Christmas with His Omega

by Lorelei M. Hart

  Oh God. Was I supposed to watch?

  At least for today, I apparently only had to watch Pierce and his grandmother chat with the doctor and nurse like they’d been through this a hundred times, tossing around terminology like Bracky Hickies—I was pretty sure I had that one wrong but didn’t want to interrupt—and preeclampsia. It all sounded technical and a bit frightening, but nobody else looked worried.

  From the smiles and jokes about holiday babies, I gathered everything was just fine and dandy. And coming very soon.

  Next time, I wanted to be in on things from the start. I’d read every pamphlet and website and be a knowledgeable dad. Next time? I’d be lucky to survive this one.

  For now, the competent, professional Dr. Shaw assured us everything was as it should be, but when we started toward the waiting room, Pierce hung back and waved me back as well, letting his grams head out without us.

  The doctor looked up from her tablet where she was making notes and frowned. “Yes? Did you have any more questions, Pierce? Any symptoms you forgot to mention?”

  He clasped my hand and shook his head. “Dr. Shaw,” he said, “is it okay if we have sex between now and the birth?”

  Heat flooded my face. “No,” I protested. She was going to think I was a pervert wanting to bed an expectant dad two weeks before his baby appeared. “We can wait.” Hell, we’d waited years and years. But, deep inside, part of me began a cheer. No matter what the doctor said, Pierce wanted to have sex with me!

  The doctor’s solemn, clinical expression was spoiled by the quirk at the corner of her lips and the sparkle in her eye. “You can fool around. Just be aware of how you’re feeling and don’t get too acrobatic. That’s the baby’s job, acrobatics.” The cheering guy inside me whipped out pom-poms and began a high-kicking routine. We can do it, we can do it. We can. We can! Not to forget the most important part. And he wants me.

  Fifteen minutes later, we’d dropped a gleeful Grandma at the senior center, ready to report all the details—that she knew about—to her bingo buddies, and headed for the single parent location. Maria had arranged for a couple of guys to give us a hand unloading our gift and setting up the part we could indoors. The rest would be stored until spring.

  It didn’t take us long to erect the swing/slide segment, and Pierce was delighted to meet Harry and Quinn, who had both given birth twice and were full of helpful advice about labor and delivery and invited us to their Christmas party where the kids would get to see their present for the first time. I couldn’t wait to see their faces.

  The whole time, the internal cheerleader was repeating the doctor’s words in an enthusiastic shout. You can fool around! Darn right we could.

  By the time we left, my cock was throbbing so hard, I could feel the vibration in my back teeth. But I’d made arrangements for one more surprise for my omega, and the guys at the lumberyard/seasonal Christmas tree lot were waiting.

  “Umm, Rhone?” Pierce glanced out the window. “This isn’t the way home. I thought after the doctor gave us the green light...that is...I.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry to be so pushy. I figured you’d want to have sex, but I am not exactly at my peak of attractiveness right now.” He dropped his head in his hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

  Swerving into a parking space in the lumberyard lot, I glanced around before grabbing him and dragging him toward me, clicking open the seat belt as I did so. I cupped his jaw and slammed my lips into his, unable to wait any longer or be as delicate and careful as I had been so far. I pried his lips open and groaned into his mouth. Breaking away after a long, satisfying lip-lock, I tried to catch my breath.

  “You think I don’t want you?” I took his hand and brought it to my lap. “That’s been hard for two weeks, and I think you know that.”

  “I thought you’d want to get right home if you…” He winced. “Ouch.”

  Alarm suffused me. “What? What hurts?” Dang it, I’d been too rough. “I am so sorry.” Then another thought occurred. “Are you in labor? We should go to the hospital.” I grabbed for the gearshift, but he laughed and turned off the key.

  “I am having a Braxton Hicks, that’s all.”

  OMG, what was that? “You talked about that at the doctor’s, right?”

  “Yeah, it’s normal. It’s a contraction, but not one that means the baby is in imminent arrival mode.”

