“Excellent. Can you arrange that?” It should be simple; the appliances were already at the warehouse waiting for us.
Killian nodded. “Just keep us updated. I need to steal my mate away.”
“To see the room?” I asked optimistically.
“No, to see something equally as wonderful.”
He took me by the hand and led me to the small pond. The outbuilding had been razed and in its place was the beginning of a new garden. It was still very rough, mostly dirt paths and markers, but I recognized it instantly.
“Wow.”
“Do you like it?
“No, I love it. It’s from my first book.” My eyes were beginning to tear up. Not only had he read my first book on the sly, but he managed to recreate the garden in it, complete with the outline for a labyrinth.
“It seemed special to you from the way you wrote it.”
“It was. My mom had one like it and I used to escape to it when I was little. Speaking of moms, are you sure I can’t come with you to her appointment?”
Mama was having her follow up at the Olive Clinic, and hopefully her last.
“I am not risking my pregnant mate on a plane.”
“Pregnant people can fly you know.” I knew it was already a lost battle. Two days away from my mate wasn’t a huge deal in the scheme of things, but I had gotten so used to him being there all the time.
“And so can sick people,” he protested.
“Fine. I will stay home on one condition.” I turned, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine for a quick kiss. “You get two hotel rooms.”
“Why is that a condition?” He was rightly suspicious.
“Because if you are going to be gone at least two days, I am expecting phone sex.”
“Done.” He chuckled before taking my lips in a searing kiss.
43
Killian
I set down Mama's suitcase on the floor. "Are you sure you don't need me to run out and grab you anything? Snacks? Drinks? Heating pads."
"Killian. You're becoming obnoxious. I'm quite capable of handling myself. I promise. Now go away and let me get some sleep." She was firm, but graced me with a smile. "I'll let you know when I wake up from my nap and we can talk about dinner."
"Yes, ma'am. I might grab some sleep too." I'd been working overtime on the house, trying to get the nursery done before we moved in. Not to mention still keeping some of my hours at Club Royale. I'd cut them down by half. I didn't like being away from Marcus so much, especially at night. And I was coming to terms with the idea of letting the job go completely, especially if I was going to follow through on the college classes. I knew I could work, go to school and be a dad—plenty of people did it—but it didn't sound like the ideal schedule. It sounded stressful as fuck.
My phone buzzed as I opened the door to my hotel room, and I took the time to get the door shut behind me and set my suitcase aside before pulling it out.
Are you there yet????
Before I could type out a response, it buzzed again.
I MISS YOU ALREADY
The last message was accompanied by a pouting selfie. Instead of typing a response, I hit the call button.
"I've only been gone four hours," I said when Marcus answered.
"They've been very lonely hours. I've been so lonely, I haven't been able to get out of bed."
Marcus had wanted to drop us off at the airport, but I hadn't liked the idea of him driving in rush hour traffic. He hadn't been too keen on it either, so we argued about it lightly for a few minutes, and then I won the argument by pinning him down and giving him a blow job.
"What, no snugglers?"
"I think even they've abandoned me as a slacker. That's okay though. I feel too awkward jerking off with them in the bed. Like, I wouldn't do that with human children in the room, and the fur babies aren't that young and innocent..."
I would have laughed, but I was distracted by the idea of Marcus being naked in our bed, jerking off. "Are you getting off to the thought of me?"
"I haven't yet..." His voice had gone breathy, and I could just picture him splayed out on our bed, his arms reaching around his swollen stomach to slide his hand over his cock.
"So, what have you been doing?" I turned the phone on speaker so that I could hear him while I got undressed. Marcus had promised me phone sex, and he was definitely making good on his promise.
"Just playing... thinking of you..."
"For four hours?" I tossed my shirt on the floor.
"Yeah... what are you doing?"
"Getting naked."
The sharp intake of breath told me how much that idea turned him on. "And then what are you going to do?"
"Climb under the covers and wrap my fingers around my cock, pretending it’s you. It won't be the same. My fingers are thicker than yours, and rougher." I followed my words with action.
"Mmm. I love your fingers. Love them on my body. Love them on my cock. Love them in my ass."
"You're evil," I groaned, his words stirring my body almost as well as if he'd been with me in person.
"I think you were evil for not letting me return the favor and suck you off this morning."
"Well, it was painful for me to say no." If it had been anything other than Mama's health, I would have given in. But there'd been no way I was missing that plane.
"Just imagine when we'll have a house all to ourselves. We can stay in bed all day trading blow jobs."
I could imagine it very well. "That sounds nice, but I don't think I can go a hole day without your ass." Loving Marcus was an addiction. And it seemed like he felt similarly about me, if the amount of sex we were still having throughout the pregnancy was any indication. Or maybe it was just hormones. From everyone we'd talked to and everyone we researched, it seemed like it wasn't completely unusual effect of pregnancy that it made you horny all the time. For a lot of pregnant people, it made them completely uninterested, but I seemed to have lucked out with Marcus.
