We were nearing the end of "our" pregnancy now, and my beautiful mate grew rounder with each passing day. Drew's pregnancy had been smooth so far, which I understood from Jules was normal for bears. His belly was large and round, with only a few weeks left before our sons were due to arrive.

I snuggled up to my sleeping mate now, kissing his neck and wrapping my arm around him to caress the mound of belly where our cubs lay protected as they grew. I felt his aura change as he slowly awoke, my hand moving down to rub his cock through the satin jock strap that I'd bought for him.

"Mhmm. That's nice, alpha. I don't know what's better, waking up to your mouth or your hand." Drew mumbled sleepily, "I just know that I love the ways that you wake me no matter the method."

I ground my rigid length against his cheeks and said: "If you'd slept much longer, you may have awakened to find yourself stuck on my knotting vortex."

Drew shivered with delight. "You keep promising that, and yet you've never done it."

Chuckling, I moved my hand back to palm his ass cheek. "I don't know, lindo. It feels a little rapey to have my way with you while you sleep."

Flashing a cheeky grin over his shoulder, Drew quipped: "I'm pretty sure you can't say that if I've extended the invitation. Although, I have to admit that I would miss the feel of the gradual change of your smooth cock plunging into me until the nubbins slowly begin to rise and the knotting vortex slowly emerges. The way it rubs into my soft, fleshy walls with those rubbery little protruding nubbins. Mhmm."

I groaned. "Talk dirty to me, lindo. You've got your big cat daddy's attention. Go on."

Drew snorted. "Hmm. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Your slowly swelling nubbins teasing my hole as you fuck into me slow, then fast, and faster, and faster… until the nubbins can barely fit through the tight ring of muscle that's trying to hold you back from being hugged by my tight, hot love tunnel."

"Love tunnel?" I laughed, aroused and amused at the same time by the verbal picture my mate had been painting. Pushing two fingers into his slick hole, I thrust them in and out steadily as I asked: "And what happens when I finally gain access to this, ahem, love tunnel?"

"Ooh, that's when the magic happens. Once your nubbins expand fully and latch onto the walls of my love tunnel, that when you shoot your baby batter all up in me and give me all the babies."

I added another finger. Drew pushed back and rode my fingers as I asked: "All the babies? Why don't we get these two finished baking before you plan for more? There is every possibility that you won't want to look at my cock ever again after you go through childbirth."

"Is it weird that we talk and goof around while we fuck, alpha? I wonder that at times." Drew spoke in a breathy rush now as he rocked hard against my thrusting fingers.

"No, sex is natural. It's good that we can be ourselves in bed and out. I think it makes it more fun, to be sure. Where else would I learn such academic phrases as love tunnel?"

"Hector, honey?" Drew was whining out his words now. I could feel his needy arousal as if it were a tangible thing.

"Yes, lindo?" I growled into his ear as I traced the delicate shell with the tip of my tongue.

"Can you just fuck me now? I need to feel my big cat daddy's cock filling my love tunnel." He giggled and moaned at the same time as he drawled out the word love. It was an intriguing mix that had my inner cat rolling over and all but offering his belly to our omega in submission.

After kissing his nape, I planted a hand between his shoulders and gently pushed him forward. With his body bent, his ass was presented for easy access. Lining my cock up against his entrance, I plunged smoothly into his slick hole. I set a slow and steady rhythm, deciding to take my time today.

Drew had other ideas as he pushed back hard against me, trying to fuck himself on my hard cock. With a knowing smirk, I pulled out almost all the way and cracked a smack on his round cheek.

"Fuuuck! Yes, alpha! Do that again! I was a bad boy," he whined and pushed back against me again.

I played his little game for a bit. I hadn't been willing to spank my boy that much since he was bred with our twins. Today though, I felt like indulging his kinky side.

Every time I withdrew, I slapped that ass. With each plunge inside, I squeezed and massaged the heated flesh while he did his best to rock back against me with fast, demanding rolls of his hips like the bossy bottom that my lindo tried to be.

Our rhythm quickly increased, ruining my whole plan for slow and easy. Drew was really rocking into me now, and my knotting vortex had popped out from the friction. The push into his hole was becoming erotic torture when the nubbins were pinched between my shaft and his rim with every thrust. Grabbing his hip, I gripped tight and fucked into him hard and fast.

