Baby For My Omega (MPreg Hospital Book 1)

by Dex Bass

  “I see what you’re getting at, Oscar Oliphant.” Adam stretched his arms back to caress Oscar’s thighs behind him. Oscar nuzzled his face in the back of Adam’s neck. Adam felt the warmth of Oscar’s pregnant belly filling the small of his back.

  “Gentlemen!” Zoe announced with a clap. She stood at the front door of the dressing room they’d been occupying. The clap and shout were likely meant to get Adam and Oscar out of however intertwined they might have been at the moment.

  Zoe was visually scarred by the unwanted visual reminders of the high sex drives of pregnant omegas and their alphas. She was always accidentally walking in on Adam and Oscar. Zoe was close with Adam, but no sister wants to see her brother balls-deep in his boyfriend when she thought she’d just deliver them a surprise breakfast in bed. Or to see her brother furiously eating out Oscar’s ass when Zoe thought she’d just check on them in the media room. And so on.

  She’d learned her lesson after a few weeks spent around them, and now knew to knock, always knock, and then preferably cough and loudly announce her presence. Just in case.

  “We’re not fucking. Don’t worry, Sis.” Adam grumbled.

  “If you say so.” Zoe walked in. “I’ve got the cummerbunds.”

  “The what?” Adam squealed with delight. He’d never quite lost his elementary-school sense of humor.

  “Aren’t alphas supposed to be a bit more mature than that?” Oscar asked.

  “Not really,” Zoe said. “Anyway, I though the cummerbunds would be a nice touch.” Then Zoe started giggling herself. “Adam’s passed his cummerbund giggles on to me.”

  “There is absolutely nothing, nothing funny about the word cummerbund,” Adam said, before breaking out in laughter even louder than before.

  “Paging Doctor Adam Albright. Paging Doctor Adam Albright out of junior high and to the adult world?” Oscar looked at Adam directly and smiled.

  “If you’re so mature, why don’t you try saying cummerbund?” Adam asked.

  “Are you challenging me?” Oscar snapped his fingers.

  “Yup.”

  “Ok. Well, there’s absolutely nothing funny about two guys getting married and wearing nice big cummerbunds—” Oscar broke down laughing too.

  “See? It’s everybody. That word is just objectively funny.” Adam shrugged in resignation. “It’s not just totally immature alpha manchildren like me who laugh at that word.”

  “Ok. Guys. Guys. Settle down. Check this out.” Zoe pulled one solid black cummerbund from her shoulder bag.

  “Yeah, and?” Adam asked.

  “And then,” Zoe said while pulling out another cummerbund from her bag, “check this out!” She held it up the rainbow-flag extra-extra-large size cummerbund, to accommodate a pregnant belly, that was emblazoned with the words This omega is expecting.

  “Oooh! That’s cool!” Adam called out. Oscar nodded and smiled.

  “MPreg Hospital gift shop sells them,” Zoe said. She held up a paper shopping bag with the MPreg Hospital logo. “If you’d ever deign to go back to MPreg Hospital, Adam.”

  “Told you,” Adam said to Zoe. “I’m gonna announce my return here at the wedding. A bunch of hospital people are invited.”

  “And I’ll do a remote live video report on the announcement, solo, on my Handycam.” Oscar pointed at the portable video camera lying on the table next to his street clothes. “Probably still wearing that extra-large purple — waist-wraparound thing — I don’t want to say the word.”

  “Say it!” Adam commanded.

  “Ok, probably still wearing that, that cummerbund.” Oscar giggled. He twirled through the dressing room like a ballerina. “Cummerbund, cummerbund, Benedict Cumberbatch’s carmine cummerbund,” he sang out.

  “There you go.” Adam sighed. “Soon you’ll be as mature as Zoe and I are.” Adam nodded gravely at Oscar, then at his sister. Both nodded back at him.

  “Ok, guys. Settle down now.” Zoe assumed her camp-counselor tone again. She was a year older than Adam. She never used her age to pull rank with him, but she did often use her perceived superior emotional maturity. To her, Adam was a brilliant doctor, but emotionally still a kid. “You can have your sexy romper room here for another hour, but the ceremony starts at 3 P.M., so don’t straggle.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Adam had his mockingly obedient voice to use with his older sister. She rolled her eyes at him.

