by Beau Brown
“Geez, I haven’t even gotten a hello yet.” I grinned. “I guess I’ve been replaced.”
My mom snorted a laugh. “Get in here, brat.” She hugged and kissed me. “How about we all go in the living room and get to know each other?”
“Sure.” Brock said, giving me a nervous glance.
We followed my parents to the living room and settled on the couches, facing each other. I could feel Brock’s nervousness radiating off of him, and I put my arm along the back of the couch, resting my hand on his shoulder. Some tension immediately left him and I smiled at him, pleased he’d responded to his alpha’s soothing touch. There was a pitcher of lemonade on a tray and my mom poured us each a glass. Once we all had a beverage, she sat down again.
My mom clasped her hands in her lap. “So Trevor tells me you’re a school psychologist?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“I do. I love it. I mean, there are days when I want to pull my hair out, but mostly that’s just because the kids won’t always open up to me. It can be frustrating.”
Nodding, my dad said, “I can imagine. Do you find it depressing?”
My mom frowned. “What a question. Why would he find it depressing?”
“Because he listens to people’s problems all day.” My dad met Brock’s gaze. “I would think that could get a little dreary.”
Brock nodded. “I get what you’re saying. But I really enjoy trying to help people find their way. It feels good to do something proactive. A lot of times the kids really just need to vent. Not just kids either.” He laughed. “We can all use a little venting sometimes.”
“That’s the truth.” My mom widened her eyes.
“You knew Trevor from school?” My dad asked.
He glanced at me with a shy smile. “Yeah. That seems like a million years ago.”
“He didn’t recognize me when he first met me again. But I recognized him right away.”
“You were pulling me over with flashing red lights.” He grimaced. “I was busy having a panic attack.”
My mom and dad laughed.
“Believe me, I get it. My son’s a cop and I still freak out if I see a police car behind me.” My mom sipped her drink and when she set it down she asked, “So how are you feeling, Brock?”
He touched his stomach. “I think the morning sickness is getting a little better.”
“Some people say ginger helps.” She sighed. “I never felt that it did anything for me though.”
“I’ve tried every remedy out there. I think I just have to suck it up and suffer. It will pass eventually.” He crossed his fingers. “I hope.”
“It will.” My mom’s smile was warm.
“I didn’t think Trevor would ever settle down, let alone have a baby.” My dad met my mom’s gaze. “He even beat his sisters to having our first grandchild.”
“It is a surprise,” my mom said.
“Yeah. It’s a surprise to us all.” Brock patted his stomach.
I grinned. “Trina will be mad. She’s so competitive.”
“Trina is the younger sister?” Brock asked.
“Yep. I’m the middle kid.” I sighed. “It’s been rough.”
My dad rolled his eyes. “Liar. You’re the only boy and you’ve been spoiled rotten.”
“I know.” I smirked.
“Do you boys want to know the sex of the baby?” My mom asked.
“Nope.” Brock shook his head. “I want the surprise.”
“Makes it harder to set up the nursery.” She glanced at my dad.
He shrugged. “So you paint the room yellow. What’s the big deal?”
“Exactly.” I said.
“Are you going to keep working once the baby comes?” My mom asked.
Brock glanced over at me and the tension returned to his shoulders. “We haven’t really discussed that yet. But I intend to keep working.”
I squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “I already assumed that. You’ve made it clear how important your career is to you, and I would never try and force you to leave your job.”
He gave me a grateful look. “Okay. Good. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”
“I just want you happy. Trying to turn you into a stay at home dad would be way too much work.” I grinned.
“I worked for a while after I had Alice. By the time I had Trina I decided I wanted to stay home with you kids.” She smiled at me. “But that was my choice. I had a job not a career. It’s easier to leave that behind.”
Brock cleared his throat. “I worked really hard to get where I am. My plan was never to find an alpha and settle down. Meeting Trevor again was a fluke, and then getting pregnant, well that was definitely not in the plan.”