"Yes! Like that! Faster, alpha. Make me come! Grind those fat nubbins against that magic button inside me, big cat daddy!"

I shook my head, amused by his corny words as I sped up, making sure to rub his prostate with each passing thrust. My nubbins swelled to the point that I couldn't pull out just as Drew's walls began to clench my cock and he shot thick bursts of cum across the bed in front of us.

My hips took on a mind of their own, humping madly up against his ass. My gut tightened and that familiar flash of white lightning shot down my spine and straight to my sac. I jerked forward and bit lightly against Drew's omega-gland as I shot my load into his tight channel.

"Yeah, Daddy. Fill my love channel with your baby batter," Drew teased as he panted against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close while my cock jerked inside him and released the last of my cum. Our bodies were both soaked with sweat as we lay there, hearts pounding and panting with exhaustion from our climaxes. My chest was vibrating with a rumbling purr, signifying that my cat was pleasantly satisfied and happy as well.

After I caught my breath, I kissed his omega-gland and put my hand between us to rub his hot butt cheek. "Did I hurt you, lindo? I wasn't too rough, was I?"

Drew leaned back into my purring chest. "You could never be too rough, alpha. When we are together, it's always just right. Now, you may need to help me into a hot bath after your knotting vortex recedes, not even gonna lie about that. But for now? Let me just enjoy this bliss and fall asleep with you purring against me."

I gently kissed my mate's shoulder and moved my hand around his waist to rest protectively over his mound of a belly again. "Sleep, lindo. I will watch over you and hold you close while you rest."

Drew mumbled drowsily: "You're such a pervy old man. Always watching me, even when I'm sleeping."

Smiling, I purred louder in acknowledgment. Pervy or not, I did always watch my pretty mate. He was right about that.

* * *

"Come on, lindo. Let's get you fed. You haven't eaten all day." I looked at my mate, heavily pregnant now and grumpy as fuck. His navel had popped out from the pressure of his expanding baby belly. It had been two weeks since our last time that we'd had full sex.

He was just too uncomfortable and hot all the time to handle intercourse. No matter how low we kept the thermostat in our room, my poor mate just sweated and cursed the heat. Dr. Dean had assured us on multiple occasions that this was a common issue in pregnancy due to the increased blood flow and the vessels dilated to accommodate the extra blood.

I was just relieved that he was having his pregnancy here rather than my home country. If my poor mate was this miserable here, I couldn't imagine how he would be in a tropical setting. I adjusted the fan I'd installed on his nightstand to high. As it blasted cool air over his body, I tried again.

"I know you don't want to wear clothes, lindo. But you have been cooped up in this room for days. You need fresh air, and the maids need to come in and clean. Let's go down to the dining room and eat something light. I'll ask for some of that mint iced tea you favor as well. Can you do that for me?"

Drew's forlorn eyes looked up at me, his full bottom lip pouting prettily. "I'm sorry, alpha. I don't mean to be such an asshole. You're right. I need to get out of here." He stopped and grinned, flashing me that dimple. "I bet it stinks like fucking hell up in here too, with all the sweating and farting I've been doing."

I shook my head in amusement and reached out a hand to help him sit up. "I told you that those farts last night didn't bother me. It's not like you can help it with two babies pushing on your intestines."

Drew glared at me as he grabbed my hand and pulled himself to a seated position with his feet on the floor. "Don't you know that omegas are supposed to light, airy, and always full of sunshine?"

I bent over and kissed his forehead. "I don't need a bucket of sunshine, lindo. I'll take you and all your dark little corners over that shit any day."

Walking over to our dresser, I pulled out a loose pair of jersey basketball shorts and a stretched out tank that Drew preferred on the occasions that he had to wear clothes. My hand hovered over his underwear drawer and looked over at him with a quirked brow. "Undies? Yes or no?"

"What do you think? Of course, yes. Do you really think that I want to go around with my berries and twig stuck to my leg in a sweaty, nasty lump? Honestly. Besides, I need something that will make me feel a least slightly attractive with this fat, bloated body I'm carrying around right now."

He shook his head at my perceived ignorance. Biting back a smile, I indulged his fit of pique and picked out a pretty satin jock strap in a lavender shade that he swore almost matched my eyes when my power glowed from within. I went over and helped him dress. First I had him step into the underwear and shorts, pulling him to his feet to pull them up one at a time.

