by Sarah Havan
Conrad smiled. “Let me grab my laptop.”
He got his computer and sat behind me, so I sat between his legs, his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin on my shoulder, peering over at the screen.
“This is making me horny,” Conrad said as we scrolled down a page featuring lace panties.
“Yeah. But I’m this.” I rubbed my hand over my round stomach. We hadn’t done anything sexual since we found out.
“So. You’re beautiful and have desires, too.”
“Honestly, Conrad. I’m sure you’re officially done having sex with me.”
“Never, and Dr. Garcia did say it was safe for us to have penetrative sex. You don’t even have to take those antibiotics the first OBGYN prescribed you.” Omega anatomy certainly was interesting. Due to the nature of everything down there, my vaginal opening and my cervix remained tight so no bacteria could get through.
“He sure did,” I said, perking up at the idea.
“But that seems kind of scary.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.
“Do you want to?” Conrad asked in my ear.
“Do you want me to be honest?”
“Yes.”
“I have no desire to top. God, I am such an omega.” I loved the feeling of having him in me, dominating me, always so focused on making me feel good.
“And I just want to be in you, and I’m sure there are omegas who top. It’s just all about preference. I’m sure some pairs are versatile, too.” Conrad put his laptop on the nightstand.
“I like bottoming. Love it.”
“You need to get naked now,” Conrad said with a growl in his voice, already pulling my shirt over my head. “You’re wearing the one with the little bow,” he said, throwing my shirt to the side and poking the bow on my bra. “You look so fucking sexy in that.” He stripped me the rest of the way and then we ripped off his clothes. I jutted my chest out some as he caressed my breasts over my bra, arching my back as he undid it, pulling my bra off of me.
“My stomach gets bigger every day. And I found out that since I’m an omega, we show quicker than the average person, even those with twins. Look at how big it’s getting. How are we going to do this?”
Conrad kissed my stomach and rolled me onto my back. “Sit up for a sec.” He helped pull me up and shoved a bunch of pillows behind me and against the headboard. “I read that it’s not good to lay on your back after twenty weeks when you have sex. You’re not quite there yet, but since you have twins in there and are petite, we should do the twenty weeks and after positions.”
I lay back into the pillows, partially propped up. He pushed my thighs up and back, and I grabbed behind my knees.
“There’s plenty of other positions, too.”
“I think I like this for now,” I said, even though it was quite similar to a birthing position. Conrad pushed back both my legs more, spreading them further apart, his hardness at my hole. I let out a shaky breath in anticipation. He leaned over me, kissing my lips, and then gently sucked on my nipples. As my breasts swelled and tingles ran through my body, my breathing grew heavier. He squirted some lube in his palms and covered his cock and then was back at my hole, slowly pressing in.
I moaned as he filled me, and I let go of my knees, grabbing his shoulders, my large stomach between us. He was slow and gentle as he thrust in and out, picking up a bit of a pace as I moaned, and the more and louder I moaned, the faster he went.
“Deeper, Conrad.”
He slammed into me, pushing, forcing himself further, and he held behind my knees, holding my legs back, and my body shook as my nerve endings exploded. He hit my prostate, and my hole clenched around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Conrad said. “You’re so tight still, but so warm. Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’m not going to last long. This feels too good.”
“Conrad,” I said with a whimper, my nipples so hard, and everything in me coiling to a strong need to release. “Oh God,” I said, panting as he pumped more at my urgency. “There, there, don’t stop. Oh God, Conrad, I’m not going to last either,” I said then letting out a scream as a jolt of ecstasy blasted through my body, rendering me speechless as I rode the wave of pleasure and it kept coming. I clawed at his shoulders and arched my back, and he pressed my legs down further. All I could do was toss my head around and finally scream as I released. Conrad started thrusting harder and grunting. Another orgasm hit me, and as he released, I held him tighter, riding out my orgasm that was deep inside, not releasing anything.
***
“Want to come down to the dining hall with me?” Conrad asked.
“Sure, babies here have been extra hungry.” I ate enough for a whole army.
“Have you thought about the end of the semester? It’s not even a month away.”
“I’m still not sure. My mom said we could stay with her, but I don’t know.” I had thought about Pine Wood Falls so many times but still fought the idea. My life had changed so much already that I didn’t know if I could take it that far, to live in some secret community.
“I’ll get a job. We can find an apartment.”
“What about school, Conrad?” I asked.
“We’ll somehow balance it out. You won’t have to work.”
“I’m talking about you.” School the next semester looked like it might not have been a possibility for me. Sure, it’d be great for people to see a pregnant man as an everyday thing, not something all that different, but I was never one for attention. I had hardcore introvert tendencies, and I knew if I showed up to class eight months pregnant with twins in the fall, I’d get a whole lot of attention, but I hadn’t quite made my final decision yet.
“I’m going to provide for my family that’s what I’m going to do.”
“I can’t let you be the only one who works.”
“Mason, you’re pregnant with twins. That’s work enough. You just need to rest and take care of yourself.”
