We held hands tightly, each seeking comfort from the other.
We both jumped a little when the doctor finally came in.
"Hi, Marcus. How are you feeling today?"
"Impatient." Marcus rubbed his belly. As much as I wanted our little boy to arrive, I was going to miss seeing him like this.
The doctor laughed. "Fair enough. That's completely normal. Are you having any contractions?"
"Just Braxton Hicks," Marcus said with disappointment.
"Well, let's get you changed into this gown, and then we'll take a look and see how things are going down there."
He left the room while Marcus changed and then knocked to come back in. It was still awkward having a doctor putting my mate's--and now husband's--feet in stirrups and then looking at all his business, but I'd kind of gotten used to it. It was a relief when he dropped Marcus's gown and helped him sit up.
"Everything is looking great. As far as your body is concerned, it's showing all signs of being ready for eviction. If you're feeling impatient, there's a few things you can do to urge junior here to step out into the big wide world. Spicy foods can help, so Mexican or Indian. Even Buffalo wings. Any kind of exercise. Sex."
"That won't... hurt anything?" In the last week or so, Marcus had felt too awkward for much outside of blowjobs and handjobs, and the idea of having sex to try and start labor sounded a little out there for me.
"Not at all. As long as you're both comfortable, there's nothing risky about sex during pregnancy."
Marcus squeezed my hand, and I could imagine what was on his mind. Even if it was awkward, Marcus would be all about using sex to get things rolling.
"I'd like to see you in three days if the baby hasn't come by then, but hopefully I'll be seeing you in the hospital soon."
We were barely back to the car before Marcus started in on me.
"You, me, mad baby eviction sex, now. Or not now, but when we get home."
I pulled onto the road. "I think we should give some of the other options a try first. You hungry."
"Always." Marcus waggled his eyebrows. "For your cock."
I gave him a look, swiftly turning back to watch the road. "I meant for something other than food. Indian? You love Indian."
Marcus groaned. "You tempter. It is incredibly difficult to choose between Indian food and sex."
"How about the food first, and then we can consider the other?"
I was already making our way towards our favorite Indian restaurant.
"Fine. But you're not getting out of sex just because I'll go into a food coma after eating."
Marcus picked the spiciest dish he could handle, and even with the tiny amount he was able to fit into his stomach these days, he was sweating. We boxed up the rest for later.
I fell in love with our house each time we came home. It was huge--too big for just the two of us, even with our menagerie, but I had a feeling it wouldn't stay that way for long. Whether or not Marcus would be able to have more kids after this, our house would never be empty or lonely.
I had to circle around the car after parking to help Marcus out.
"Okay, now sex."
I kissed his hand and wrapped it in mine as we headed inside. "You're incorrigible."
"And horny."
"Why don't we walk around for a while first? The doctor said exercise would help."
Marcus turned and put his hand on his hip. "Killian Everest Daye. You are not grossed out by my body, are you?"
My heart dropped. That was the last thing on my mind. "No! How could you ever think that? I love your sexy pregnant body. I'm just worried about... like... breaking something. Or hurting you."
Marcus took both my hands in his. "Killian, the doctor said it would be fine. Helpful, even. Trust him. Trust me, okay?"
I nodded and he pulled me into the house, the door shutting quietly behind us. He led me to our bedroom, with its almost too sexy to sleep on sheets, and slowly began undressing me. I did the same to him. It was adorable watching him trying to take his pants off, his belly getting in the way, but the more skin he revealed, the less my worries mattered. My desire for him never waned in the pregnancy, if anything it grew.
"I love you so much." I could never say those words enough. And if they ever started to feel old and trite, I'd learn how to say it in every language possible, and I'd continue to tell Marcus I loved him every day, as many times as I could.
48
Marcus
Every time he said those words, I felt them to my core. Killian loved me. All of me, even my huge ass belly and now extra plump ankles.
I stood there, just taking him in, the sexy alpha who called me his. Objectively, anyone would agree he was sex on a stick, but when he looked at me with those eyes, hungry for me, his sex appeal kicked into the stratosphere.
“So, on the way over I was thinking about sex.” I closed the distance between us, running my hands from his chest to his abs to his cock.
“I hadn’t noticed.” He swallowed deeply as I gathered his precum on my finger and made a show of bringing it to my mouth and savoring its salty goodness.
“Har har. Anyway, what I was specifically thinking about was the best way to do this so you felt comfortable and junior would be encouraged to come and meet us.” Which was code word for I had a porn reel running through my head ever since the doctor mentioned sex.
“And your verdict?” he asked as I pulled his nipple into my mouth, nipping it before answering.
“First you kiss me so deeply and thoroughly that my both my cock and my hole are weeping.” This part of the plan was ill planned, given the fact that both my cock and hole were already at the desired level, but I was pregnant, and shouldn’t be expected to be a good planner.
“I can do that,” he all but panted. “Then what?”
