Chapter Twenty-Five
Brent
#Itstime
Our wedding was perfect. No, it was beyond perfect. I was now connected, forever, with Jay There was nothing better than that. But I was exhausted and we said our good-byes earlier than I know my family anticipated. Jay, on the other hand, knew it had been a challenge just to get me to the reception.
The babies were safe to arrive now, having made it past the we need to keep them in until date and even past the if we can keep them in until this date timing. That decreased my stress by a ton and was one of the reasons I was okay with Jay’s last-minute wedding idea.
I’d been fine waiting until after the babies arrived, but Jay was all about having rights at their birth in case he needed to jump in and do some ninja nursing things or something. I didn’t even know. I didn’t even care. Just the fact that he wanted to be there in every capacity for the babies had me in bliss.
“Welcome home, Husband.” We’d just arrived at the threshold, and he made like he was going to scoop me up like in the old-fashioned movies.
“Oh, you are not going to pick me up.” I tsked.
“It’s tradition.” He shrugged and then made a another move to scoop me up. I stepped back, laughing.
“Did you forget I’m ginormous?” My hands formed fists on my hips. At this point, I knew I was going to lose, but the playfulness in his eyes had me amused.
“Are you saying I’m too weak to carry you?” Silly alpha flexed his muscles, biting back a laugh.
“No. Fine, but if you pull your back, that’s on you.” I stepped into his embrace and he sort of kind of hugged me, my belly making it so his arms couldn’t quite wrap around me. And by not quite I mean he was able to touch my shoulder blades, and that was about it.
“Fair enough.” And just like that, he was at my side, scooping me up as he pushed the door open with his foot. How had I missed him unlocking it? “Welcome home, Husband.”
He carried me over the threshold before kissing me soundly and setting me on the floor.
“Do things feel different to you?” I asked after he locked the door behind us and took my hand, just standing there, looking at me with such love.
“You mean because we are married now and you’re stuck with me?”
“Something like that.”
I walked, or waddled as the case was, to the couch, bringing him with me. I needed to get my shoes off before my feet were so swollen they stuck in there permanently.
When they first started swelling again, I’d been paranoid it was my blood pressure and rushed to the doctor, calling Jay along the way. Turned out it was normal pregnancy swelling. Jay had noticed it two weeks earlier, but I missed it because I could no longer see my feet. Or my cock, for that matter. Jay assured me that was just fine—using his mouth—often, so it turned out that was one of those hidden benefits of pregnancy no one ever talked about.
“Yes and no.” He helped me free my feet from their bonds. “I committed in my heart way before I committed legally, so in that way, not so much. But having all of our family and friends know that we are now bonded, that feels different somehow.” He sat back, snuggling into me the way I liked. “Better. And my love for you grows by the second so, you know, I love you more and all that jazz.”
“Same on all of that. You know what?” I twisted my head to kiss his cheek, lips grazing that tiny bit of stubble I loved so much.
“What?”
“The babies are safe to come out at any time.” I tried to infuse my voice with the sexy. I failed, sounding more like a cartoon version of myself, and my husband just shook his head.
“I know.” His hand settled on my belly. “You’re ready for them to say hello.”
I so very much was. The Braxton Hicks had been pretty strong the week before, and more than once I’d thought it was time. It was a letdown when a long drink and putting my feet up had them stop. Letting the babies grow as long as they needed was important, though, and I tried to focus on that. The doctor was pretty confident I might be one of the lucky ones with six-pound twins. Lucky as in they would be ready for the world, not lucky in that I’d have to push both out at that size.
“So ready. I have to hold my belly up half the time.” It was embarrassing but true. If I didn’t, my back hurt like heck by the end of the day, and those stupid twin belly holster things they sold online were useless. And yeah, I’d bought three different brands before drawing that conclusion.
“Which is adorable.”
I hardly saw how a waddling omega the size of Nebraska, holding his belly up just to walk was adorable, but I saw it in his eyes often enough to know he viewed me that way, and that was all that mattered.
“Because it’s not you,” I faux grumped. “Anyway, the babies can come any day now and be perfectly safe.”
“I feel like you are getting at something.” Finally, he was catching on to my hints.
I’d read and the doctor confirmed that there was a correlation, which Jay assured me wasn’t the same as causality, but whatever, between having sex and babies coming. It meant the past few weeks, naked fun included mostly hand and blow jobs, which were great and all, but this end of my pregnancy had me so craving his knot that it just wasn’t enough.