“For either of us.” I nodded. “We were just having fun, but then I fell for him and that kind of threw a wrench in everything.”
My mom frowned. “Why would falling in love cause a problem?”
Brock glanced at me with a funny smile. “Because he didn’t want to fall in love. So he tried to push me away. It worked.”
“Once he wanted nothing else to do with me, that woke me up.” I laughed. “So then I had to go crawling back to him, and beg him to give me another chance.”
Brock grimaced. “It wasn’t quite that dramatic.”
“It was to me. Maybe even traumatic.” I laughed. “Crawling isn’t in my DNA.”
My parents laughed.
“I decided he was worth another try.” Brock’s voice was soft.
“Plus, he’d discovered he was pregnant by then.”
He scowled. “That’s not why I wanted to be with you. You do know that, right?”
“Yes. Well, to be honest that thought did cross my mind for a hot second. But I’m egotistical enough to assume the real reason you want to be with me is because I’m a delight.”
“Good. Because I’d never be with an alpha just so they could take care of me.” Brock seemed to bristle. “I’m more than capable of doing that on my own.”
My dad chuckled. “Looks like you hit a nerve, son.”
“He’s a proud little bastard.” I smirked.
Brock shifted uneasily and gave a tense laugh. “Sorry. I don’t like people thinking I’m weak or needy.”
My mom studied him with a gentle expression. “Is that because of your upbringing?”
He flicked his gaze to hers. “Probably.”
“Trevor shared a little with me about your home life growing up. You’ve overcome a lot to get where you are. I can guarantee no one in this room feels sorry for you.”
“Good.” He smiled hesitatingly.
“In fact, not only do I not feel sorry for you, I’m impressed,” my dad said. “A lot of people with your past would have moved away and started over somewhere else. But you stayed here in Willowby and that’s to be respected.”
Brock shrugged. “Well, this is my home. I wanted to try and help kids the way I was helped. There was a school counselor who was a big influence on me growing up. I never forgot how talking to him helped me when my parents split up. I wanted to do the same for someone else.”
“You’ve helped plenty of kids by just listening,” I assured him. “Lilly seems like a much happier kid since you had that meeting with her and her mom.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “She does seem better. It feels great knowing I had a hand in that.”
“That must be hugely rewarding.” My mom agreed.
“It is, and the kids seem to trust me more now than at the very beginning of the year.”
“I would hope so.” My mom leaned forward. “This is off the subject, but I was hoping you’d let me take you shopping for some baby stuff.” Her eyes were bright. “I’d love to throw you a shower too if you want.”
He grimaced. “Oh, I’d love to go shopping with you, but a shower?” He bit his lip. “That sounds like torture.”
My mom grinned. “It is. But you’d get lots of nice stuff, so maybe it wou
ld be worth it?”
“Brock, I hope you realize my wife is going to spoil this kid rotten?” My dad laughed. “The first grandchild always makes out the best.”
She rubbed her hands together. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”
I smiled at Brock, and he met my gaze and nestled closer. It was always a shock to me how protective I felt toward him. I wanted to keep him safe and never let anyone or anything hurt him. I’d never realized I had those sorts of nurturing, alpha feelings inside me, but the second I’d fallen for Brock, they’d bubbled to the surface.
I sighed, feeling content. “You know what, mom? I think I’ve waited a long time for this too, but I didn’t even know it.”
“Same here.” Brock laughed. “It was definitely worth the wait.”
“Awww.” My mom looked at my dad. “Aren’t they adorable?”
“Very.” He snorted.
My cheeks felt warm. “There was a time when I’d have been embarrassed by all of this lovey dovey stuff.” I met Brock’s curious gaze. “But I feel too happy to care.”
“That’s when you know it’s the real deal, son.” My dad grinned. “When you don’t care how sappy you look.”
