Every time he said those words, I felt them to my core. Killian loved me. All of me, even my huge ass belly and now extra plump ankles.

I stood there, just taking him in, the sexy alpha who called me his. Objectively, anyone would agree he was sex on a stick, but when he looked at me with those eyes, hungry for me, his sex appeal kicked into the stratosphere.

“So, on the way over I was thinking about sex.” I closed the distance between us, running my hands from his chest to his abs to his cock.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He swallowed deeply as I gathered his precum on my finger and made a show of bringing it to my mouth and savoring its salty goodness.

“Har har. Anyway, what I was specifically thinking about was the best way to do this so you felt comfortable and junior would be encouraged to come and meet us.” Which was code word for I had a porn reel running through my head ever since the doctor mentioned sex.

“And your verdict?” he asked as I pulled his nipple into my mouth, nipping it before answering.

“First you kiss me so deeply and thoroughly that my both my cock and my hole are weeping.” This part of the plan was ill planned, given the fact that both my cock and hole were already at the desired level, but I was pregnant, and shouldn’t be expected to be a good planner.

“I can do that,” he all but panted. “Then what?”

“Then we lay on the bed, my back to your front, your arm wrapped around my middle as you enter me from behind, slowly entering me, in and out until neither of us can take it anymore and we both blow our load and fall sound asleep.” I had read this was one of the best positions for this far along in my pregnancy but it sounded so boring until I said it aloud and watched his cock nod in agreement.

“Your plan has merit.” He tapped his chin, pretending to think. Oh, this was going to be good.

“But?”

“I need to taste you first.” He fell to his knees.

I started to argue, but the battle was already lost once he had my cock in his mouth. The man was the freaking cock whisperer, and it took an embarrassingly short period of time before he had me shooting down his throat and screaming his name.

“So, the next part was kissing, I believe.” He stood up, his eyes still hooded with lust as he pulled my face to his and kissed me exactly as I described before moving on to each step of my plan, including falling sound asleep. That hadn’t been the plan, I wanted to grumble. I knew it was the orgasm and the happy hormones that could stimulate labor, not penetration, but penetration couldn’t hurt, right? But I was in no mood to complain.

I woke slowly, my stomach tight, but not uncomfortable. Darn Indian food always kicked back later. One hundred percent worth it. Rolling over, I fully awoke with a pop. At first, I thought I knocked something over, but as Killian started patting the bed beside him, and I rolled back thinking he was beaconing me, I felt it.

“Killian, I think my water broke.” I didn’t move.

“Aren’t you supposed to have contractions or something first to let us know it is coming?” He wasn’t moving either. Weren’t we quite the pair.

“I thought so but—" I gestured to the wet satin sheets.

“Your water broke.”

I nodded.

“We should move and do something,” he stated, still not moving. He wasn’t being lazy; he was in shock. His eyes were wide but his body was frozen.

“Right, yeah. Clothes. We should do clothes.” I snapped out of that weird state I had been in and sat up. I needed a shower. We’d had sex and my water broke; that was a whole lot of bodily fluids to be walking around covered in. “I’m going to shower off and get dressed.”

I climbed out of bed and when I turned around, I met with the eyes of a very confused alpha.

“Shower? Are you kidding?”

I shook my head.

“You need to get to the hospital. Now.” He bound out of bed, grabbing my overnight bag and dropping it on the bed before going to his dresser.

“Fine. I’ll go pee and come on out,” I lied as I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, climbing in before the water was ready, knowing I was going to be interrupted in a nanosecond. There was no way I wasn’t showering first. I wasn’t even uncomfortable yet, much less begging for pain killers.

“Liar,” I heard through the open door.

“I am not going to the hospital smelling of sex.” I continued to bathe.

“Sex the doctor told you to have!”

He was so not going to logic me out of this one.

“If you would leave me be I’d be—owww—done already.” So maybe the pain was starting. It wasn’t that bad.

“Do you expect me to skip over that yell?”

No, but I wanted him to so that he didn’t see the I want to curl up pain that was now taking over my middle.

“No, I expect you to hand me a towel, my sweats and a t-shirt.” Because I might have misjudged the amount of time I had before needing those pain killers.

“You did not just ask for sweats to go out in public. That’s not like you.”

I evil eyed him so hard. Did he not realize I had a human being that was trying to make its way out of my body? My body didn’t come with a zipper to help make that exit easy; he had to come out the way all babies did, either with a lot of pushing and pain or, if things didn’t go well, by having them slice me open. This was not the time to question my fashion sense.

“Now,” I said, and he grabbed me my clothes.

“Checking in?” the triage nurse asked as if it weren’t flipping obvious.

“Yes.” Killian handed her both my license and insurance cards, knowing that would be their next question. “He’s about to have a baby.”

“I’m sure it is not as imminent as that.”

I loved sarcasm more than most, but I wanted to slap the smirk off of her face. Didn’t she realize I had a baby trying to force its way out of my body through a passage much too small for that?

“How long has he been contracting?”

“About an hour.” Killian answered as she handed him back the cards.

“Then he has plenty of time. I’ll get you to a triage room for monitoring and we can move from there.”

“His water broke.” Killian interjected.

“So maybe we will start with a labor and delivery then.” She took out her phone, pressing a bunch of numbers before continuing. “Nurse Michelle will be here in a minute to take you to a room. Good thing you pre-registered, because broken water could mean this will go fast.”

It may have only been an hour after that before our little boy took his first breath, but it felt like for-freaking-ever, each minute filled with anticipation of meeting our son and the pain from having to push him out. But none of them mattered when I heard his first cry.

We had a baby boy. A perfect, eight point six pound baby boy. Never in my life had I known a joy as great as when they first put him in my arms and I heard Killian say through his tears of joy, “We’re dads.”

“Did you hear that, Ezekial Everest Daye? You made us the happiest men alive.” He was so perfect laying there half-asleep, his hair the same peach fuzz mess his cousin had. Like I had at birth. I was a dad.

“Ezekial Everest Day?” We had struggled to find the perfect name and had a dozen floating around as possibilities knowing that once we saw him his name would fall into place and it had. My name, the one I grew up, Killian’s middle name, the one only brought out when he was in trouble and our last name. “It’s perfect. He’s perfect.”

“I love you,” I said to them both. I never in all my years know that love like this was possible. Both of them owned my heart and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

“I love you, too, both of you.” He kissed us both on the head before taking our son in his arms for the first time. I imprinted that picture on my heart, which they now owned.