Oliver lifted his knees so that I could see his glistening hole. "Can you see how wet I already am for you?"
I had to grasp the base of my cock so that I wouldn't come like a teenager, just at the sight and his words. When the moment of danger passed, I stepped forward and leaned over him, bracing one hand next to his shoulder and using the other to circle his tight pucker. "How much do you want me?"
While Oliver pretended to think about it, I slid a finger in, curling and pressing and twirling inside of him. He was already fairly loose and ready, so I pulled out and slid a second finger in to scissor, stretching his hole, preparing him for my knot. Each time he looked like he was about to answer me, I tried something new. Curling both fingers in, pressing directly against his prostate, pumping in quickly for a few seconds. I never let him go long enough to catch his breath. And then I added a third finger, again, changing my technique as often as needed. When I finally slid my fingers out completely, all he could do was moan at the loss, but I quickly replaced it with the head of my cock, sliding in with one smooth stroke, not too fast and not to slow. Oliver gasped, the stretch just a little too much.
"Tell me when," I told him.
He panted through the pain, but a minute later, he nodded, and I pulled him to my chest and switched our positions so that he was riding me.
"Let me watch you ride me," I requested.
Oliver wavered a little, his eyes closed, but then he braced a hand on my chest and slowly began to fuck himself on me. With his free hand, he reached around to caress my balls, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned in pleasure. But I didn't want to miss this, and I forced them back open to watch Oliver. He looked like he was in his own world, his hips tilting this way and that, finding just the right angle to make him gasp and moan. I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks which prompted a hiss and he bounced faster on my cock.
My toes were curling, trying to keep it together while my mate used my body to pleasure himself. Oliver tugged at my balls and my hips twitched up in an involuntary response.
"Wyatt!" Oliver shouted, then slapped a hand over his mouth. I'd almost forgotten about Chloe. We hadn't had sex while she was in the house before. That was going to take some getting used to. Oliver bit on a knuckle as he sped up, riding me relentlessly, and I couldn't just observe any longer. I grabbed his hips with my hands and used them to lift him and slam him back down, thrusting my hips with each pull. My knot slid in and out of his hole, just enough to tug on the ring of muscles each time, but not yet locked inside him. Oliver was squeaking and cussing past his knuckle and I was so damn close—!
But I wanted Oliver to come with me. I kept one hand tight on his ass, continuing to thrust, but circled his cock with my other hand, stroking him in time with our furious movements until we both came. I managed to keep it to just a grunt, but Oliver shouted one incoherent yell as he clenched around me, prompting my knot to swell and lock me tightly within his body, tying him to me, for at least the moment, as my cum filled him. I imagined filling Oliver with more babies, and my body clenched in an even more powerful, almost painful surge before I fell limp. I managed to turn to my side, guiding Oliver gently down to the bed. There were a few uncomfortable moments as we figured out how to arrange our legs with my knot limiting our movements, but then we found a position that worked and settled in for a moment of rest, my chest heaving, my skin burning, and my heart whole.
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Oliver
“I love you.” I snuggled in as close as I could, savoring his knot. “And not just the we had sex and I’m currently feeling euphoria I love you, but a legit, in my soul with all I am love, I love you.”
“Who’s the sap now?”
I tapped his nose playfully before capturing my lips with his in an all too brief, yet very satisfying kiss.
“I never pretended not to be.”
He smiled at me as I caught my breath.
“I’m sorry. I promise to never act that irrationally and selfishly again,” I vowed.
“Oh, my omega, you don’t need to apologize anymore.” He squeezed me tightly. “We both messed up. That is what people who love each other do. We will mess up again and again. The important thing is that we remember to never give up, even when one of us is being a dumbass.”
“Cause that’s definitely going to happen,” I conceded. We were both going to mess up. It was okay, as long as we remembered what was important instead of freaking out and running away. And by we, I meant me.
“It is,” he agreed, the guilt of our near catastrophe still settled in his eyes.
“So…” If we allowed ourselves, we would ruin the rest of our knot time shrouded in guilt. Well deserved, but not at all useful, guilt. “I need to give you my notice.”
“Notice of what?” It was adorable the way his nose scrunched up in confusion.
“Quitting, obviously.” I cupped his cheek with my hand, needing to feel as much of him pressed against me as possible, still partially convincing myself this was all real and that he was mine. “You don’t need a nanny anymore.”
“Are you okay with that?” His head tilted, putting more pressure on my hand and sending warmth straight to my heart.
“What, not getting paid for doing the same work?” There was no way I should be getting paid for being his omega. We both knew that, but it still needed to be said.
“Yeah, that.” He laughed at the ridiculousness of the entire thing.
“I’m more than okay.” I lifted my face to meet his, our foreheads touching. “It means this is real and we are a family.” Family. Just saying the word was everything. I was his. He was mine. And together with Chloe and the little one growing inside me, we were family. An honest to goodness family. One built on love, not on expectations.
“We were a family long before this. Chloe could see it. We knew it too, even if we didn’t admit it to ourselves.” He was such a smart man–most of the time.