I knelt in front of my mate, his hands resting on my shoulders for balance. I slowly eased the jock into place, running my fingers along the straps to make sure that it was sitting comfortable. When I reached my hand in to adjust his small sac and fat cock, he giggled lightly.

"I'm not ever going to make it downstairs if you're going to perv on me, big cat daddy."

I smiled up at him, knowing full well that he'd used the name we playfully used for me in bed as an invitation for me to play while I was down there.

"As much as I would love to take you in my mouth and suck down your nectar, that will have to wait. You haven't eaten at all today, and your body needs sustenance more than it needs to come."

"But just think of how much nicer I am after I come! I'm absolutely adorable, lovable, and cuddly when I blow my load." He batted his lashes as he looked down at me, trying to get his way.

"You're also sleepy after you come, as we both know. Now stop trying to make me give in and behave. And no, I won't give you a spanking if you don't." I added that last part when I saw that familiar twinkle in his eyes as I firmly pulled up his shorts to cover the tempting bulge in that pretty jock.

"Fine. You win." He said with a pouty frown. "I'll go downstairs with you. And I'll even eat. But don't expect me to be a pleasant companion or witty conversationalist."

I stood and pulled the tank over his head, pushing his arms through the holes like he was a doll that I was dressing. I leaned in and rubbed the tips of our noses together before saying: "I never do, lindo. I figure your sweet side will come back with your figure. Now step into your sandals for me and let's go."

I bent to help him into the sandals that were by the bed, but when his foot didn't move I looked up to see silent tears streaking down his face. Biting back a groan at this other new side of my moody, hormonal omega, I tapped his calf and said: "Lift, lindo. I'm sorry that I made you cry, but we need to go eat. I can feel the fatigue and the hunger in your body."

Drew willingly allowed me to help him into his shoes. Once he was all ready to go, I stood up and calmly lifted him into my arms. It always amazed him that I was strong enough to lift him when we were so close in size. Especially when my body wasn't all big and bulky like Liam's and Frankie's muscles.

I was strong though, and lifting my mate wasn't any more of a strain on my strength than lifting a child. Even fully pregnant and near delivery, Drew was a light armful. He rested his head on my shoulder and cried silently against my neck while I let us out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Passing a beta maid, I smiled and asked: "Is there any chance that our room could be serviced while we're at lunch? I think my mate will need a nap afterward, so this is probably your only shot."

He smiled and said: "No problem, alpha. I'll get right on it, it will be ready in half an hour at the most."

"Perfect," I agreed and thanked him before heading to the stairs. "Shh, lindo. I'm sorry that I pushed you and teased you. You can't help being miserable." I said this in a soothing voice as I descended the stairs.

Drew reached up and wiped his face. He kissed my cheek and said: "You were right though. I'm such a prick lately. I want to slap my own face after I hear some of the things that I say to you. I'm sorry, alpha."

"You're fine, darling. I promise, I am not offended when you get bitchy. If I was dealing with what you are, I'd be pissy as hell. Don't worry, okay?"

Liam looked up with a knowing grin as we passed the desk where he was talking to one of his employees. He ended his conversation and caught up with us.

"Lunchtime, huh? I was getting ready to send up a tray if I didn't see you two soon." He caught my eye with a commiserating smile. If Drew weren't here I'd ask if Frankie had been this hormonal with their twins. I didn't dare right now though. Especially now that my omega was finally chilling out.

Drew turned to smile at Liam. "Hector made me get out of the room for a bit. He said that I needed fresh air, so here I am. Would you like to join us for lunch? I'm sure that poor Hector would love another face to talk to since I've been such a pain in the ass these past few days."

Liam laughed lightly. "Yeah, that's kind of a side effect of this point of the pregnancy. You're ready to evict the little buggers by now. Don't worry, I'm sure Hector gets it. Hell, we alphas are just lucky that we don't have to deal with it ourselves. That's why we don't mind spoiling you. It's a small penance, plus we get babies at the end of it. So yeah, totally worth it."

With Liam's company, we were quickly seated in our favorite little turret nook and had lunch on its way. Liam brought in an extra chair and joined us after my mate insisted that he'd been serious about the friendly bear joining us for lunch. I forgot sometimes that Liam was like an older brother to Drew. It was nice to see him tease my mate into a better mood than he'd been in for the past week.