“I want them out.” I twisted so he could see my face.
“You want to ask to have them induced.”
I wanted to palm my face. I so sucked at subtle seduction, and on my wedding night, too, when it should be a given that was what I was doing. “I know the doctor offered, but I thought you were against that.”
He had, and I was.
“I was thinking more of a natural induction.” I was no longer going with plan subtle and ran the palm of my hand over his cock, which was already halfway hard. Maybe he really did find my new balloon-shaped body hot.
“Oh, I think I can manage that one.” He leaned in kissing me soundly, finally on the same page as I was.
“You say that, but there are two babies in your way.” It was a challenge, and my hubby liked a challenge in the bedroom.
“Oh, you’re questioning my flexibility. It’s on.” He stood up, holding his hand out for me. “Let’s get you naked.”
We made our way down the hall, both fiddling with our buttons along the way. Hardly romantic, but it worked for us. By the time we reached the bedroom, our suit coats and shirts were left behind on the floor—somewhere.
“Come here, let me help you with that.” He dropped to his knees, pulling down my pants, no longer the type with buttons because elastic front panel time was the only hope I had of wearing them. “Much better.” He caressed my erection as he pushed up to stand.
“Quit teasing me. I need your knot,” I whined because I so did. It had been too long, and after the babies came, it would be another bout of too long.
“And I need to give it to you,” he reassured tapping his chin with his pointer finger, that playful bedroom gaze upon his face. Oh, how I liked playful bedroom Jay. “I’m just trying to figure out the best way to accomplish said mission to assure the best knotting time afterward.”
“And the verdict is?”
“Well if we face-to-face,” He unbuttoned his pants, painfully slow. “As you know is my personal fave, well babies are so in the way and I’d probably end up standing by the side of the bed.”
The zipper was next, and I swore he took longer than sewing the darn thing on the pants to begin with for him to get it all the way down.
“True story.” We knew this from a month ago when my belly was significantly less whale-esque. “But if you take me from behind, my belly is in the way”—which we also knew from past experience—“which leaves me on my side.”
He let his pants fall to the floor before pushing down his boxer briefs and setting his engorged member free. Oh yeah, there was no doubt he was completely into hot-naked-just-married-to-a-super-prego fun.
“You, my omega, are a genius.”
He took my lips with his, and I moaned into his mouth. I was so ready for him, I could already feel my slickness. He took advantage of my moan to let himself into my mouth, exploring it as if it were his very first time kissing me so thoroughly. I stepped back toward the bed, taking him with me. As much as I’d love to keep kissing him like that, my legs needed reprieve after all the standing and dancing of the day.
As my legs hit the edge of the mattress, I broke our kiss, climbing onto the bed, beckoning my mate, my husband, my alpha with the crook of my finger. He didn’t need any more encouragement.
I settled on my side as his front pressed into my back and he reached around to give me a single pump before sliding to the back where he found me slick and wanting.
“Always so ready for me,” he praised as he slid his finger inside, giving me a slight taste of what I so desperately wanted.
I pushed back needing more, and was rewarded with his rich laugh before he removed his finger and brushed my ready hole with his cock.
“Yes. I need,” I whimpered while I tried to hurry him along by pushing back into him.
He responded by giving me what I wanted and entering me. I didn’t think I’d ever get over the way he’d filling me that first time we made love.
It was awkward like this, physically. He could never get fully seated, and his motions were limited, but somehow it was perfect. We rocked back and forth, enjoying the feel of each other as we rose to climax, his hand reaching around to my aching need just as I couldn’t take it anymore. My cum shot onto the bed as his shot into me. It was perfect.
As his knot grew, my eyes closed. The last words I remembered hearing before falling asleep were, “I love you with all that I am, omega mine.”
I woke with a yelp. The pain in my belly not the best way to wake up until I figured out what it meant. I’d gotten used to sleeping through Braxton Hicks. This was very much not that. When the nurse teased me that I would know, she was in no way kidding.
“You okay, love?” Jay’s worried voice, still heavy with sleep didn’t contain his normal nurse calm.
“Umm, yeah. I think it worked.”
“What worked?” Poor sleepy alpha.
“Our induction methods.”
He was out of bed and had clothes on in fifteen seconds flat.
Baby time.