“Family,” I repeated again, letting the word echo in my head. “I love the sound of that.”
“I love you.” Wyatt sealed his words with a kiss.
“And I love you.”
“And I love our little boy.” Wyatt settled his hand on my belly. “I can’t wait to see you grow as our baby grows inside of you.
“You think boy?” I placed my hand on his. I thought boy too, mostly because Chloe was so adamant for a girl. I would be happy either way. I had wasted so much time believing I was barren that it still wasn’t completely real to me.
“I do. Chloe is going to be mad.”
“No, she’s going to love him as much as we do.” I downplayed what we both knew would be her initial reaction. She would love him or her, it was true, but if and when she found out it was a boy–whoa nelly. “She’s a pretty amazing kid.”
“She’s a lot like her mama.”
“You still miss her.” I wasn’t jealous or even uncomfortable with it.
“And I always will, but that doesn’t make me love you less.”
Wyatt was with me because he loved me. His love for her didn’t detract from that at all. We each held a place in his heart, one of significance. I just happened to be the one lucky enough to be here to enjoy it now.
“This I know.” I squeezed his hand, still nestled on my belly. “I’m glad you miss her. It means your love was real. I wish you didn’t hurt, but never once did it cross my mind that I wanted you to have loved her less. Your love made Chloe, and my life is exponentially better with her in it.”
I meant every last word. We laid there enjoying the last few minutes of his knot. There was something magical about that time, the time after sex but before we separated. I’d never had that before. Before it was always from behind and we would lay on our side, asshole alpha falling asleep until his knot was down enough to disentangle our bodies. I had no idea how amazing this anatomically forced together time could actually be. It was pretty freaking amazing.
“I want to show you something.” Wyatt was the one who sta
rted speaking first. He sounded almost nervous, but cute. “It’s kind of a weird thing to show you right after make-up sex, but I think it is important.”
“What is it?”
He sat up, taking me with him.
“A video. Of Jen. For our little girl.” He looked at me, almost as if waiting for reassurance which I offered with a smile. “I feel like it will show you who she was and why she will forever hold a place in my heart.”
“It’s going to make me cry, isn’t it?”
“Like you never have before,” he admitted.
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Wyatt
I didn’t need to watch the movie. It was burned into my brain. My eyes were focused on Oliver, who was tearing up before the video even started.
Is this on?
My hands had been shaking, but thankfully we had a tripod for the camera. I hadn't wanted to do it. Hadn't wanted to consider the idea that Jen might not live to see our baby girl grow up.
Oliver leaned into me, seeking the comfort I was more than ready and willing to give. He held it together pretty well until the part where Jen mentioned him, as I knew he would. Of course, Jen hadn't known about Oliver specifically, but she had talked about the person who would come after her up to her last day. She had been determined that at some point I would move on. But until Wyatt, Jen had been my only. We'd had the perfect love at first scent whirlwind romance. We waited to have Chloe, and there were definitely times I wish we hadn't, that we had started sooner to give Chloe more time with her mom. And maybe they would have found the tumor sooner if she had. But none of that was the path life took us on. And I happened to love the path I was on, even if it wasn't what I could have ever imagined.
...someday, he'll find someone to help him take care of you. They won't be me, and they won't take my place. They'll build a new place in your heart and daddy's. I already have a place for them in my heart because I know they will love you both as much as I love you...
Oliver was biting his knuckle, trying to hold back the sobs. I paused the video before the lullaby.
"She... was... beautiful..." Oliver sobbed.
"She really would have liked you," I told him.
"I wish I could have met her," he whispered when his sobs calmed down.
"Me too." I pulled him down to be my little spoon and pulled him as close to me as I could. "She was right."
"About?"
"You have built a place in both our hearts. It sucks that Jen left us, but we needed you, Oliver, and I didn't realize how much, even once we got together, until I almost lost you."
"I'm sorry," he apologized for the hundredth time.
"Well don't let it happen again," I admonished playfully. Today had been heavy. I hadn't gone through so many emotions in such a short time span since losing Jen.
"I don't think she left you," Oliver said suddenly.
"What?"
"Jen. She loved you both so much, I can't imagine, that if there were any way possible, that if there is any kind of afterlife, she must be here. She could never leave you."
Tears pricked at my eyes, and my voice was rough as I said, "You think?"
"I know." Oliver turned in my arms to kiss me sweetly. "If I can love you two halves as well as she loved you, then I will have accomplished something good in my life."
"Are you sure we should make Chloe wait?" I asked for the third, or maybe tenth, time.
Oliver rolled his eyes. "Wyatt, you've been at this parenting thing longer than I have. Do you really want to deal with toddler-like tantrums right away if the tech says we're having a boy?"
"I know, I know," I conceded. "But she's just so excited."
"And she will be just as excited whenever we do tell her, but we will be more prepared to deal with the outcome."
I kissed his fingers, clasped in my own. "What did I do without you?"
"I honestly have no clue." Oliver sighed in exasperation.
My knee jiggled nervously and Oliver pressed his hand to my thigh. "Why are you the nervous nelly? You've been through this before."