Drew managed to put away an astonishing amount of chicken fingers dipped in ranch dressing, along with several servings of honeydew and cantaloupe melon. He was just finishing his third glass of the mint iced tea when I felt an incredible amount of pain radiating from him.

He bent over the table with a loud moan as a strange salty sweet smell came wafting over the table. Liam sniffed then looked down at the floor by Drew's feet. The calm bear pulled out his phone and hit one of his speed dial contacts.

Liam turned to me and said casually: "I'm calling Dr. Dean. You should probably get him upstairs, his water just broke."

The sound of a nearby phone ringing covered my gasp. We heard the echo of Dr. Dean saying hello into her phone and coming out of Liam's. Liam stood and peeked out into the dining room, only to find Dr. Dean and her nurse, Neil, sitting there having lunch.

I was trying to get Drew to let me lift him while he batted at my hands and bared his teeth with a low growl when she walked into our nook. She took one look at him and and said: "Oh, my. He's much further than I would have expected if the contractions just hit."

Turning to me, she said with an amused smirk: "Leave him there, he will not tolerate you moving him now. Just clear the table and get it out of here. Lay the cloth down on the floor, you can just owe Liam a replacement."

Liam sprung into movement, easily moving everything from the table and stacking on a chair before setting the entire thing just outside of the alcove. He had Neil help him get the other chair out while he took the table. I stood in shock as I watched this whirlwind of activity.

Poking his head back in, Liam told Dr. Dean, "Neil went out to your car to get your medical kit. I'll go grab some towels and hot water. Yell if you need anything."

Before he bustled off, Liam reached out and untied the curtains so that they dropped into place over the doorway, shielding us from view of the other diners. There was nothing we could do about the noise and smells, but at least they wouldn't get a live floor show with their meal.

Dr. Dean and I got Liam down on the floor where I'd spread out the tablecloth. I moved the chair outside of the curtains with the others while Dr. Dean eased down his shorts. She grinned at the purple jock, and said: "Well, it doesn't cover the access point. Shall we leave it on for luck?"

Drew gritted his teeth and all but snarled. "Leave it, or cut it off, I don't care. Just get these babies out of me!"

Dr. Dean knelt between his open thighs, after he'd bent his knees and planted his feet on the floor. Neil came in right then, already opening the bag and calmly passing her a pair of gloves. After she'd pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, the patient doctor began to examine the newly opened birth canal.

Looking up at me, she asked curiously: "Did he really not have any contractions or warning before now? His birth canal is fully dilated and the first twin is crowning. This is a record, even among us shifters."

She and Neil bustled into gear while I got down on the floor behind my mate at her direction. Lifting Drew's shoulders, I scooted in so that he was propped against my chest. He was writhing in agony, turning and glaring up at me here and there through pain clouded eyes.

I calmly smoothed back his now sweat soaked hair, and soaked in some of his pain. Now that we were touching, I could remove some of it. Not all, but enough to make it bearable. If I did more than that, I wouldn't be of any use as it would deplete my limited powers. Projection was easier for me than reception, so in place of taking more of his pain I projected calm, peaceful vibes into his mind. Putting images of happy things into his brain would help to release endorphins which would ease pain.

Drew twisted his head to look up at me knowingly. "Thanks, alpha. Even if I hadn't sensed you doing that, your eyes give you away. Might wanna watch that, if you want to keep your secrets."

I smiled and kissed his temple. "I don't give a fuck about that. I just want to not see or feel you suffer if there is anything that I can to alleviate the pain."

Drew gave a faint smile, his eyes still hazy with pain. "I can't believe it happened so fast. I went from zero to sixty here and my brain can't catch up."

Dr. Dean spoke up from where she knelt. She had a hand on his belly, expertly feeling the muscle and waiting for it to contract. "Your brain can catch up later, honey bun. Right now, your baby wants to meet his daddies. On this next contraction, I want you to lean forward and bear down like you need to push a watermelon out of there with those muscles, okay?"

With gritted teeth, Drew did as instructed when the contraction hit a second later. The baby slid right out with little more than guiding and catching from Dr. Dean. He was already screaming as soon as the air hit him, his airways obviously clear. She expertly snipped and dealt with the umbilical cord while Drew took a moment to relax against me.

Frankie came pushing through the curtains with fresh towels. He gave one to Neil to wrap the baby in, saying, "Liam is right outside. He'll show you where you can take the cub to clean him up. I'll help out here while you're gone."

