seat.
“I thought good girls like you didn’t do that.” He fired back and flicks a piece of his hair out of his face before ultimately giving up. “Fuck it, let’s get this over with.”
“Do you really think this is going to work?” Your stockings beneath your skirt keep your legs warm in the cool fall air, and the classic black long sleeve sweater tucked into your skirt is one of the few things you have that isn’t stained with paint from the daycare.
“If you keep up this good girl, demure omega shit-“ Ransom side eyes you, he looks you over from the lined stockings you have beneath your skirt and the long sleeved shirt tucked into the waist, the belt that completes it, and finally to the low boots you wore.
“-than maybe I can pull this off. And get what I deserve.” Ransom averts his gaze and begins pulling away from your apartment building, making the drive to the outskirts of the city to the estate.
The drive is silent, not even the radio to quell the awkwardness and you’re left to your own thoughts for occupation. You think of Ransom and his willingness to do anything for his inheritance, you think of his cousins who are equally as driven.
You wonder if this time they’ll have their dates their simultaneously. The last time you attended, there was only Jacob’s future collegiate athlete who was talking endlessly about the threat of American societal constructs. Something, you imagined, lined up with that particular familial branches ideals.
There was nothing said until Ransom and his Beamer had pulled up the long drive and stopped near the rest of the luxury and expensive vehicles, coming to a short stop. He didn’t hesitate to get out of the vehicle wordlessly, and had only said something to the dogs who had come running up to him.
You had followed suit and got out of the vehicle, closing the door behind you softly. The dogs had barely bothered with you, fixating only on Ransom and his dislike of the beautiful dogs.
“I hope you’re ready.” He motions you with the wave of his hand and you’re already following him when the door slams open and his uncle steps stumbles outside with a cigar between his fingers.
“Ransom.” He curtly addresses him then looks at you. “Same omega huh? That’s new.”
“Walt-“
“Don’t waste your time.” Ransom grabbed your arm and dragged you along with him, up the steps and inside where he finally lets you go.
“Frannie!” Ransom calls for the housekeeper, largely ignoring you while you take in the appearance of this place.
“Mrs. Thrombey,” you finally settle your attention on the elderly woman sitting by the window, “I love your beautiful flowers.”
You don’t think she hears you, or acknowledges you but you’re proven wrong when she smiled small.
After greeting Mrs. Thrombey, your arm is grabbed once more by Ransom who uncouthly drags you with him to the other formal living room, letting you go when you’re in the presence of his family.
“Ransom Drysdale managing to keep the same omega? Are you feeling sick?” Meg quips from her place beside an alpha wherein the tall, dark and handsome alpha sets his hand on her wrist.
“Maybe I’ll take after my father and have a piece of ass on the side.” He sneers and stalks into the living room, taking a seat in a cushioned armchair, leaving you standing alone.
“Ransom!” His mother scolds him and smacks his shoulder as she makes her way toward you, a tight lipped smile on her face. “Y/N, right? You’re a teacher?”
“She’s not a teacher,” Jacob corrects Linda, digging into your very different upbringing and career, “she works at a daycare.”
“A daycare?” Linda trails off, looking back at Ransom. “How…omega-ly of you.”
“I love kids, I like working with kids.” You answer with a shrug, knowing exactly what you were getting into when you agreed to this with Ransom.
“Meg’s alpha is going to be a paediatric doctor.” His aunt Joni boasts, trying to steal the attention off of you and Ransom. “Such a brilliant alpha.”
Only as Joni compliments him, she takes physical appreciation of the younger man.
“Kaitlyn is going to become a volleyball Olympian.” His other aunt boasts about the like-minded girl that’s standing close by Jacob, the two of them stoic.
“If she doesn’t crack under the pressure first.” Ransom mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes at the display of his family.
“What was that Ransom? Did you say something?” The tension in the room grew with every snide comment and attempt to gain the upper hand.
It must’ve been exhausting having to always be on top, to always have to have your best foot forward.
“At least he’s affectionate toward his omega, he makes it believable.” Meg scoffs, and you feel Ransom’s eyes on you again, looking you over.
But, you find that he’s not the only one. There’s two men watching you like you’re a slab of meat they want to devour.
