A Baby To Heal All Wounds: M/M Alpha/Omega Mpreg Romance (Cafe Gun Book 1)

by Penny Bloom

  Barron opened my legs and bent down to lower his cock at my entrance.

  "Push against me, mate. I do not want to hurt you. Tell me to stop anytime."

  He kissed my forehead and lowered himself in. At first it was a tight fit, but once he popped in with the help of my self lubricating ass, it was heaven.

  He sunk all the way down to my sweet spot and I lost myself.

  Barron rocked my body with his and taught me what pleasure was.

  He held me so gently as he pumped himself inside me, taking me, making me his.

  No wonder this guy was well known. There was no telling how many Omegas he helped to rock their world.

  A man like this was naturally going to have an appetite.

  So be it.

  cause I was hungry too.

  "Are you doing okay?" he asked while impaling my sweet spot.

  "Unh! Yeth!" I sputtered out, barely able to speak.

  All I could do was grab the bed sheets, flail one leg around and moan like a bitch in heat.

  In a few minutes I was almost at the edge of coming. Barron was too, I could tell from the faster thrusting and the hissing and growling sounds he made.

  This. Was. Almost. Over.

  Yet I didn't want it to stop.

  A white light over took me and I arched my back. The pressure from his seed releasing inside me made me shiver and tremble from satisfaction.

  Two words. Birth control.

  Plan B, here I come.

  ***

  "Mmph?" I woke up and looked around. My ankle was now free and a plate of fresh fruit was by my side. Barron had me up against his chest. I watched it rise and fall as he slept soundly.

  One part of me begged to stay.

  The other was hurt and wanted to leave.

  *You have a sister. You have to put her in front of yourself.*

  And that was what I decided to do.

  I slipped out of Barron's arms with a heavy heart and slipped on my clothes that I found on a table. Off to the side was the black box, and a signed receipt. Good.

  I took it and tip toed out of the door.

  I got the three thousand that my boss had promised me.

  As soon as I did, I sent two thousand dollars over to my sister, Daisy.

  She cried with joy when she got the extra. It'd do her some good so she could buy baby stuff. Like a crib, clothes, formula, all that kind of stuff.

  Three weeks passed, and I started having nausea episodes at work and at home. It got so bad that I ended up puking every morning in the toilet.

  A part of me fantasized what Barron would've done had he seen me this sick. Feed me more fruit? Whisk me to a top doctor?

  I took an extra week off without pay, knowing the damage that'd do to my frail savings. I had a doctor's appointment ready and got dressed to go there.

  I caught a glimpse of my face in one of the mirrors in my living room.

  My face was more pale, eyes were lighter in color and my lips had more of a redder hue than usual.

  Almost like lipstick. And my chest was hurting.

  I packed what I needed into my wallet and got up to go my front door.

  The room spun, and I stumbled to the door. I rested on the knob for a moment and opened the door once I thought it was okay to move again.

  I got to my car when I made the decision to call a taxi.

  there was no way I could drive in this state and put a lot of other people and myself in danger.

  That wasn't fair.

  My surroundings spun once again, and I took out my phone.

  Now the only question was this; call 9-1-1 or call a taxi?

  I couldn’t chose because I blacked out before I could.

  ***

  When I woke up, bright white lights stung my eyes. I had a momentary second of confusion to where I was.

  *Let's see... Oh, that's right, I blacked out.*

  I rubbed my head while closing my eyes again. The lights were way too bright. The sound of metal rings scraping to the side made me force myself up.

  Looking around me, I could see I was in the hospital, and the person coming into my room was a doctor.

  "Hello there, I'm glad you're awake," he said, sitting down on a stool next to my bed. "How're you feeling?" he asked.

  "Dizzy, sick, and very hungry?" I said, holding my stomach.

  "Well, that's normal--"

  "Normal?!" I said, interrupting him.

  "Yes, why you're two weeks pregnant. Did you know?"

  The news hit me like a sack of fresh cement. Pregnant?

  Oh god, this was Barron's kid, wasn't it?

  Of course it was. He was the only one I had ever slept with.

  Great.

  I looked down at my stomach.

  "No, I didn't know... two weeks? Are they okay?" I asked in a panic, realizing that my baby could've been hurt from the impact of me falling out.

  "Yes, we did an ultrasound and blood work. Everything's looking normal for where you are."

  "Do you know the gender?"

  "Did you mean genders?"

  "Are you saying I have more than one baby?!" My hands flew up to my cheeks.

  "Yes, three exactly. We can't tell the genders until they are a month in. Your gestation should last about another three months," the doctor explained.

  "Really?! Three?! Oh my god. I... what am I going to..." my sentence trailed off, and I moved my hand through my hair.

  "Doctor, am I free to go?"

  "Sure, but I advise you to drink a lot of grape juice and eat a ton of mangos. It's good for pregnant Omegas to keep a lot of fruits in their system."

  I swung my feet off of the bed and hopped off.

  "Oh, let me take that off for you," the doctor said, taking the saline drip out of me.

  I felt better, maybe it was that salt water dripping into me.

  I hobbled out of the hospital, carrying my slightly bulging belly.

