“Better?” he asked.
“You have no idea.” I walked into his open arms. “I was so afraid I’d never be able to retire if he said girl. Imagine all the therapy we’d have to pay for over the name Henrietta.” He laughed at my sad attempt at a joke. “But for serious, I feel a thousand times better.”
“We are having a baby.” He spoke with awe.
“We are. A little Henry.” I kissed his lips softly. “We should probably celebrate.”
“What do you have in mind, omega mine?”
I stood on my tiptoes and let him know exactly what—in detail.
We might’ve broken a few speed limits on the way home. And by some, I meant all.
62
Harry
Richard lay in my arms and then turned on his side and rubbed his ass against me. He stuffed a second pillow under his head and muttered, “Why can’t I sleep?”
I turned on my bedside lamp. “Is the baby kicking?” My hands rubbed over his bump in a gentle circular motion.
He stroked his protruding belly. “No. He’s asleep. Lucky him. Wish I could say the same.” He flung off the oversized T-shirt he was wearing and fanned himself. “I’m so hot.” He pulled the sheet up and peered at his bump. I snuck a glance at his cock. Me too!
We’d agreed not to use air-conditioning as it dried out Richard’s skin, so the ceiling fan was turning lazily overhead. “I can get the upright fan from the living room?”
He kneaded the back of his neck. “No. It’s too noisy.” He stole one of my pillows and hugged it. “I don’t know what I want.”
While I couldn’t eliminate his discomfort, during the long weeks of pregnancy, oil massage had helped him get some shuteye. Though I wasn’t sure about using sticky oil in the bed in the middle of the night. “How about a rubdown?”
“No. My belly’s all rumbly.”
“Foot massage?”
“Maybe. Don’t press too hard, though.” He grabbed a bottle of oil from beside the bed and a towel from the floor. “Please don’t make a mess.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean it up.”
“Okay.” I stripped off the bedding and after putting the towel under him, I nestled at Richard’s feet and avoided peering at his dick. Holding one foot, I applied gentle pressure with the thumb of my other hand and pushed into the flesh from his toes to his ankle. I repeated it twice, and his eyelashes fluttered and closed.
“Mmmm. That’s nice.” He wriggled his ass, but it was his semi-hard cock that caught my eye. Interesting.
Turning my attention to the sole of his foot, I used both thumbs and pressed gently on the arch. Richard hugged the pillow to his face and moaned.
“You okay?” My high-pitched voice betrayed my arousal.
“Better than all right. God, that is so good.” His dick was stiff, and he’d parted his legs giving me the perfect view. His being turned on had my cock swelling, and I squeezed my thighs together. “Want me to do the other one?”
“Please,” he gasped.
He grunted as he lifted his ass, and his length bobbed and bowed at me. “Would it be easier if you were on your side?” I asked. At this stage of pregnancy, he was finding it hard to get comfortable.
“Mmmm.” He rolled onto his right side and stuffed another pillow between his knees. I shuffled behind him so I brushed against his gorgeous ass. “That is so good.” His cock was standing at attention and eying me. “Keep doing that.”
Will do. While I kneaded his other foot, little whimpers escaped his lips. Each one sent shivers up and down my spine and messages to my dick.
Richard purred as my thumbs pressed into the arch on his foot. “Harry, I love you. I really do. God, I love a foot massage.”
“Me too, babe. Love you with all my heart.” And my cock loves you too!
From the corner of my eye, I noted him sliding a hand to his stiffening length. Do it, Richard. Tug your dick and moan for me. Please.
My breathing sped up as he wrapped a hand around the shaft and pumped. We both groaned, and while the fingers on one hand rubbed his foot, my other hand clamped around my engorged cock.
“Don’t stop, Harry.”
“Trying. Not. To,” I panted. I pumped my length and pushed my hips forward matching Richard’s rhythm.
“Harry?”
“Yeah.” My body ached as an unbearable tension built inside me. Please don’t tell me to stop. If that’s what he wanted, I’d have to race to the bathroom and rub one out.