At Dr. Dean's nod of agreement, Neil left with our son. Frankie looked at Dr. Dean and said, "I trust you to keep secrets, so either ignore what you're about to see or keep it in the vault, okay?"

She laughed and said: "I've already seen Hector's secret superpower on display, so unless you can top that, you're safe."

Frankie grinned and rubbed his hands together. He hovered his hands a hair's breadth away from Drew's belly and concentrated with an intense focus. I reached over Drew's shoulder and placed a hand on Frankie's arm, lending him my strength.

A white golden glow flared from beneath his palms, spreading out in tendrils until it covered Drew's contracting belly. Drew's head fell back on my shoulder, his eyes clear of pain and sparkling with what looked like pleasure.

Dr. Dean made a surprised gasp and knelt to catch the babe that was practically falling from between Drew's legs. His birth had been so easy, thanks to Frankie's use of his power.

We looked over with concern as the baby failed to make a sound. I reached out with my mind, but felt nothing from my son, just the barest blip of a heart beat. I didn't know what Dr. Dean would have done given the frantic fear in her eyes, but Frankie all but grabbed the cub from her hands.

He turned to me and said firmly: "Just like with Clark, we both need to touch him." He laid the boy on Drew's chest and placed his hands over the cub's heart while I placed mine over my son's scalp. The healing white glow appeared again, with tendrils of purple around the edges where both of our powers combined.

In a fraction of a second, his heart began to beat and the little eyes blinked open. His eyes had flickering flecks of purple and gold scattered around each chocolate brown iris. I could feel an awareness in him, and sucked in a breath of awe.

Dr. Dean gathered herself to quickly cut the cord and tie it off. She dealt with the afterbirth while Drew, Frankie, and I gazed in wonder at the new baby.

Drew smiled at Frankie then with tears streaming down his face. "Thank you! I can never repay what you did for our family."

Frankie shook his head. "No thanks needed, but you're welcome anyway. This is pretty close to what happened at Clark's birth. And look, he has matching flecks in his eyes with just a hint of purple too."

Drew smiled and looked at me. "Can we go with the names that I joked about doing as a thank you for them putting up with us so long?"

I nodded. "I can't help but think it's entirely appropriate now, given what occurred here today."

Drew looked back at Frankie and said: "Meet Kent. Hopefully he and Clark will be able to meet and play together when we come for visits. The other little alpha is Peter."

Frankie beamed with understanding before throwing his head back with a laugh. Dr. Dean didn't get the joke so I explained it.

"Frankie's omega twins are named after DC's Clark Kent and Marvel's Peter Parker. We just used the other half of the names for our alpha twins."

Dr. Dean smiled then. "It's good that you have a sense of humor. With twin alphas, I think you'll need it."

I rolled my eyes thinking of the alpha lineage gift that both twins would receive at puberty. And most likely a double dose since they were identical twins, which had a mystical power all of its own. Add in the little bit of extra that Frankie and I had just given Kent? Oh, yeah. Drew and I would have our hand full.

Neil came back in then with Peter all cleaned up and dressed in an unfamiliar outfit, partially swaddled in a blanket. Frankie saw my expression and explained.

"Liam and I have a gift basket for you. He must have given two of the outfits I had for the boys in there rather than rooting around your private room. Good thing I have my own supply of cloth diapers on hand, right?"

We reluctantly watched Neil take Kent to clean and dress him while we fussed over Peter. Dr. Dean tied off the plastic trash bag she'd gotten from somewhere and set it to the side and finished cleaning up. After she'd wiped Drew up, she pulled up his shorts and shrugged.

"Except for two more people than you came in here with and one completely ruined tablecloth, you'd never know that you just gave birth in here." She winked at Drew and added on: "I think if you get it in cold water right away, you might even be able to salvage that pretty scrap of nothing that you're covering the family jewels with."

We were laughing when Neil came back in with Liam at his heels. Frankie and Liam each held one of our children while I got to my feet and bent to lift Drew. I gaped at the formerly pristine white cloth that now looked like a gory version of a Pollack painting. Drew looked at Liam.

"Please don't throw that out. Just toss it in the washer and give it to me, stains and all. Nobody will ever believe this birth story without the evidence to back it up."

Liam grinned. "That's cool, kiddo. It's all yours. Just promise never to have it on the table if we come visit. I gotta draw the line on that one."