“Then we lay on the bed, my back to your front, your arm wrapped around my middle as you enter me from behind, slowly entering me, in and out until neither of us can take it anymore and we both blow our load and fall sound asleep.” I had read this was one of the best positions for this far along in my pregnancy but it sounded so boring until I said it aloud and watched his cock nod in agreement.
“Your plan has merit.” He tapped his chin, pretending to think. Oh, this was going to be good.
“But?”
“I need to taste you first.” He fell to his knees.
I started to argue, but the battle was already lost once he had my cock in his mouth. The man was the freaking cock whisperer, and it took an embarrassingly short period of time before he had me shooting down his throat and screaming his name.
“So, the next part was kissing, I believe.” He stood up, his eyes still hooded with lust as he pulled my face to his and kissed me exactly as I described before moving on to each step of my plan, including falling sound asleep. That hadn’t been the plan, I wanted to grumble. I knew it was the orgasm and the happy hormones that could stimulate labor, not penetration, but penetration couldn’t hurt, right? But I was in no mood to complain.
I woke slowly, my stomach tight, but not uncomfortable. Darn Indian food always kicked back later. One hundred percent worth it. Rolling over, I fully awoke with a pop. At first, I thought I knocked something over, but as Killian started patting the bed beside him, and I rolled back thinking he was beaconing me, I felt it.
“Killian, I think my water broke.” I didn’t move.
“Aren’t you supposed to have contractions or something first to let us know it is coming?” He wasn’t moving either. Weren’t we quite the pair.
“I thought so but—" I gestured to the wet satin sheets.
“Your water broke.”
I nodded.
“We should move and do something,” he stated, still not moving. He wasn’t being lazy; he was in shock. His eyes were wide but his body was frozen.
“Right, yeah. Clothes. We should do clothes.” I snapped out of that weird state I had been in and sat up. I needed a shower. We’d had sex and my
water broke; that was a whole lot of bodily fluids to be walking around covered in. “I’m going to shower off and get dressed.”
I climbed out of bed and when I turned around, I met with the eyes of a very confused alpha.
“Shower? Are you kidding?”
I shook my head.
“You need to get to the hospital. Now.” He bound out of bed, grabbing my overnight bag and dropping it on the bed before going to his dresser.
“Fine. I’ll go pee and come on out,” I lied as I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, climbing in before the water was ready, knowing I was going to be interrupted in a nanosecond. There was no way I wasn’t showering first. I wasn’t even uncomfortable yet, much less begging for pain killers.
“Liar,” I heard through the open door.
“I am not going to the hospital smelling of sex.” I continued to bathe.
“Sex the doctor told you to have!”
He was so not going to logic me out of this one.
“If you would leave me be I’d be—owww—done already.” So maybe the pain was starting. It wasn’t that bad.
“Do you expect me to skip over that yell?”
No, but I wanted him to so that he didn’t see the I want to curl up pain that was now taking over my middle.
“No, I expect you to hand me a towel, my sweats and a t-shirt.” Because I might have misjudged the amount of time I had before needing those pain killers.
“You did not just ask for sweats to go out in public. That’s not like you.”
I evil eyed him so hard. Did he not realize I had a human being that was trying to make its way out of my body? My body didn’t come with a zipper to help make that exit easy; he had to come out the way all babies did, either with a lot of pushing and pain or, if things didn’t go well, by having them slice me open. This was not the time to question my fashion sense.
“Now,” I said, and he grabbed me my clothes.
“Checking in?” the triage nurse asked as if it weren’t flipping obvious.
“Yes.” Killian handed her both my license and insurance cards, knowing that would be their next question. “He’s about to have a baby.”
“I’m sure it is not as imminent as that.”
I loved sarcasm more than most, but I wanted to slap the smirk off of her face. Didn’t she realize I had a baby trying to force its way out of my body through a passage much too small for that?
“How long has he been contracting?”
“About an hour.” Killian answered as she handed him back the cards.
“Then he has plenty of time. I’ll get you to a triage room for monitoring and we can move from there.”
“His water broke.” Killian interjected.
“So maybe we will start with a labor and delivery then.” She took out her phone, pressing a bunch of numbers before continuing. “Nurse Michelle will be here in a minute to take you to a room. Good thing you pre-registered, because broken water could mean this will go fast.”
It may have only been an hour after that before our little boy took his first breath, but it felt like for-freaking-ever, each minute filled with anticipation of meeting our son and the pain from having to push him out. But none of them mattered when I heard his first cry.
We had a baby boy. A perfect, eight point six pound baby boy. Never in my life had I known a joy as great as when they first put him in my arms and I heard Killian say through his tears of joy, “We’re dads.”
“Did you hear that, Ezekial Everest Daye? You made us the happiest men alive.” He was so perfect laying there half-asleep, his hair the same peach fuzz mess his cousin had. Like I had at birth. I was a dad.
“Ezekial Everest Day?” We had struggled to find the perfect name and had a dozen floating around as possibilities knowing that once we saw him his name would fall into place and it had. My name, the one I grew up, Killian’s middle name, the one only brought out when he was in trouble and our last name. “It’s perfect. He’s perfect.”