“Your fingers are magic.”
“Okay,” was all I managed to get out. I was mesmerized by his fingers encircling his cock and the moans and whimpers erupting from his mouth.
While my ‘enchanted’ fingers tugged and pulled my length, I pictured Richard on his hands and knees, shoving his ass high in the air as my length nudged his wet hole before plunging inside. The enticing image had heat radiating through my body. I had allowed this man to sneak into my heart and claim it as his own. And thank God I did.
I admired the full length of Richard’s dick as he held his shaft in his palm. I released his foot and wrapped my fingers over his. With both our hands on his cock and one hand on my length, we pumped in tandem. Our moans, whimpers, and grunts being the only sound in the room apart from the swishing of the ceiling fan.
He threw back his head and pumped his hips while I loomed over him, my eyes never leaving his dick. Pleasure licked at my flesh as my pulse raced while the drumming of my heart against my chest had me trembling.
Saliva pooled in the corner of my mouth and licked around my lips. Blinking sweat from my eyes, I whispered, “I love your dick, Richard.”
“It’s so freaking perfect, Harry.” Richard shoved his ass back onto me and ground his soft curves over my sweat-soaked skin.
“M-Magic t-touch, r-remember.”
Richard purred but the hitch in his breathing told me he was close. Pleasure sizzled through my body as our grunts and harsh breathing and little mews had me drowning. Drowning in a sea of pleasure.
“Your dick turns me on, Richard. One day I want you to fuck me.” We’d discussed what it’d be like to have him inside of me. I was both turned on and terrifying of the concept and had never committed to being fucked by my omega partner.
“Harry, harder.” He ground his butt against me as we sweated, moaned, and pumped. While I was consumed with lust, both hands were numb. My gaze moved from Richard’s dick to his face as he arched his back. “Can you look at me, Richard?” It was our thing. When we came, we needed to have our eyes locked on one another. Both of us transfixed as we climaxed.
He gave me a come-hither grin, and I snarled, “Oh you shouldn’t have done that.”
“Harry, I… Harry!”
My frenzied pumping of his cock and my own had Richard toss his head from side to side while his body spasmed. “I’m coming!” he yelled. Cum spurted from his dick, blanketing him and the bedding.
Watching him spurting his load had me gulping as I struggled to get oxygen inside me. My head fell forward, but with my eyes locked on Richard’s, my seed spurted over him and I cried out, “My love!”
63
Richard
“I don’t wanna go,” I whined.
“We promised my uncle.” He handed me one of his shirts. “Here, maybe this will work better.” Which was code for maybe this will be able to cover your huge-ass belly since none of your paternity clothes do anymore.
We were heading out to brunch with his uncles, and as much as I loved them, the idea of leaving the house wasn’t one I was on board with. No. I wanted to strip down to only my pajama pants and climb into bed, possibly watching a Dr. Who marathon.
I’d already started my paternity leave which was going to turn into an extended family leave as they finished building the new office space that would hold my family practice specializing in evening hours only, for parents who were unable to bring their children for well visits easily otherwise. It was a test run, and if we didn’t have enough p
atients, the office would morph into a traditional one, but in the beginning I was going to work in an office only open from 4pm until 9 pm. I’d get to keep my career, and our baby wouldn’t need to be with a sitter more than a couple of hours a day and only on days Harry was in court and couldn’t work flextime.
Harry had been right. We could have it all.
All except an excuse not to go to brunch.
“We can tell him I don’t feel well.” I tugged the shirt over my head, and by a miracle it did cover everything. “This must swallow you whole.” Come to think of it, I’d never seen him wear it. The only reason I knew it was his was from seeing it in his closet. “This was a gift, wasn’t it?”
“Nope. They sent the wrong size and said keep it.” He held up my socks. “Need help?”