  “And both of you, keep your dicks in your pants, alright? I don’t want any cum-stained cummerbunds.” Zoe shook her head in admonition.

  “At least not until after the ceremony.” Adam held up one finger, as if making an important medical point during hospital rounds.

  “Correct. At least not until after the ceremony.” Zoe sighed, shook her head, and then grinned. “Ok, see you guys downstairs at the ceremony no later than 2:50, alright?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Oscar squeaked.

  “What an obedient little omega!” Zoe teased.

  “Fuck you, bitch.” Oscar growled. Adam laughed in support. Zoe jogged on downstairs to prepare everything that was left to prepare: everything other than the two sassy grooms.

  “It’s been three months, hasn’t it?” Adam smiled at Oscar. Oscar groomed and dressed for the wedding looked pretty much the same as he’d looked on TV. Maybe for TV he hadn’t put quite so much gel in his hair, and for TV he usually just wore a shirt and tie, not a full dress suit.

  “Three months since you became a man of leisure?” Oscar smiled. “I’d say that’s about a correct estimate.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I mean three months that we’ve been together.”

  “Which has made being a man of leisure even more enjoyable, hasn’t it?” Oscar ran his hands down Adam’s sides. Oscar’s hands were just hands, but they felt like magic, softly but firmly gripping Adam and groping at every muscle of Adam’s they met.

  “It’s been a whole new life, these three months.” Adam stepped one step closer to Oscar, then lightly embraced him. “I never cared about anything but work. And then I realized that was only because I never had anyone to care about. That I’d never met you.”

  “Do you really believe in the fated mates stuff? Or do you think that’s just a story?”

  “As a doctor, I’m not supposed to believe in it. But then, the way I feel around you: I’d never felt like that around anybody else. Just your smell. Everything.” Adam inhaled deeply to remind himself of the smell of Oscar’s that he’d just mentioned.

  “I wanted you from the moment I saw you at the hospital.” Oscar’s eyes flew up in reminiscence. His face was wistful, almost nostalgic. They’d met only three months back, but everything was so different back then. Oscar knew it as well as Adam did. “I knew the hospital supposedly didn’t allow unmated alphas. But I knew you were pure alpha sex, and I was pretty sure you weren’t anybody’s.”

  “You were pretty good at teasing,” Adam said, doing his own part in looking wistful and nostalgic. Oscar had almost set Adam’s dick on fire the way he’d teased him that first day they’d met.

  “You started it, the way you told me a real, live alpha might be necessary to make me pregnant, instead of a test tube.”

  “I was only giving you accurate medical advice.” Adam looked down to check the buttons of his shirt. He tried to keep his head tilted down to hide his grin.

  “Your alpha dick sure was tenting your pants pretty well while you were giving me this accurate medical advice.”

  “I tried to stand behind the counter—” Adam grinned.

  “A formica counter can’t hide a circus tent.”

  “Good point. Especially can’t hide it from a seasoned reporter.”

  “Another excellent point, Doctor Albright. I really do think you should resume your medical practice soon.”

  “Yeah. The omegas need me. And it would be nice to be able to take care of my own future child in the hospital instead of trying to do sonograms with my iPad.” Adam had bought that Bluetooth ultrasound setup for a few hundred
bucks on Amazon. It worked well. It wasn’t the million-dollar ultrasound machines at the hospital, but it was surprisingly good. Maybe a little too good.

  “The images from that sonogram thing actually isn’t half bad. My mom and dad love to see emails of how the baby’s doing.”

  “Actually the images are a little too good,” Adam said. “I worry that I’ll be able to tell whether we’re having a boy or girl. That’s why I’ve stopped using it for a couple of weeks.”

  “Oh! I didn’t know that was why. Figured you were just busy getting ready for the wedding.”

  “Well, Zoe is doing all the real work for the wedding. I can’t say I’ve been doing much.”

  “Speaking of which.” Oscar pointed at the time on his phone. 2:46. “Zoe’s gonna have kittens if we don’t get down there fast.”

  “Yeah. My sister wouldn’t even be the only kitten breeder down there if we don’t show up soon. I guess everybody’s expecting us.”

  “You know what that means—” Oscar announced theatrically.

  “Cummerbunds!” Adam said, maybe loudly enough to be heard by the gathered wedding party downstairs. He grabbed his own black cummerbund and fastened it around his slim waist. “I haven’t gotten a belly since settling down with you.”