"And I was much worse then, let me promise you."
"Everything is going to be fine," Oliver assured me. "Every checkup has been perfect. Today is the day we get to finally see our little baby. Think on the good things."
"I am." My knee started jiggling again. "It's just that I'm thinking a million miles a minute and there are good thoughts and worried thoughts and the sky is falling thoughts and it's really hard to filter through them."
He shut me up with a kiss.
"Oliver Moore?"
He pulled back with a smile. "That's us. Are you ready, alpha?"
His use of alpha calmed me in a way nothing else had. I could do this. Millions and millions of other alphas had gone through this before me. Billions. Every one of them had survived. You would think that as a vet and how familiar I was with animal reproduction that dealing with human reproduction would have been a cakewalk. Especially since I'd done this before. But that was as far from the truth as possible.
I focused on my breathing as I followed Oliver back and watched them take his weight before they guided us into a small room with an examination table and a tall stool next to it, with a large ultrasound machine on the other side. The room was painted a calming sea green, but none of that would calm me. Not until someone told me that both my baby and my omega were fine. Hell, I probably would be a mess until the pregnancy was over. Done. But we were only half way through.
I could do this, I promised myself as the technician finally entered the room.
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Oliver
“Are you sure this is the best way to do this?” I asked as Wyatt snuck Sky, the mother dog who was brought in after a fire, into the house.
“Absolutely.” His eyes didn’t agree. Oh well. We would soon find out.
Sky’s puppies had long since found homes, but Sky had suffered a bit more lung damage from the smoke and needed a longer stay. That stay increased exponentially as the staff took to spoiling her and “forgetting” to put up the sign looking for a home for her. In many ways this was perfect. Sky would have a home, a true home here with us, and the staff would still get to spoil her almost daily. Whether it would work to soften the blow when we told Chloe about her brother, that was another thing altogether.
“I think it might be over the top,” I said. It was definitely over the top.
“Says the man who got her a real live unicorn for her birthday.” He had me there. But making that magical moment for her was worth every inch over the top I went and, from my estimation, it was a good mile or so.
“I was creating memories. You are creating poop.” I wrapped my arm around his side, resting my head on his shoulder and my spare hand on my growing belly.
“It wasn’t like we aren’t already dealing with the poop.” He turned his head to kiss my forehead.
“And now I will get two,” I joshed.
“Do you mind?” he asked far too seriously.
“No, not at all. Do you even think it will work?” I still had my doubts. I loved Sky, though, and having her here was only going to add more love to our home. And poop, but more love than poop. I hoped.
“One way to find out.” He kissed my head again before stepping out of my half-embrace and calling from the bottom of the stairs, “Chloe. I’m home.” A thud and the pounding of little feet echoed from the floor above. There was never a day she wasn’t excited by her dad’s return. I couldn’t blame her. I felt the same.
“You brought Sky home,” she screamed from the top of the steps before barreling down them faster than I would’ve liked.
“I did,” he said as she smothered the dog with love.
“Can she stay?” She didn’t even bother to look up, her full attention on Sky as Sprinkles sauntered in as if to say, “Doesn’t bother me, I know I am the queen.” I had to crack up. There was something so expressive about Sprinkles and so un-very dog-like, in complete contrast to Sky. Sky was the epitome of a sweet dog,
slobbering kisses and tail wags that hit your leg so hard you almost wanted her to stop—almost.
“She can. Her lungs are healed and she’s ready for a mama.” I watched Wyatt watch Chloe, waiting for it to sink in.
“Me?”
Wyatt nodded.
“You are the best dads ever!”
I wasn’t sure how I got credit for this one, but since the reward was a huge smile followed by a bear hug, I’d gladly take it.
“Speaking of being dads…” Wyatt’s segue was anything but smooth. It was almost comical. “We went to the baby doctor today and he told us we are having a baby boy.”
I waited for the impending doom. None came.
“Awesome.” She jumped up and down, squeeing. “I hope he’s as cool as Suzy’s brother. Brothers are awesome.” She reached down, releasing Sky’s leash. “Can I go play with Sprinkles and Sky outside?”
Wyatt gaped like a fish at her easy acceptance before finding his equilibrium. “Yes, but stay in the fence where we can see you.”
I smiled as he mentioned the fence. It was more than a fence to me. It was a sign of true acceptance. When Wyatt and I had announced my pregnancy to his parents, I feared the worst. Sure, they were nice to me and seemed to like me well enough, but that was a far cry from wanting your son to knock-up the help. There were tears and hugs aplenty much to my relief and week later, his dad was putting up a fence so that I could let Sprinkles out without having to go out into the rain or snow in my condition.
With the huge back window, it also made it possible for Chloe to feel some independence playing outside ‘alone’ as I watched her like a hawk only a few steps from the door. I loved it so, but mostly for what it symbolized. I was family in all senses of the word, but name and that was good enough for me.
“I will. I promise.” She called over her shoulder as she opened the kitchen door onto the deck, two dogs hot on her trail.
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