“I can do it myself.” I yanked them from his grip and sat down on the bed to put them on. “I can’t do it myself,” I huffed as I threw them at him. I’d been able to put socks on my feet only two days ago. By the time I popped this baby out, I wasn’t going to be able to even put on my own pants.
To his credit, he didn’t say a thing and just put them on, followed by my shoes. Hormones had me being kind of an ass, and while I saw it as I was doing it, there was no stopping it. Reason number 100 why I started my leave at 37 weeks when the offer was put on the table. In hindsight, it might have been why the offer was there in the first place.
Much to my chagrin, we drove to brunch getting there exactly on time. “Don’t hate me,” Harry kissed me after helping me from the car.
“I never could,” I reassured. “You were right to have me come. If I hadn’t, Enrique would’ve been at our door with a covered dish.” And he’d have stayed to be helpful. I loved the man, I truly did, but more than a few hours with him while he was in helpful mode was usually enough.
“You might be surprised,” he mumbled as we walked into the upscale restaurant, walking past the hostess and into the back.
The entire time I had no clue what was going on. It wasn’t until everyone yelled, “Surprise!” and I saw Jesse standing among both Enrique and my coworkers all holding baby bottles that I put it all together.
“I take it back,” I teased. “Maybe I could.”
“Love you?” he sassed back. “Now go...see your friend and eat all the cake.” Oh, I was going to eat all the cake.
“Jesse!” I hugged my old roommate and besty. “I wish I’d known you were coming. How long have you been here?”
“About two hours.” He chuckled. “And if you knew I was coming you’d have known about your shower.”
“Please tell me you are staying with us.”
“I can.” He looked at my belly, “Please?”
“Fine.” I wasn’t one of those guys who didn’t want people touching his baby bump. Did I prefer they asked? Absolutely. Did it make me uncomfortable? Not at all. In a weird way it was like me showing them how happy I was. Pregnancy made me weird.
His hands settled on my middle and my little soccer player kicked them.
“I guess you have a karate expert in there.”
“Naw, he’s all soccer. Have you met everyone?” They had yet to swarm us, probably at Harry’s direction. He knew how much Jesse meant to me and would have wanted to give us this time.
“Nope. We should probably fix that and then eat cake.” And that was why we got along.
“The cake’s all mine,” I reminded him. “But if you are good I might give you some to bring home to Dean and Billie.”
“They are in the hotel, and you are not sugaring up my baby.” He rolled his eyes at the mere suggestion. “And before you ask, yes they came and yes I still want a slumber party. And speaking of parties, let’s get this one started!” He dragged me over to the group of people waiting so patiently for us. We spent the afternoon playing silly games, eating all the food, laughing, and opening presents.
It was worth putting on shoes for.
And lately, not much was.
64
Harry
Today’s the maybe day!
I climbed out of bed, picked up Sophia, and tiptoed into the living room. Richard had finally fallen asleep just before dawn, and I didn’t want to wake him. Our appointment was mid-morning, and I hoped he’d get a few hours’ sleep. He’ll need it if his doctor decides to induce labor.
Richard was 38 weeks, but he’d been suffering from high blood pressure in the last part of the pregnancy. And though he’d been monitored regularly, the doctor told us to bring a bag to our hospital appointment today. As we’d known induction was a possibility, we’d written out a detailed birth plan trying to anticipate every situation.
“Damn!” Ouch! I hopped around and hoped my kicking Richard’s hospital bag hadn’t disturbed him. I’m sure Sophia rolled her eyes as I examined my sore toe. “It hurts,” I whispered and put her down. She ignored my explanation and headed for the kitchen, presumably to wait for her breakfast.
I closed the bedroom door and fed Sophia while making coffee for myself.
A car pulled up outside, and I glanced at my watch. She’s early. As she was retired, we’d asked Aunt Flora to look after the animals during the day, and Uncle Enrique would sleep in the house at night. I’d warned them to be on their best behavior during the handover each morning and evening. “Don’t start World War III.”