  Relief. “So how will you know the difference?”

  He shrugged. “It’s my first baby. But everyone says I’ll know. Probably.”

  How comforting. “Okay, as long as you’re all right.” I unhooked my seat belt.

  “So, why are we here?” From where we were parked, you couldn’t see the Christmas tree lot, so he probably assumed it was a work thing. “You need lumber for something?”

  But now that things were okay again, I was anxious to do what we were here for and move on to other activities. I also felt more like my usual cool, confident self. Having an omega, doing special things for him, helped me find that part of me again. “We’re here for...well, just stay where you are, and I’ll come help you out.”

  “Rhone,” he protested. “I’m not made of glass.”

  I fixed him with a stern stare. “No, but this lot is icy and, if you fall on your ass, I’ll have to spank it for you.”

  “Are you serious,” he breathed, his eyes a little glazed. Well...hmmm.

  “You are a bit kinky, aren’t you? I think we’d better be careful for the next couple weeks, but I’ll make a note of that for later.” I’d always thought spanking could be fun, with the right omega.

  “Don’t tease, Rhone.”

  “Just stay. Okay?”

  He nodded. “I will, for a kiss.”

  I was only too happy to accommodate his request, which meant by the time we were strolling arm in arm through the tree lot toward the magnificent, ceiling-sweeping specimen the guys had set aside for us, the pine-scented air was cooling with the onset of late afternoon, and we had to make one more stop at the diner to feed the omega and the baby before we arrived home.

  “Leave the tree in the back of the truck,” I growled then climbed out and went around to his side. The chilling day had made our driveway icy, and at least he had the sense not to try to prove a point. But we weren’t inside for more than five seconds before I scooped him up and strode toward the bedroom. Our bedroom. And, tonight, I wasn’t sleeping dressed on top of the covers.

  He’d made his desires clear, and I knew what mine were. Setting him down on the edge of the bed, I stole another kiss while alternately working on getting his clothes off, and my own. They flew everywhere, but I didn’t care. The minute I had his dick out and his pants around his ankles, I dropped to my knees and grabbed the long, satin-steel length of him. My brain fizzed with lust, and his fingers dug into my scalp, driving me even higher. The first lick brought it all back. Nobody tasted like Pierce. I’d never forgotten, and never would have, even if he’d never come back. I’d never dreamed he’d feel the way I did. He’s back. He’s mine...and…and he’s mine. Taking long licks, I kept my eyes focused past his rounded belly, on his face, on the pleasure there, the flush in his cheeks and the moving lips uttering impossible little groans and moans and barely audible sounds.

  So hot.

  I opened my mouth and drew him balls deep in one stroke, nearly but not quite gagging at his length. He tightened his grip on my hair as I stroked up and down, sucking and releasing, lapping, closing my fingers around his balls, pulling and tugging.

  With a cry, he fell onto his back and shot his hot sweetness into my mouth. I drank it down to the last drop then wiped my lips and rose, my cock jutting straight out.

  Chapter Six

  Pierce

  “I just need to close my eyes for a second and then I’ll take care of you,” I promised as my eyes fluttered shut. Blowing my load always made me sleepy, but coming that hard, this pregnant, whipped me out.

  The last thing I heard as I drifted off was Rhone whisp
ering that I should sleep and feeling his arms scooping me up and depositing me gently on the bed.

  The next thing I knew, I was being woken up by little gymnast.

  “How long did I sleep?” My hand went to my belly, loving the feel of baby pushing against my hand, the feel of Rhone’s warmth caressing my back, his hand settled on my hip.

  “Are you still tired?”

  I stretched, rolling toward Rhone so I could get a good view of the man who had once again stolen my heart. Not that he’d ever given it back.

  “No.” In fact, I was feeling more refreshed than I had in as long as I could remember. Maybe getting head was the key to blissful sleep? It was a hypothesis I was willing to test.

  “Then you slept just the right amount.” He tapped my nose affectionately, his eyes sparkling with what I hoped was happiness. “Hungry? I can order us Chinese or pizza.”