Chapter Fourteen
Brock
“You can’t just eat peanut butter ice cream. You need other things too.” Trevor frowned at me as I sat curled on the couch with my pint of deliciousness.
I paused my spoon midway to my mouth. “I had a salad for lunch.”
“But you’ve had ice cream for dinner every night for the last three days.”
“So? It’s dairy and the peanut butter is protein.”
“If you’re not careful, the baby will come out half frozen like a Popsicle.”
I laughed. “You worry too much.”
“No. My mom worries too much. I’m somewhere in the middle.” He sat beside me and he put his hand on my rounded stomach. “I’m going to make you a steak.”
I scowled. “But I don’t want a steak.”
“I traded shifts so I could be home to eat dinner with you. We’re having a real meal so just deal with it.”
I swallowed the bite of ice cream and licked my lips. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll eat a steak if you’ll let me finish this without nagging me anymore.”
“Deal.” He smoothed his palm over my tummy. “How’s our little one doing today?”
“Kicking like a son of a bitch.” I sighed and stuck the spoon into the ice cream, feeling tired. “My palms itch and my back is killing me.”
“That’s probably the omega birth canal forming, right? The doctor said you’d have back pain.”
“I know,” I grumbled. “But that doesn’t make it pleasant.”
“Of course not.” He nodded. “I’m sorry I bugged you about your ice cream. You deserve a treat for all you’re putting up with.”
“Nah. You’re right to nag me.”
“You want a back rub?” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m happy to give you one.”
“You just worked all day.” I eyed him, my gut tumbling from how sexy he looked in his uniform. “I should give you a massage.”
“You worked today too.”
“I had a half day.” I set my ice cream on the coffee table. I turned to him and kissed him, my cock swelling at the first touch of his lips.
He smiled against my mouth. “Someone’s horny.”
“Fuck, yes.” I pulled back, my eyes pinned on his full lips. “I’m always horny now.”
“Let’s go to the bedroom. I’m massaging you whether you like it or not.”
He got up and held out his hands, helping me to my feet with a grunt. Once in my bedroom, we stripped quickly, and I got on the bed, lying on my side. My belly was too big to lie comfortably on anymore. I’d always loved sleeping on my stomach, so it was just another annoying thing about the pregnancy.
Trevor followed me on the bed, holding the body oil. He pressed up against my back, his naked body warm and his erection pressing my spine. “This oil doubles as massage oil and also personal lube.” His voice was a low rumble.
“Yeah?” My cock hardened even more, and I pushed back against him. “That sounds promising.”
He chuckled and began massaging my hip slowly moving along my thigh and knee. Then his hand traveled back to my hip. He moved away slightly so he could knead my lower back as he kissed my shoulder. His touch felt amazing, and I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed.
“Mmmm. Feels so good,” I whispered.
“Is that right, Brock?” He had a smile in his voice.
My cock was so hard it ached and was hard to ignore. I grabbed it and stroked slowly, loving the feel of his hands on my back as I jacked myself gently. “Trevor,” I moaned.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
I arched my back. “What do you think?”
He pushed his cock along the crack of my ass, sliding it between my thighs and thrusting gently. The firm flesh of his dick rubbed my swollen balls, and I groaned and clamped my thighs together.
“Oh, that’s nice,” he whispered. “Yeah, squeeze my cock with your thighs.”
My gut buzzed with excitement as he pumped his dick between my legs, breathing hard against my neck. My cock was so sensitive and stiff, I had to be careful not to come too soon. I wanted him inside me when I shot. Nothing felt better than being stuffed full of his cock as my dick jerked and spilled.
He moved away and started rubbing my back with his slick hands. My cock was throbbing and needing release, but his hands felt good on my skin. I needed to come bad, but I wanted to see what he was up to first. Eventually he moved closer again and the head of his cock pushed against my asshole. He slid his hands around my chest and teased my nipples and I groaned, bucking my hips and jerking myself harder.
