Buck does his best to calm down his overactive mind before entering Eddie's house. It’s one thing for Eddie to take a sick day or two every now and then, but a whole week? Out of nowhere, too- the whole thing is off.
Because if he knew about it beforehand he would have told Buck about it, right?
…Right?
He shakes his head. This isn’t about him. This is about Eddie. With swift, anxious fingers, he slides his key into place and unlocks the front door, allowing himself inside.
Immediately upon entering, Buck takes a half step back, physically reeling from the sudden aroma that hits him.
It’s strong. Sweet. And yet oddly familiar.
What the fuck?
It sends Buck’s back a bit as he shuts the door behind him. It’s not a bad smell by any means, and definitely not artificial in any sense; fuck, just the opposite. Like someone took the natural scent of the Diaz home and cranked it by a thousand.
But there’s something else there. Something Buck doesn’t know, but it feels like he should. His stomach turns, and the hairs on his arms stand as sweat gathers between his shoulders. Fuck, what is happening here?
He squeezes his eyes shut, quickly shaking his head. His body is overreacting, he needs to focus. Buck came here for a reason. With a deep breath, he pulls himself together.
“Eddie?” he calls out, heading further into the living room. Buck ignores how the scent feels like it’s getting stronger there. He definitely ignores the way his body seems to crave more of it, too.
Now is definitely not the time.
There’s no sign of Eddie here besides the smell, but then out of the corner of his eye, he spots it.
On the floor of the living room, where the coffee table once stood, a gathering of pillows, blankets, and sheets now stands.
Buck glances down at the pile, slowly noticing a smattering of a few hoodies and T-shirts strewn about the floor as well. The realization hits him like a brick upside the head.
It’s a nest.
Eddie’s nest.
His mind spins, all the information swirling around in his mind wildly. The days off. The smell. The nest.
Oh fuck.
Eddie’s going into heat.