"You know what would be amazing?" Marcus said as I slowly jerked off.
"What's that?"
"A jacuzzi. I really like the idea of a jacuzzi. For sex. After sex. Whatever."
"Why didn't we think of this before we made the bedroom and bathroom plans?"
"I know, right? I just thought of it."
"You know..." Marcus's tone switched to the sexy mischievous tone he got when he was about to say something that was going to drive me up the wall. "When I lived alone... I used to have this suction cup dildo that I'd use in the shower."
I squeezed the base of my cock, ready to come just from the light stimulation and the image of Marcus pleasuring himself. "Yeah?" My voice was rough.
"And I was thinking that would be fun to play with again."
"You think you'd enjoy a dildo more than my cock?" I was teasing, but a little afraid he would say yes.
"I imagine your cock would be busy... in my mouth."
"Fucking hell, babe." I sped up my hand, listening to Marcus describe his fantasy.
"Sounds good, huh? Maybe I could even have a replica made of your dick. I really like the idea of your dick in my ass and in my mouth." His voice was breaking up, and I could hear the slap of his skin as he pushed himself closer to the edge.
"I wouldn't be able to keep myself from fucking your mouth," I told him. "Pushing my cock on your mouth and pushing you back on the dildo. Fucking you double. Watching the sensations overload you—" I had to stop talking because Marcus let out a little scream of pleasure and I was coming, the cum spraying up my stomach. I listened to Marcus's heavy breathing until I caught my own breath. "You've got a dirty mouth."
"All the better to tease you with, my dear," he said sleepily.
I wished he was here. I wished I was there. But I didn't want to make either of us relive the arguments of the morning, even if it had ended well. "You going to get up, or you falling asleep?"
"I think I'm going to take a bit of a nap. Then I'll get up and let the
pups out for a little while."
"Sounds good." I yawned. "I'm going to take a nap, too. See you soon. Talk to you sooner."
"Love you, Killer."
"Love you, too, Blondie."
44
Marcus
I was so thankful Killian and Mama’s trip was just a couple days. I was all kinds of ready to a see him. Phone sex was nice and all, but I needed to see him, feel him, scent him.
I was whipping up my world-famous meatloaf, which was less world-famous than it was Killian’s favorite, when my phone buzzed with a text from Parker.
We have a daughter. Ariana.
It was accompanied by a picture featuring the most adorable baby on the planet. Her peach fuzz hair looked like every baby picture I had seen of Parker and I, her eyes shaped just like his mate’s. My hand instinctively fell to my belly. It was time to tell him about our new baby. I didn’t want to share before our most recent visit to the OB/GYN, something about getting a good report at the half way point had me feeling confident enough to share with people. I knew most people only waited three months, but with all the extra tests and such, I just couldn’t.
Visitors welcome?
I needed some baby snuggle times.
Sure, but Mom and Dad are on their way and will be here in a few hours.
I only had a little bit of time, then.
On my way.
There were so many things I wanted, no, needed to say to him, but there was no way I was opening a can of worms that ginormous via text. Not that I wanted to do it on their special day, but letting those people into the life of a child was simply unacceptable.
I walked into labor and delivery only a half hour later, thanks to light traffic, and chuckled at the double takes the nurses gave me as I walked by. I hadn’t dyed my hair since discovering I was pregnant, mostly because sitting that long was less than comfortable, and now my brother and I looked even more alike, minus my pregnant belly, which I made sure to accentuate with my wardrobe choices.
I cracked the door open. “Is now a good time?” I whispered.
“Of course!” Parker stood and wrapped me in a hug.
“Can I?” My eyes were glued to the baby in the bassinet as soon as he released me.
“Yeah, let me get her out.”
“I don’t want to wake her up!” I protested, but I wanted to hold her so very, very much.
“She’s a sleeping champ.” Parker picked her tiny body up and placed her in my arms. “All she does is eat and sleep, eat and sleep. The nurses assure me it’s normal.”
I couldn’t believe I’d be holding my own baby so very soon, or that he’d be as tiny as Ariana. She was so perfect, from her tiny little eyelashes to her tiny little ears and tiny little lips. It was so hard to believe I was growing one of these glorious little creatures in me right now.
“Hey, you made it,” Miles said sleepily from his bed.
“As if I’d miss meeting my first niece!” I said, my voice choked with tears. “I’m counting on you giving me, like, five more of these!” I counted myself lucky to be able to have one kid. Who knew if I’d be able to have others?
“Don’t you even think about it right now,” Miles warned both of us. “We’re adopting from here on out.”
Parker moved closer to give Miles a kiss. “I’m okay with five more. But I’ll take them however you want to give them to me.”
“Enough talk about more kids,” Miles chided, though a smile graced his lips. “Tell me how amazing my daughter is. We made a good one, didn’t we?”
Miles drifted off to sleep at some point. Not that I could blame him. Growing and then pushing out a human was no small task.