“Yeah, you can’t wait to be fucked, can you?” He nipped my shoulder blade. “You want it so bad.”
“I need it. Fuck me,” I gasped, squeezing my cock and pressing back against his shaft. “Please. Please take me now.”
Without another word he pushed in and we both groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck,” he whined, thrusting deep and panting against me like he had trouble controlling himself. “So good. So fucking tight.”
I clutched the comforter with one hand and jacked myself with the other. The pressure of his wide cock inside me was so delicious, my nipples hurt and my entire body buzzed. “Oh, god. I’m close.”
“Yeah?” He slid his hand down and cupped my fat belly. “I’m gonna come inside you babe. You want that?”
“Trevor.” I arched my back as my balls tightened and then shot hard, spilling seed over my hands and bedding. My body jerked and spasmed as my climax shook me. I could barely breathe my orgasm was so intense, and I shuddered and shot again. “Oh, fuck,” I wheezed, whimpering at how good it felt.
He pumped into me. “Fuck that’s hot. Oh, fuck that’s so fucking hot.” He stiffened and the heat of his release flooded my ass, the pressure making me grunt. He bucked his hips, gripping me tight and shoving in so deep I cried out. The friction of his cock rubbing my insides was perfection, and he didn’t stop thrusting until his dick softened and he was spent.
We stayed like that for a while, his cock in me and our bodies sticky with sweat and cum. His hands still cupped my stomach, and I felt satiated and loved. It was the most amazing feeling in the world to be fat with his child, knowing he loved me. I’d been so wary of having an alpha or a family that it almost felt like a dream.
“I love you, Brock.” His voice was thick with sleep, and he nestled closer instead of pulling out.
“Love you too,” I whispered.
We belonged to each other. There was no denying it any longer. We were fully bonded and mates for life. It didn’t even scare me because he made me happy. He was perfect for me. He let me be who I was and never tried to change me. Having him around simply made my life even better.
“Can we sleep?” he asked softly. “I’ll make you a steak when we wake up.”
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I smiled. “Sleep. I’m tired too.”
He tugged me even nearer, and with his strong arms shielding me, I closed my eyes and feel deeply asleep.
****
Lilly looked upset. Her eyes were red and her mouth turned down. “But how long will you be out on paternity leave?”
“Twelve weeks.”
“Oh, god. That seems like forever.” She groaned. “That means you’ll miss the end of the school year and graduation.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Who’ll be taking your place while you’re gone?”
“No one. I think you guys are supposed to talk to the school nurse until I return.”
“But that won’t be the same.” She scowled. “She has no empathy.”
I laughed and patted my stomach. “I’m sorry. Twelve weeks should give me a month before the baby and a few months with the baby. If the timing all works out.”
“Babies sleep all the time. It won’t even know you’re there.”
I frowned. “Lilly, I’ll know I’m there. I can’t just leave the baby as soon as it’s born. I should spend some quality time with the poor kid.”
“I guess.”
“Don’t worry, I’m coming back. I love my job.”
“Sure. But I’ll be gone by then.”
I frowned. “That’s true. You’ll be on to college next September.”
“Why do you have to leave so soon?”
I laughed. “Lilly, I could go into labor any minute now. I don’t want to have my baby here at school. Plus, it’s getting extremely tiring to be here all day. My legs swell and I can’t get comfortable no matter how I sit.”
“I guess.”
“You’ll do fine without me.”
“If you say so.” She twisted her lips. “Well, at least I like your boyfriend. He’s cool.”
“I’m glad he meets with your approval.”
She stood. “I can’t believe anyone would ever want to get pregnant.” She scowled. “It can’t be fun. You look miserable.”
“I do?” I grimaced, feeling slightly self-conscious.
“You frown a lot, you always have your feet up and I can tell your back is killing you every day.” She shook her head. “I don’t think I ever want a baby.”
“I used to say the same thing.”