  “But I have,” Oscar said with a laugh.

  Adam smiled and gently wrapped the This omega is expecting! cummerbund around Oscar’s swollen pregnant belly. He put his arm around Oscar and led him to stand in front of the mirror together with Adam. “How do we look?” Adam asked, even if he already knew the answer.

  “We look amazing. And in love.” Oscar stood on his toes to kiss Adam’s forehead. He took out his phone and snapped one last pre-marriage photo with his beloved alpha mate. Adam took Oscar by the arm and led him slowly down the stairs to the wedding ceremony’s backstage staging area. Oscar was careful in walking down the stairs with his extra weight, his weak legs, and his precious baby cargo. He still found an opportunity to gently cup Oscar’s firm, muscled ass cheek as the happy grooms descended the wooden staircase. It ended behind the curtain downstairs. Adam’s and Oscar’s parents, the Albrights and the Oliphants, had already huddled at the base of those stairs, waiting for their grooms to descend.

  “It took you guys long enough!” Oscar’s mother announced to Oscar and Adam, slightly shaking her head. “At least Adam is considerate enough to hold his pregnant husband’s hand when walking down the stairs. I wish someone did that for me when I was pregnant, hmm?” She looked over to her husband, who stood few steps away, busy critiquing the red wine together with his Albright counterpart, Adam’s father. He only waved away her aspersions.

  “We’ll have a party of six going down the aisle,” Adam’s mother said. “Since both our grooms generously wanted both of their parents to escort them down the aisle.”

  “Gonna feel like an entire fucking football team entering the field,” Adam’s father muttered. “What happened to just the father escorting his precious son down the aisle?”

  “Can we all stop fighting and check out the—” Zoe began to say and smiled at Adam and Oscar. They gave her playful head-shakes. Adam knew what word was coming up next. “Ok, I’ll say it. Check out the cummerbund!” She lifted Oscar’s jacket and showed off the expectant-father cummerbund supporting his pregnant belly.

  “Ohh my goodness!” Oscar’s father said, almost squealing with excitement. “Middle-aged plumbers from Springville aren’t supposed to like cute things, but ohh my goodness! That’s adorable!”

  “Oscar Oliphant here reporting from the Oliphant-Albright wedding,” Oscar said deadpan to an imaginary TV camera. “This story just developing: my father used the word adorable.” Oscar’s father managed to spit red wine onto the carpet in laughing response.

  “Ok, jokesters. Get serious.” Zoe walked through the mini-crowd of her relatives like a drill sergeant. “Almost time to walk down the aisle.” She tapped the face of her purple G-Shock. She’d be the only one not in the group actually walking in the procession down the aisle. She was busy project-managing the entire wedding anyway.

  True to form as a drill sergeant, Zoe arranged Oscar and his parents, then Adam and his parents, to prepare the entire group to walk down the aisle.

  “Hey, why does Oscar get to go first in the procession?” Adam objected. He played up his childish tone of voice, knowing that Zoe always considered him her brat brother.

  “Because otherwise everybody would accuse me of nepotism,” Zoe sighed. “And so you can check out his ass.”

  “Good enough for me! Let’s go!” Adam said gleefully. As much as he’d been seeing a lot of Oscar’s nude ass at home, he’d never exactly had a chance to admire Oscar’s ass in dress slacks as he was walking.

  The processional song started: Louis Armstrong, “What A Wonderful World.” Oscar looked back at Adam and nodded. Adam took the chance to remind Oscar about where he’ll keep his eyes during the procession: “Remember: I’ll be looking at your ass the whole time.” Adam’s mother elbowed her son and he called out in feigned pain.

  At the altar, Oscar and Adam stood side by side, with their respective families to each side. In the audience were other people important to Oscar’s and Adam’s lives.

  The CEO and chief of staff of Mpreg Hospital sat in one group in the corner, along with a few of Adam’s former fellow physicians, and even Ollie, the same Ollie who’d worked with Adam for years and then invited him for a swim that evening. The hospital contingent’s eyes seldom left their mobile electronics. Adam knew firsthand that they were saving lives, not playing Angry Birds, so he didn’t mind their attention to their phones.

  In another corner were the News Nine reporters, Oscar’s coworkers. They looked exactly the same as on camera. Presumably they were using the same hair gel and makeup for the wedding ceremony as they’d used on TV. Adam only thought it was a bit incongruous actually seeing those reporters from the sides and back; normally he’d only seen them head-on when they were delivering their news reports on TV.