“I love you,” I said to them both. I never in all my years know that love like this was possible. Both of them owned my heart and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
“I love you, too, both of you.” He kissed us both on the head before taking our son in his arms for the first time. I imprinted that picture on my heart, which they now owned.
Epilogue
"He's..." My breath caught, at a loss for words.
"Amazing," Marcus finished. Ezekial Everest Daye was fifteen hours old, and he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. His hair was so blond, he looked practically bald, and when I held him, I was terrified I would break his fragile body just by breathing on him.
I'd been staring at him all day, but my favorite view was watching Marcus feed him. There was just something so perfect in the way that nature had prepared his body to care for our boy.
"When is Mama coming to see him?" Marcus asked.
"She actually popped in during your last nap. She's around here somewhere. She should turn up soon."
Marcus pouted. "I wanted to see her face when she saw Ez for the first time."
I kissed his forehead. "I know, but you needed the sleep. Don't worry too much. I'm sure you'll get to see her happy grandma face a lot from now on."
Marcus's pout faded a little, though he wasn't completely satisfied. "And Coop?"
"He'll stop by after his morning classes are over. He said he didn't want to just rush in and rush out, he wanted to spend time with his nephew."
That satisfied Marcus, at least. I knew how he felt. I wanted to share our beautiful boy with those closest to us immediately.
"And did you talk to Parker?"
Before I could answer, the man in question said, "He did and we're here!" Parker, his mate Miles and their little girl Ariana had all come, accompanied by what looked like the entire stock of the hospital gift store's congratulations balloons.
Parker came up to give his brother a hug before turning to admire Ez. "He's perfect, brother. Well done."
I had to admit, I was a little more emotional than usual that day, but the moment between the two brothers just about did me in. I knew how much it had meant to Marcus when Parker had told him he'd finally had it out with their parents over how they'd treated Marcus. As a result, his family had also gone no-contact with them. And when Mama had heard about that and that Miles's family wasn't exactly in the picture either, she'd adopted them on the spot. That woman had more love in her than anyone I knew.
Miles lifted Ariana up to see Ez and she stared at him. She was a little young to figure out what all the fuss was about, but that was okay. I loved that they were so close in age. Even if we didn't have any more kids, even if we didn't adopt, he and Ariana would grow up close enough to each other to be just as good as siblings.
"Well, brother, I have a surprise for you," Parker said.
"This isn't like the time you surprised me with a ghost in my closet, is it?" Marcus said warily. "Because I don't think my body can handle that kind of reaction right now."
"Well, you tell me: Miles and I decided it’s time to move out of the city."
The Spears had a giant home in the city, with every amenity you could ask for. I wondered what was drawing them away, but I didn't have to wonder for long.
"Ooh, ooh!" Marcus waved his hand excitedly. "You have to look at the property just next to us. It went up on the market a couple weeks ago, and if it hadn't been so close to baby time, I would have already looked at buying it for Chloe's Creatures. But having you so close would be--it would just be the best present ever."
Parker was grinning from ear to ear. "I'm glad you think so. I just signed the closing paperwork yesterday."
"You didn't!" Marcus started to cry. "Shut up. That's--I'm just so--damn it, give me a hug."
Parker came in for another hug, and that's when my mom came in, which just turned the room into a giant hug fest.
I hadn't realized it, when Marcus had stepped into Club Royale so long
ago, that this was what I was looking for. Even if I had, I never could have imagined that he would be the one to bring it to me. But life was fucking good right now. I could finally take care of my mama the way I deserved. I was in college for the first time, and loving every minute of it. My brother was off pursuing his own dream, not held back by our family's needs. And Marcus was reunited with his brother. I wish I had known this was what I was looking for. I wish I could have enjoyed the dream of what was to come, lived in anticipation for it. But maybe it was better than it all just happened as it did.
When all our visitors had left, after Marcus finished feeding Ez once more, I pulled out a little bag that I had been holding on to for a long time and held it up to Marcus.
"What's this?" he asked.
"After that first time I dropped you off at your house, I was cussing myself out because I hadn't asked your number. All I had was your address, and I didn't want you to think I was a stalker. So I sent you that statue in Blubby's tank."
"I love that statue," Marcus said. "That was so sweet."
"Well, I bought two, just in case you took more convincing. And I found it when we were unpacking in the new house. I almost tossed it, but I credit that dogfish statue as one of the things that brought us together. If it hadn't been for that, would you have been friendly enough to help me capture Princess? If we hadn't found Princess together, would I have taken you to the pet fair? If it weren't for the pet fair, would we have Mr. Jenkins and Whisper? Really, I think that dogfish statue is good luck."
I took the catfish statue out of the little bag. "So I can only imagine how much more luck he'll bring when he's back with his partner."
Marcus took the statue and sniffled. "You're such a corn dog," he muttered.
"But I'm your corn dog."
"It isn't luck that brought us together, Killian. I believe it was fate. As different as we are, I can't help but believe that we were made for each other. You put up with my crazy shenanigans and keep me grounded."
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