  As if to answer for me, my little bundle kicked so hard, Rhone felt it.

  “She’s been doing that for a half an hour,” he mused, his voice filled with affection.

  “She?”

  “I think you’re having a beautiful baby girl.” He was watching my belly, his hand migrating there as well.

  “I think so, too,” I admitted. I didn’t want to get my hopes up or anything, but if the old wives’ tale about nausea being a girl thing was true—let’s say it was a girl for certain sure.

  “Do you have a name picked out?” His eyes never left my little acrobat’s show, my belly looking like a scene out of a sci-fi film.

  “Not even close. I figure I will know it when I meet her or him.”

  It had been more than that. I’d been afraid that if I named her, I’d lose her. The lawyer swore to me that once the paperwork was signed, it was a done deal, and even if they got back together and wanted to have the baby that was biologically theirs, they had not a shot in this universe. It didn’t stop me from worrying. Shit, I still wore my grandfather’s coat even after Rhone tried to strong-arm me into letting him buy me one, and Maria offered me one from the single parent center.

  “Or both?” He patted my belly, once again teasing me for my ginormous size. To be fair, he wasn’t the first one to assume or joke about twins. I carried all up front, making her seem much bigger than the ultrasound suggested.

  “That I know for sure is not going to happen. I’ve seen the pictures.”

  “I haven’t.” He shrugged, and instantly I knew that he needed to. I wished they had allowed me to have copies like they had for the bio family, but I had managed to get hold of one, and Rhone needed to see it. I didn’t know why, but I knew it.

  “Hold on. I only have one, but it’s in my wallet.” It was a crinkly mess from all the times I took it out to look at it, too. “Speaking of. Where are my pants?”

  “Floor. End of the bed where I left them.”

  “We are so classy.” I climbed out of bed, found my pants, and pulled out the wallet, my mind immediately going back to how they got there.

  Rhone taking me in his mouth, reliving our first time, my first time. I imagined what he looked like taking me into his mouth; my belly had been obstructing my view at the time. Next time, I was so going to spend the entire time just watching his lips swelling as he worked my cock. If there was a next time. Please let there be a next time.

  “You’re the one who put all the sex in my brain.” He was right, I had. But, to be fair, it had been well over a year since I’d been touched by anyone in any way close to sexual, and it was Rhone. My Rhone. No one could blame me for being a walking hard-on when my the one came back into my life. I only hoped I was his.

  “I’m pretty sure it was already there,” I teased, looking at his very bulging erection showing from beneath the blanket. I was so going to take care of that for him.

  “From the time I saw you in the diner.”

  That was not what I had expected to hear, and I tried not to read too much into it. Although, that kiss and following me out, maybe it was just as I imagined it to be. A man could dream.

  “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to jump you before I get to show you the picture.” Even if he didn’t, the odds were good.

  “You know I want to see it.” He groaned as he pressed his hand into his cock, probably more to relieve some of the pressure than anything else. There was something powerful about seeing how I did that to him. Me. Big, no ginormous prego omega turned on the sexiest alpha in town to the point of making him that painfully hard.

  “More than taking care of your—big problem?” I teased as I pulled out the image.

  “Yeah. More than.” He took the picture from my hand, staring at it a solid minute as he turned it over and over again, trying to make heads or tails of it.

  He wasn’t going to succeed. She was still in a yolk sack when they took it, and I only knew what was what because the tech told me—well told them as she did the ultrasound. They’d stood behind a curtain where they could see the screen but I couldn’t see them. If I had, I’d have a better idea of what the little baby in me might look like, but I think they might have been some sort of minor celebrities or something. Very careful of their privacy.

  “Huh. Go figure,” he finally said, giving me the okay to explain away.

  “This was the first US.”

  “Where is she?”