  “Friends and family,” Senator Orlando Osborne announced to the crowd. Oscar had interned with Senator Osborne back in college. He was a Springville native, and the first openly omega and openly pregnant man to serve in US Congress. He was a pioneering advocate of LGBT-ABO rights, and of protecting the rights of omega parents. He’d kept up with Oscar’s TV journalism career, and was happy to officiate Oscar and Adam’s wedding. “We are here to see Adam Albright and Oscar Oliphant come together in marriage.” Senator Osborne looked at Adam and Oscar proudly.

  “As we know, Adam Albright is a star physician, a pioneer in male pregnancy medicine. Oscar Oliphant is a television journalist, the man who brings Springville its news every evening. But more than that, Adam and Oscar are two of the finest human beings I have ever met. And even more than that, they are clearly meant for each other.” Senator Osborne paused to let the words sink in, then nodded and continued.

  “They have been a couple for only a short three months, but it is obvious to them, to me, and most likely to all of us here that Adam is the man for Oscar and Oscar is the man for Adam. Whether or not you believe in fated mates — something I personally believe in, but that’s a personal matter — it is absolutely clear to me that these two are the ideal, eternal couple in love.” Adam enjoyed the oohs and ahhs and smiles from his family and even from his Mpreg Hospital coworkers, who were getting their first glance at Adam’s personal life.

  “Marriage is not a commitment to be taken lightly, and I am confident that Adam Albright and Oscar Oliphant have given it the full weighty consideration necessary. As they say in the TV news world, now back to you, Oscar.”

  “Adam Albright,” Oscar began. He stared into Adam’s eyes. Adam saw the beginnings of a tear in Oscar’s eyes. “I vow to always love and cherish you, to be your biggest fan and your fiercest critic, to be your partner in parenthood, and to love you until the zombie apocalypse.” Adam grinned. That last part had been Zoe’s ideas.

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bsp; “Oscar Oliphant,” Adam said in response. “I vow to always love and cherish you, to use the best of my medical knowledge for your tummyaches and stubbed toes and pregnancy sickness, to be your partner in raising our child, and to love you until the zombie apocalypse.”

  “And so with those words,” Senator Osborne said, “by the power vested in me by the City and County of Springville, I pronounce you married. You may now kiss—” By the time Senator Osborne said it, Adam had already leaned in to Oscar for a deep kiss. He cherished Oscar’s wet, hungry kiss in return. Adam also particularly cherished seeing his hospital coworkers, especially Dylan and other doubters of his, seeing him for what he was: a full, unapologetic alpha.

  “Well, I guess you already are kissing.” Senator Osborne waited for chuckles from the audience as he watched Adam and Oscar happily tongue-kissing as a newly married couple. “Something tells me it’s not the first time you’ve kissed either.” More chuckles from the audience.

  “One more thing we’ve got to cover.” Senator Osborne looked out over the crowd, especially looking at the group of Adam’s former coworkers from MPreg Hospital. “Maybe a little bit unusual, but maybe this is supposed to be a slightly unusual wedding. Dylan Dunsford, from MPreg Hospital, are you here in the audience today?” Dylan, visibly shocked, waved to Senator Osborne. “Dylan Dunsford, we’ve got something of a proposal for you. Now, I know you’re a married heterosexual man, so it’s not that kind of proposal, don’t worry.” Some guffaws came from the audience, and a nod from Dylan.

  “First of all, Mister Dunsford, and everyone in the audience, you may have noticed that in this wedding ceremony we didn’t have an exchange of rings or gifts. There is also no honeymoon. That is because the newlywed couple has decided to donate the value of wedding rings, gifts, and honeymoon to Mpreg Hospital’s fund for the care of indigent patients.” Applause came from Adam’s former coworkers, and from the rest of the audience. Donating that money to MPreg Hospital had been Oscar’s idea, but he’d wanted Adam to take credit for it.

  “Adam and Oscar are keenly aware of the problems MPreg Hospital has been facing recently. Keenly aware.” Senator Osborne nodded at Adam. “And in that vein, Dylan Dunsford, Doctor Adam Albright would like to make a proposal to you.” The MPreg Hospital contingent grinned. The News Nine contingent all had their phones out, making video.