Richard wandered into the kitchen rubbing his face with one hand and cradling his burgeoning belly with the other as Auntie greeted him and took Sophia for a walk. “Is it time?” he asked, closing one eye and peering at his phone. He sat on a stool at the kitchen island and tugged at his hair.
I opened my mouth to say he’d be more comfortable on the couch but thought better of it. “We leave in an hour. Plenty of time. Why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll bring you a cup of peppermint tea?”
“No. I’ll have it here. I’ve seen enough of the bedroom and that awful color on the wall. Who chose that? We need to paint it.”
I ignored the question. “Sure. We can do that. No problem.” I handed him the hot drink in his favorite cup covered in pink roses that sat on a matching saucer. He took a few sips before I asked, “Would you like me to run you a bath?”
“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know.” He hunched over and wiped his palms on a paper towel before scrunching it and pitching it onto the floor.
Walking to the other side of the island, I swiveled the stool around so he was facing me. He parted his legs and I took him in my arms, with his bump rubbing against me. “What’s wrong with me, Harry?”
“Nothing.” I stroked his huge belly.
“But I’m a doctor.”
While Richard had been taking his blood pressure meds and following his physician’s instructions, he understood the risks, but I wasn’t sure being aware of every possible thing that could go wrong was a good thing. Maybe ignorance really is bliss. Though reassuring him and helping to keep his anxiety under control had tamped down my own worries.
“That’s your job. It’s not who you are. You’ve been nurturing a little human for eight months, and that’s beyond amazing. I could never have done what you’re doing.”
Richard harrumphed. “That’s because you’re an alpha.”
I placed my lips on his ear. “Would you like a foot massage?” I rubbed my hands together. “I’ve been told I’m very good.”
He grinned. “Who told you that?”
“A guy. Can’t recall who.”
Richard slapped my arm and giggled as I helped him off the stool and into the living room. “An idiot, probably.”
Richard was lying on his side unable to get up for 30 minutes. Various machines dinged and beeped, and each noise sent tremors through me. But I squeezed his hand and studied the dark circles under his eyes, which were the result of his insomnia.
He’d been induced and all being well, he’d be able to get up and walk around once the first phase was over. We’d planned on going downstairs to the hospital courtyard and enjoying the garden and su
nshine.
Soothing instrumental music was playing in the background. Richard raised his head. “Shit! Harry, I forgot deodorant.”
Okay. “I’ll buy some at the store in the lobby.” Anticipating the next question, I added, “And if they’ve sold out, I’ll ask Uncle to grab some.” I was getting good at this.
“Did you bring the chocolates?”
“Yes.” Richard had suggested buying sweet tidbits for the midwives if he was induced and labor dragged on. “While the hospital staff are professionals, it’s always good to have something extra for them,” he’d advised. “They appreciate things like that.”
We sat in silence, each with our own thoughts.
“Harry?”
“Yeah.”
“If something happens to me, you’ll take care of our little one, right?”
He’d asked me that question in the middle of the night, first thing in the morning, messaged me at the office, and each time, I hesitated wanting to use words that would soothe his anxiety, but fearful I’d fuck up.
“You know I will, but you’ll be here to kick my ass when I mess up and be a great dad to our son. Besides, I need help with the gnomes.” New neighbors who’d moved in down the street had two garden gnomes that were quite cute, but Richard loathed them.
“But what if…” He was interrupted by our midwife who arrived to check the monitor. “Everything seems fine, Dr. Samuels. You might get to meet your baby today.”
“I hope so, but I need to pee.”
After being surrounded by medical professionals, it was a shock to hear Richard being referred to as a doctor. Today he was an omega in labor waiting to birth our little one.
“Do you know what you’re having?” the midwife asked me after I helped Richard to the bathroom.
“Yes. It’s a boy.”
Labor progressed slowly for the first two hours, and we contemplated going for a drive. We were able to stroll up and down the corridor, stopping only when he had a contraction. He was doing so well, and I was in awe.
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