  “See that blob? That’s her. I wish I had more, but the tech wasn’t supposed to give me any, not wanting me to get to attached and all. She accidentally doubled-printed this one, and I stole it from the wastebasket when I was getting dressed.” In hindsight, the tech had planted it for me to do just that. She’d been the nicest of all the doctors and nurses I’d seen at the time, the most understanding of the situation.

  “You rebel, you.” He smiled before staring at the picture again, his finger tracing where her little body was. “Was that hard? It had to be.”

  “Like you wouldn’t imagine. Like my body was saying she was mine even though I knew she wasn’t.” That was the thing they never explained in all the counseling I went to during the screening process and probably the one thing they should have focused on. Of course, that would have led many omegas to deciding not to move forward, but what can you do?

  “Except she is.”

  “Now, she is, but I had no idea that could even be possible then.” Which was for the best at the time. If I had, my emotional well-being would have been compromised to an extent I dared not even think too hard on. As it was, everything worked out for the best, but it was far from an easy road.

  “You’re going to be such an amazing dad.” He squeezed my hip after giving me back the picture, which I immediately put back in its special place.

  “I want to be, but not having my shit together before she comes sucks.”

  “Shit together. Ha. Do you think anyone has their shit together when they become a parent?” He sounded like both Maria and Grams and, for the first time, I entertained the idea he might be right.

  “Most have a home and a job.” Although, technically, I wasn’t homeless, Grams would never allow that. Even if I hadn’t stayed with her for the past couple of weeks.

  “You have a home and family who loves you.” He pushed himself up to a seated position.

  “That I do, but Grams shouldn’t be spending her twilight years helping me raise a child.” Or supporting my sorry ass.

  “I was kind of hoping I was going to do that part.” The sincerity flowing from him took me aback. Had he just said what I thought he had? Or was my wishful thinking once again taking over?

  “Explain.”

  “I love you. Having you come back into my life was like a dream come true, only better than any dream I could imagine. I want you to be mine, both of you.”

  Holy shit. I pinched myself wondering if I was still asleep, my hormonal release filling me with dreams that could never be. It hurt. So no, not dreaming. My alpha, the one who stole my heart all those years ago, loved me and wanted me, baggage and all.

  “I want
that, too, but I’m scared. Scared that when the baby comes and she looks not at all like you and steals all your sleep, the fantasy of this entire thing will be seen as just that, a fantasy.” Babies change everything. I might still be in the dark as to what that would mean for me and Grams and Rhone, but I knew it to be true.

  “I don’t want the fantasy. I want you, stubborn, sexy, determined you, wrapped in an ancient coat and waddling your way into my heart.”

  Tears. I was leaking tears of happiness at his words. Darn hormones. I needed to be all rational now, and yet, I was wanting to throw myself at him, cover him with kisses and shout yes loud enough for the entire town to hear. I needed to get a grip because I knew in my gut the next few minutes and what we decided there were going to be life changing.

  “I don’t—fuck it—I totally do waddle. I choose to think of it as a sexy waddle.” Because his calling me sexy was the freaking important part.

  “Sexy is an understatement.” His voice deepened at “understatement,” and I was ready to say talk later, do me now, but restrained myself. “If you want to wait until after the baby comes, I get that. I do. I don’t want to pressure you, but know this, when you are ready to decide, I will be here.”

  “Grams says I already live here.” And that he was my mate and to quit denying it, but I left that part out as well. I’d already hauled over most of the stuff I’d brought to town with me, as well.

  “To poke fun at you?”

  “To get me to admit that I’m yours,” I admitted because if he could put it all out there, I could at least try to do the same.

  “Are you? Mine?”

  “I want to be.” And in my heart, it was a done deal. Had been since that night all those years ago.

  “Then you are. Just as I am yours.” He pulled me into a hug, my tears flowing, my heart full, my belly stretching as she kicked the daylights out of him.

  “I think she feels left out.” I laughed, moving back slightly to give him some reprieve.

  “Don’t worry, sweet baby girl, you are ours.” He leaned down, cupping my belly with his hands, speaking directly to where her little kicks were the most pronounced. “We can’t wait to meet you.”