“I can still function perfectly fine.” He treated me like I was the most fragile thing in the world. I didn’t mind all of his doting on me, but sometimes, it got a bit overwhelming.
“You can, but I want to take care of you, and that is that.”
“What if I said no?”
“I’ll let you do whatever you want, but know, I’m here to provide for you. Protect you. Care for you. You are my whole world, and I will do everything it takes to make sure you’re happy and healthy.” He put his hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you more than anything, Mason. Please, let me do this.”
“Okay. What about Pine Wood Falls?”
“I know you’re still unsure. It’s a whole new way of life.”
“I know. I just don’t want you to be working too hard and be tired,” I said, now thinking maybe I needed to change my attitude toward it because staying there would also greatly benefit Conrad.
“Perhaps we can just stay there for the summer and see how it goes. We don’t have to settle there,” Conrad suggested.
“A gateway to our new life together.”
“Yeah. Me, you, and these twins, Mason.”
***
“Hey, you guys,” Jill said, spotting Conrad and me in the dining hall. Her and Margo walked over and took a seat across from us.
“Oh, hi,” Conrad said.
Margo looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “We haven’t seen you guys around much.”
“Mason’s been sick,” Conrad said.
“You okay?” Jill asked.
“Yeah, some sort of mystery bug,” I said, wearing an old winter coat of Conrad’s over his hoodie which I also wore. I started to go to great lengths to hide my stomach.
“You look a little … ouch,” Margo said, looking over at Jill.
We all gave each other forced smiles as awkwardness filled the air because we all felt the table jolt a bit when Jill kicked Margo in the leg. I didn’t know what I was going to do because most apparently, my stomach was super
obvious even with all of my layering attempts.
“What have you been up to?” Conrad asked.
Jill shrugged. She stared right at me. With her staring at me like that, it made me feel all kinds of uncomfortable. She was our friend, and she made me feel like that. When strangers started to catch on, I knew I wouldn’t handle it well. I curled in my shoulders and tried to disappear.
“Dating disasters, that’s what. And I’m not even talking on her behalf, even though she does have a story. I’m talking about me, and meaning I haven’t been on any,” Margo said.
Jill went on to tell us about some guy who sounded like a real dick that she went out with, and Margo supplied humorous commentary, and I knew it would be one of the last times I could sit and hang out with friends and just be nineteen.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mason
“Since your mom hasn’t seen you pregnant yet in person, maybe we should bring her up here. Take her to your twenty-week ultrasound,” Conrad said.
“That’s an awfully nice suggestion.” Especially since he hadn’t even told his family yet.
“I feel like I’ve been hogging you to myself.”
“We’ve been hogging each other. Living in our own little world here.”
“It’s been nice,” he said, sitting up on his bed. In our spare time between classes, we tended to lay on our beds and talk about anything and everything. Maybe it was my way of hiding out. More people had begun staring at me when I was in class, the school library, the dining hall, and thinking of all those eyes on me made my breathing quicker, my chest ache, my heart pound. Needless to say, I didn’t enjoy it.
“It has, and I can’t believe we find out the sex of the babies next week. What if it turns out that the babies are like me?”
“They’ll be awesome babies then.”
“I want my babies to have the best life possible.”
“With you for a dad, that’ll happen no matter what.”
“You’re the best.” I rolled to my side and pushed off the bed to stand so I could give him a hug.
Conrad shook his head at me. “Stay. Don’t get up.”
“You don’t have to treat me like I’m something so fragile. I’m just pregnant.”
“I want to do everything for you. Make this as easy as possible. I know it’s been hard to deal with.” He came over and straddled me.
“Having you here has helped so much. Now,” I said, tugging on his shirt. “Let me show you how un-fragile I am.”
“I can’t believe that I have you in my life. That you chose to be with me.” Conrad had become overly sentimental with me, saying some of the cheesiest things, but I knew he meant every word he said.
“I couldn’t be happier, Conrad. You mean everything to me.”
***
We pulled up in front of my house, and my chest tightened. It was the small brick ranch I had lived in most of my life, but now, I was so scared to go in there.
“What if she looks at me and thinks I’m a freak? Tells me to get out, never wants to see me again? We can’t go in there. Turn around. Turn around.”
“Mason, she knows you’re pregnant and accepts it and loves it. She’s coming with us to the ultrasound,” Conrad said. He knew my mom didn’t have a car, so he insisted on driving out there to pick her up and bring her back to Pine Wood Falls with us.
I blew out a few quick breaths and held up my hand in front of me. “They’re shaking so much.”
“She’s going to love seeing you.” Conrad rubbed my shoulder.
I nodded. “Okay. I feel like I’m going to barf.”
“Mason, it’s your mom, and she loves you no matter what,” he said in a firm tone.
“Okay, yeah. I know. I know.”
“I love you, too.”
“What are we going to tell her about our whole alpha/omega dynamic?” My stomach began to churn.
“Whatever you want, but we don’t have to tell a single soul. But perhaps we should let her know since she’ll be at the birth.”