“She is perfect, absolutely perfect,” I cooed at her again, kissing the top of her head because there was no way to resist such cuteness. She was still sound asleep. What a good baby.
“She is. Speaking of babies—do you have something to share.” He patted my growing belly with a shit eating grin.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
“The best,” he agreed, pointing at the rocker for me to sit.
“We waited to tell anyone not living with us until the mid-pregnancy ultrasound.” I settled in my new seat, Parker pulling up a typical hospital visitor chair beside me. “I was nervous.”
“I’m so excited for you both.”
The baby squirmed and we both stopped our train of thought, just taking in the awesomeness that was new life until she settled back into her sleep.
“Are you going to tell mom and dad?”
I was glad he was the first to address the elephant in the room. Our parents were the main obstacle that sat between us. I knew Parker only tolerated them, but knowing they were in his life even after what he knew left a hole in my trust.
“Maybe? Probably? I don’t know.” Killian and I had spent hours discussing exactly that and no decision had been made. Chances are they would know, but that was where that ended. We were thankfully not in a state with grandparents’ rights. “They can never be near him.”
“Him?”
I nodded.
“It’s a boy?”
“That he is.”
“Are you sure you never want them to see him?” Parker finally asked after we sat there in awkward silence for a few brief moments.
“I can’t believe you would allow them to be near her.” On that I was firm. Both Killian and I were in agreement on that one. We both knew that there might be times, like Parker’s wedding, where we would need to either leave him with Mama or let them be in the same space, but as far as forming a bond, that was not going to happen.
“They would never harm a child.”
“Except they had no problem knowingly setting me up and encouraging a situation where I would be raped by one of their business connections to force a mating? Think again. They would do anything if it benefitted them.”
I was blunt truth bombing him. Seeing his face turn a tinge of green made guilt settle into my gut, but I couldn’t sugarcoat things. Not something this important.
“You’re right.” Parker sighed in defeat. I had a feeling it was an internal battle he was conceding and not the conversation between the two of us. “I know you are, but I can’t see cutting them out completely.”
“Does your mate know what they did to me?” I hated to share my story, letting people know that I was so unlovable to my parents. But Miles really did need to know. Decisions for his child now and in the future rested on this information.
“Not with any details.” His hand came up and squeezed my shoulder. I knew this had to be even harder for him than for me. I had dealt with my feelings a long time ago, and he was working with new and horrible information while he dealt with what an already not great relationship with them.
“Then let me give you the details to give him when the time is right. He needs to know.”
I told him the story. About the fake date. The B&B room my parents had paid for. The door that locked from the outside. About defending myself, surprising the alpha because I actually knew how to do so. The cuts I’d had from jumping out the window. And finally confronting Mom and Dad who thought I should have been grateful for the “opportunity” they gave me. Parker knew the rest from there.
Parker was shaken, and he gave me a hug and wiped tears from his eyes before responding. “You’re right. Now isn’t the time, but I will. I promise. And just so you know, I haven’t given them any information about you.”
“I appreciate that, although if you two of you decide for them to be in your daughter’s life, they will find out you’re hiding me from them and that will cause drama.”
“You and I both know they know.”
I had suspected as much, but hearing him affirm that our parents kept a close eye on us even when they had no relationship with us confirmed it. I had been fooling myself to even contemplate otherwise, but feeling free of them had required it for so long.
“As valid as your point is, they will still be pissed.” I laughed as m
y dear sweet niece began to wake with a yawn. The stinkin’ cutest yawn of all times, at that.
Ariana took that as her cue to cry for her supper, Mile’s eyes popped open wide, giving me grabby hands and effectively ending the conversation.
As I handed her back to Miles, I felt freer, having at least said my piece.
Miles brought her to his breast, silencing her instantly. That was going to be me in another twenty weeks, feeding my baby with my mate by my side. I picked up the little certificate with her footprints, looking back and forth between it and the happy family.
And that was when two things hit me: I needed to take out my nipple rings so as not to stab my baby and we needed to get married stat or our baby’s certificate was going to have dads with two last names.
I whipped out my phone, typing away a mile a minute.
Let’s elope.
Don’t have to ask me twice. I want you tied to me in all ways.
That was easier than I thought it would be. I chuckled, bidding my good-bye to the happy family. There was no way I wanted to be there long enough that I ran into the parental units and I had a meatloaf to cook.
45
Killian
I’d been saving for something for Marcus ever since I went back to work. I hadn’t decided what it was going to be, maybe a ring, maybe a vacation. I’d used some of it on the nursery but still had quite a bit left over. But when Marcus asked me to elope, I knew exactly what I was going to do with the money, and I started making calls immediately. Surprisingly, Joe was my most valuable resource. As much as I wanted to see Marcus, I was grateful for the time and space to make my plans. Mama's doctor gave her a clean bill of health and we went out for a celebratory dinner. She was as excited as I was about my plan, and between calls and texts to Joe and brainstorming with Mama, by the time we boarded the plane the next day, everything was in place.
A limousine met us at the airport, and we went straight to the house.
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