  To think I was putting on weight. I was pregnant this whole time.

  Chapter Three

  Aiden

  The rest of the week flew by and the time to begin work again was knocking at my door.

  Too bad I couldn't answer.

  My phone rung for like the tenth time this morning when I finally mustered the energy to drag myself out of bed to answer it.

  My belly was rounder and my mood trickled into different directions at the same time. Talk about hormones going out of control.

  "Hello?" I didn't sound too patient either.

  "Aiden? That you? You don't sound too happy. Why aren't you at work?"

  "I'm pregnant," I blurted out, tired of skipping around the damn bush.

  "Pregnant?! By all means, I thought you were a virgin."

  "I didn't tell you that. Was it that obvious?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

  "Sort of. Say, since you're pregnant, I can put you on paternity leave. The company will only pay half the wages though. I wish I could control that."

  "I know. Don't worry."

  Truth was, my savings was dying out, and after paying this month's rent, it grew smaller by the second.

  "Alright then. Have some healthy babies. Who's the Alpha, if you don't mind me asking."

  "... Um.."

  "Don't be shy," he poked, fishing for something juicy to gossip about.

  "Barron."

  "Holy fuck! Barron?! Barron Slash?! Aiden! That man's been terrorizing our company to get to you!" he shouted. "No wonder! You're carrying his kid!"

  I sat up on my couch. "Wait, terrorizing?"

  "Yeah, the man's been here demanding your name and address. It's company policy that we don't share that info. But since he's a hero and all, I almost felt compelled to give it to him. However, since I didn't know if he meant you harm or not, I kept your info hidden away."

  "He's been looking for me? Oh god. What do I do? Was he angry?"

  "Mmm, more like worried. I do think you should talk to him. Oh, I have to go, got a department emergency. Get some
rest, kid. I wanna see pictures of the pups when they're born."

  "No problem, boss!"

  We hung up, and I sunk back down into my couch.

  This was going to get messier than I anticipated.

  I sat on my couch feeling lost.

  I had this huge scary Alpha looking for me, and I had these adorable pups growing inside me.

  What was I gonna do?

  The doctor said that gestation would be about three months for me, but there's no way I can live on half a salary without the delivery bonuses I'd get all the time.

  I was going to be as broke as my pregnant sister Daisy. What horrible example I led.

  Here I was, pregnant, nearing broke, and scared. What did Barron want with me anyways? It couldn't be about the kids, right? Based on what I heard, the Alpha would run from the Omega, not to them.

  Unless he wanted me to abort them?

  *But then he did say he wanted babies. Though that was said during a heated moment. Maybe a drop of that was true?*

  I pulled out my laptop from underneath the coffee table and pulled up my browser. In it, I entered in Barron's full name to see if he had a social media profile.

  There it was.

  He was desperately looking for me. His 'mate'.

  He didn't have a name, only a description and plea for help. I saw many comments make snide remarks and many that gave support.

  He even offered a reward of three hundred thousand dollars for my information.

  It made me shiver. Why was he doing this? Could it be true that he really wanted to find me to take care of me and—well—he didn't know I was pregnant. Not yet.

  I wanted to keep them. No matter what. If his purpose was to find me only to make me get an abortion or give them away, he had another thing coming for him.

  My phone rung again and it was my father.

  Oh no. He was into the whole social media scene more than I was.

  *Brace yourself.*

  "Hey, daddy!" I chimed into the phone. Maybe he wasn't calling about Barron.

  "Aiden Blair! You have that Slash Alpha looking all over the place for you!" Damn it, he was. "Is that your mate? Did you two bond? What happened? Why are you running away? Are you safe?"

  The questions came at me like rapid fire. My father, who was an Omega decided to have kids without an Alpha and went to a sperm bank, wasn't the kind to leave any loose strings.

  He wanted answers. No, he wanted the whole truth, and he was going to yank it right up out of me.

  "Well..."

  "Speak, son! This Alpha is going to find you one way or another. And if he's your mate, what're you waiting for?"

  "Father? I'm pregnant."

  Silence. Oh no, he was angry. Then I heard him whoop and holler in the background about being a grand-daddy.

  "How many!? Will they be shifters? Answer my questions, all of them, right now!" he demanded.

  I sighed and rubbed the sweat off my head. I began to crave some weird combinations of food again. While I had the phone up against my ear, I went into the kitchen to devour some pickles and chocolate syrup.

  Gross. Tasty and gross. Well, gross sounding.

  "Well," I said, crunching on a pickle, "three pups, and I don't know the genders. The whole um... bonding thing happened a few weeks ago. I was delivering a package to him."

  "How did he treat you?"

  "Good. He saved me from some wild bears--"

  That was when I remembered how he saved me. Saved my life.

  I had to mull that over in my head for a second.

  Now there was banging at my door. God, would something give me a break with all this moving around?

  I went to the peep hole and saw Barron.

  "Aiden?!"

  I backed up into the couch, holding my belly full of pups. Barron found me.

  Hell, that was quick. But what did he truly want with me?

  "Aiden, open this door. I smell you in there..." he said, sniffing the door loudly.

  "Um... I'm busy. Come back another day!" I said, inching back up to the door.