“You want her there?” I asked, tears rolling down my cheeks. Fricking hormones. I climbed out of the car and walked up the path to my mom’s front door with my hand on the small of my back. Sitting in the car for a while made my back sore. Conrad grabbed my shoulder and stopped me before I knocked on the door and turned me toward him.
“Of course, I want her there.” He kissed my forehead. “Your mom loves you.”
I put my hand on his cheek, and the door swung open.
“Hey, you two. Get your butts in here,” my mom said, her voice so light and happy.
“Hi, Mrs. Donnelly.” Conrad gave my mom a hug.
I sucked on my lip and put my hand on my stomach.
“Mason, baby, look at you.” She threw her arms around me, and I hugged her back, sniffling up some tears. “Mason, don’t cry.”
“That’s all I seem to do lately.”
“Oh, my baby,” she said, helping me off with my coat. Conrad took our jackets, and my mom covered her mouth with her hands and shook her head, tears teetering at the brim of her eyes.
‘Mom, if you cry, I’m going to cry more.”
“You look so handsome and wonderful.” She walked over and rubbed my stomach. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Really?” I asked because I was in quite the situation. Not sure how it was really something to be proud of.
“Like you wouldn’t believe. The courage you have and strength, it’s admirable.”
“Thanks, Mom.” She always knew how to make me feel better.
“Now come, have a seat for a minute before we go. But I have got to say, wow. Look at that stomach.”
“It’s officially huge, and I have to pee.”
“It’s nonstop, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s awful.”
Me and my mom sat next to each other on the couch, and Conrad sat in the armchair. My childhood pictures covered the walls. She even had up my fifth-grade school photo, which I had always despised when I was younger. Talk about bad hair.
“I was worried on the drive out. Have been,” I said with a sigh.
“Why?” my mom asked.
“I don’t know. I was afraid you’d see me pregnant in person, and say I look like an abomination or something.”
“Never.”
“Or … I don’t know. Maybe you’d reject me or something.” I shrugged and rubbed the back of my neck.
“Listen, Mason, you’re perfect, and I love you. Not in a million years did I ever think my son would be with child, but he is, you are, and I’m going to be a grandma.”
“Were you worried before that you wouldn’t be a grandma?”
“No. I knew adoption could’ve been a possibility, but if you never had children, I would’ve been just fine with that.” Ever since I told her I thought I liked boys back in middle school, she had been nothing but supportive of me.
“And now I’m having twins at nineteen.” I ran my hand over the top of my stomach all the way to the bottom, holding the weight of it in my palm.
“Quite the surprise, but I’ll help you all that I can with raising the little boogers. Have you guys thought much about that?”
“We’ve been discussing it,” I said.
“Conrad, does your family know yet?” My mom turned in his direction and smiled.
“That I’m in love with my best friend and he’s pregnant? No, not yet.”
“You too are a strong young man.”
“Thanks. But a young man that has to muster up some courage.” Conrad sighed, and his shoulders dropped.
“It’s scary, but you have more than enough courage. It is so wonderful that you’re by Mason’s side, and I couldn’t be happier that the two of you are together. You’ve always been so good for each other. I had a feeling it would happen one day.”
“Really?” I asked. Being with Conrad was something I only wished. I never imagined it’d actually happen.
“I could tell by the way you looked at him
that you’ve been in love with him a long time.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. Maybe not at first. At first, it was the love best friends have, but as you boys matured, I could tell.”
Conrad bobbed his head. “Yeah, it took me a while to … well…” he said, wringing his hands together.
“These things can take time, but you guys will have a wonderful life together, soulmates.”
“I think we are. It’s you, me, and these babies forever, Conrad,” I said, repeating basically the same thing he said to me on an almost every day basis.
“And any future babies,” Conrad said, grinning.
“Sounds like you two have talked about your future together. Are you able to conceive again?” my mom asked, tilting her head to the side and looking at me.
“So, we have some things to tell you,” I said, letting out a slow breath.
Together, Conrad and I told my mom everything.
“Wow,” my mom said when we finished.
“Do you think we’re delusional? I swear we are not making this up.” I bit my thumb and bounced my knee.
“Mason, there was a sort of a legend in your father’s family. A story passed down for generations. The story said that the Donnelly’s of America were descendants of wolves.”
“Serious?” I asked because it was the first time I ever heard anything about it. Granted, my dad died when I was young, and I didn’t have much memory of him, but she always talked about him, but just not the wolf stuff, I guess.
“Long ago, there was a Jacob Donnelly, and he lived far out in the woods with his young wife, but then he was viciously attacked by wolves. He survived, though and soon his wife got pregnant. She gave birth to multiples, quads. Only two lived. But years passed and their story became known. People called it her litter because their children expressed some odd behaviors.”
“Like wolves,” Conrad said.
My mom nodded. “Exactly. The wolf who attacked Jacob traveled with his pack attacking many more people.”
“So, Conrad here is probably from one of those families, too,” I said, looking over at him. “But how come all the omegas are intersex?”
“That I couldn’t tell you. I thought it was just a story to cover up for something brutal that happened generations ago. Maybe something with the wolf DNA and human DNA.”