  First, I had to deal with my boss, then my father, then this? Someone buckled in for that three hundred thousand dollars. When I find them, I had some nasty words for them, and maybe a slap or two.

  Barron's presence was stuck on the door, stubborn, unwilling to move.

  "Aiden? That's your name, right? You left me after we mated, I was worried about you. Why won't you open the door? I mean you no harm." The door did a slight thump from him resting his head on my door. "I'm not moving until I see you and know you're okay..."

  His words warmed my heart, but with all that was happening in the world between Alphas and Omegas, I didn't know what to trust. My heart or my common sense? Or was that fear?

  "Barron," I began, rubbing the door, "haven't you seen the news and the world around you lately?" I asked, bending down to sit by the door. My belly was kinda heavy and giving me some trouble, but I managed to sit down and lean on the wall.

  "What about it?" I could hear him slide down to sit too.

  "Alphas and Omegas aren't pleased with each other anymore. Monogamy has left our society. I don't want to go through that."

  Barron stayed quiet for a few minutes, letting out a loud blow through the nose.

  "You're my mate. You have my heart. I only have one heart, so that should tell you something."

  "But... what if I wasn't the same as when you last saw me? What if I were ugly? Or disabled?"

  Barron grunted. "I don't care. I need you. This is beyond sex, if that's what concerns you, Aiden." My name bounced off his tongue with such ease and care it made me shudder.

  Here was this big bad Alpha, at my door, begging to see me again, and I had no idea what to do.

  It'd be easier if we could both mutually walk away from this.

  But then, something kicked at my stomach and I jumped.

  "Hm? Are you okay, Aiden?" Barron asked, sensing my surprise.

  I rubbed my stomach that was thumping with life. I remember reading that Omegas can experience kicking and thumping around early into their pregnancies.

  "I'm fine," I mumbled. "They just kicked—uh!" Damn it!

  "Kicked? They kicked? What're you...Aiden, are you pregnant? Is that why you're afraid to see me?"

  Barron shifted his weight, and I heard him get on his feet.

  "Aiden, please, let me see you! Are you carrying my pups? Is that why you asked me if—damn it Aiden, open this door!"

  My knob started to jiggle, and I caught it, but I was no match for Barron's strength.

  "Aiden, let go, I'm going to open this door," he grumbled.

  "No, you can't! I'm fine. I don't want anything from you! I won't ruin your reputation or anything, I swear!" I cried out, gripping the knob with my life.

  "What? Aiden, you have the wrong idea. I love you, I want to be here and take care of you and our kids."

  With one more twist of the knob, I dropped off the handle and stepped back as the door crept open. Barron popped his head inside and approached me.

  "Well, there you are. I've wanted to hold you for a while now. You look beautiful," he whispered. He outstretched his hands towards me and my heart pulled me towards him.

  I ran into his chest and cried. These hormones were a bitch.

  But Barron was here for me and he showed that he wasn't going anywhere.

  If he truly wanted to leave me, he would've done it the moment I hinted at being pregnant. Instead he asserted his dominance over me as my Alpha and showed me his real intentions.

  And those intentions were what wrapped around me and kissed me all over the face.

  I was his now. He earned it.

  I was Aiden Slash, the Omega of Alpha Slash.

  "I'm hungry," I said through a bout of sniffling.

  "Good, I've got a lot of food back at the manor." Barron looked around my small modest apartment.

  "This is where you've been living? It's small. There's no luxuries for my mate her
e. I can't allow that any longer. You'll be living with me from now on. My manor has been painfully empty and lonely without you."

  "You better be good to me," I mumbled into his chest.

  "Yes, my dear mate. Of course."

  He scooped me up into his arms and marched me down to his limo that was waiting outside.

  This was the beginning of a very interesting life. I could even help take care of Daisy some more.

  Barron and I shared in a deep kiss before the limo started off for his home.

  Mmm, and if he kept kissing like this, we'd be sharing a little more than just lips.

  ***

  Three months later...

  "Fuck!" I hollered, feeling the pain of the contractions start. My water had broken while we were out shopping to furnish the nursery for our pups.

  Barron had me rushed back to the manor where there was a setup for delivery. The best doctors were summoned on demand and swarmed around me with pain meds and plenty of towels.

  "Just push, Aiden. I'm right here," Barron urged, holding my hand. I was pretty sure I was breaking his too.

  "I'm pushing!" I cried, feeling pressure amount in my ass.

  The doctors lifted my torso, gave me some light medicine and helped me deliver.

  Many pushes, cursing, and bone breaking hand grips later, three healthy babies were born. Two girls and a boy. I could already bet the boy was an Alpha.

  "They're beautiful," Barron praised, holding them in his big muscular arms. "They all have your eyes and my mouth."

  "Adorable..." I said, holding my hands out.

  He placed my little girl in my arms and I said her name, "I'm going to name you Kibou, Japanese for hope. The other girl will be named Sarang, Korean for love. And what did you come up with for the boy, Barron?"

  "Resin. Resin Slash. A strong name for my strong boy," he said, looking proudly.

  And with this, my story for you guys comes to an end.

  Thanks for reading along!

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