Sometime near the end of May

I turned to Kent and Tom after we'd closed the shop for the last time before I took my paternity leave. Honestly, I was rarely there the past few months anyway. Between my swollen ankles and sore back, it was a wonder that I ever left the house.

“Now remember, Tom. Kent is the candy-maker. Stay out of his kitchen. No going in there and bugging him when you're bored like you've always done to me.”

I'd found out around Valentine's Day that Kent was actually really good at making candy. He did well working alone and followed my recipes to perfection. It turned out that all Kent had needed was to find the slot that he fit in best. He'd graduated high school last week, and was now available to take my place and work full-time.

Tom rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement. Tom was my full-time employee now as well. He'd quit The Glazed Bun after I'd offered to make him the manager of Sweet Ballz. We were busy enough that we had a couple high school kids coming in part-time. Tom was amazing at organization, and was actually running a tight ship.

Tom held my arm and helped me down the step to the parking lot. “Easy now, Milo. Tom's got you. Now, is Milo sure that Tom can't tempt Milo into poking into the baby boutique for a minute? There's a new display of the cutest little onesies in the window. Tom needs to check them out.”

I grinned as Tom helped me into the passenger seat of his car. I wasn't driving these days. Partially because Rafe worried since I was so close to my due-date, but mostly because I had a hard time wedging my big gut behind the wheel.

“I would, Tom. But I'm so hungry!” Tom looked at me with a knowing smirk. All I did lately was eat. I'd finish a meal and then go looking for a snack. Growing a baby was hungry work apparently.

Tom backed out of the parking spot and headed toward my place. “Does Rafe have dinner ready for Milo? Because Milo is too fat to cook.”

I glared over at his grinning face. “Watch it with the fat jokes, Tommy-boy. Just wait. Someday you'll be the one that's as big as a house and I'll be ready with payback.”

Tom shuddered with horror. “Gawd, no! Tom will be a wonderful uncle, but Tom has no plans of birthing babies. Nope. Not happening, Milo.”

“What does Ian think about that, Tom?” I asked curiously, because I really didn't know what went on between those two. They were hot and cold with each other, but didn't seem to have any firm understanding or commitment between them.

Tom shrugged carelessly. “If Ian wants babies, Ian is welcome to carry them himself or find another omega. Tom gets bored of Ian sometimes anyway.”

I looked at the brittle smile on his face, and wondered if Tom was bluffing. And if so, how much? Did he want Ian still? Did he really not want children? Who knew with Tom. Right now I was too busy having my own baby to worry about whether Tom wanted any of his own. I'd circle back once I was myself again.

“Tom, you'd let me know if you weren't okay though, right?” I asked quietly.

“Do not worry, Milo. Tom is fine.” He flashed a quick smile at me that didn't quite reach his eyes. Then he sighed softly. “Tom doesn't know what Tom wants right now, Milo. That's the truth of it. And Ian is all party, all the time. But Tom is starting to think that maybe there is more out there. Watching Milo all cozied up with Rafe has made Tom think about the future more.”

I reached over and squeezed his thigh. “Well, you know I'm always around if you want to talk. And there's like a billion spare rooms in our house if you want to come stay for awhile. Especially after the baby comes. I want you to know that my door is always open to you. You're my family, Tommy-boy.”

Tom nodded abruptly, his green eyes suspiciously bright. “Well, as much as Tom appreciates the sweet offer from Milo, Tom must decline to staying in a haunted house.” We both giggled at that and the weird tension between us dissipated.

Rafe was waiting outside when we pulled in the drive. “Oh, my Gawd! Tom! Do you people realize that I'm pregnant, not an invalid? Seriously!”

Tom snorted as he put the car into park. “Sorry, Milo. When the gut enters a room before the omega, people tend to worry.”

I glared over at him as Rafe opened my door. Tom snickered and waved gaily at Rafe. “Milo is all Rafe's now. Watch out for the grumpy omega. It's been a long day.”

Rafe helped me out of the car. I turned back to look at Tom with a pout. “Aren't you coming in? I thought maybe you'd join us for dinner.”

Tom smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, Milo love. Tom has plans at the big-O tonight.”

Rafe said innocently: “Oh, say hey to Ian then. I haven't been able to get in touch with him all week.”

Tom snorted and said quietly: “Join the club. Tom hasn't spoken to Ian either.”

Rafe looked surprised, but stepped back from the car. I blew a kiss at Tom. “Be good tonight, Tommy-boy. Call us if you need a ride or someone to bring bail money.”

Tom grinned and nodded as I shut the door. He backed out and was gone before I even made it to the front door. Rafe asked: “Do I want to know?”

I shrugged. “I've tried to ask, and I'm not getting much either. I think the two of them are on the outs again.”

Rafe said quietly: “Ian's got commitment issues. If things get too serious, he's the first one to leave. Every damn time. If I hear anything, I'll let you know. I know you don't want Tom to get hurt.” I nodded my agreement and bit back a sigh.

“Well, Tom is just as bad. So those two together are either a disaster waiting to happen or the best thing that ever happened to either of them.” I sighed and rubbed at my sore back with a fist. “I guess we'll just watch from the sidelines and see how it plays out.”

“Baby, is your back bothering you again?” Rafe asked after he'd helped me get settled on the couch.

I nodded. “It's really bad today. It comes and goes. But nothing that I can't live with for our baby.” I smiled up at him. “Is it too soon to ask what's for dinner?”

Rafe barked out a laugh. “I had Luigi's deliver a large pepperoni and pineapple pizza right before you got here.”

My eyes lit up when he mentioned my favorite pizza. “Okay, okay. Sit tight, I'll be right back with it, babe.” Rafe left to get the pizza while I leaned back and plopped my feet onto the coffee table with a happy groan of contentment.

“Oh, man. I'm so happy to finally be in bed!” I moaned as Rafe massaged my back while I laid on my side. “Ooh, yeah, right there.”

Rafe's massaging hands moved down to squeeze my butt while he moved closer and kissed the nape of my neck. “You know what, baby? Your massage moans sound remarkably similar to your sexy-time moans.” His hand slipped around to grip my already hard dick. “Does massage turn my man on?”

“Mmhmm.” I moaned, pushing into his grip. I looked back over my shoulder. “I'm not saying no, you know.”

Rafe chuckled and nipped at my earlobe. “Baby? I'd be surprised if you were.” I grinned, knowing as well as Rafe did how horny that pregnancy had made me. I pushed my butt up against his hard cock, giving a little wiggle of invitation.

“Oh, it's like that, huh? Someone looking for a little more than a massage?” His hand was working my dick now, stroking me with a firm grip while he nibbled at my ear. The combination of his warm breath on my skin and the tickle of his goatee had me squirming for more.

“Baby?” I moaned as my head rolled back against his. “Get the lube.”

Rafe chuckled and released me long enough to retrieve the lube from his nightstand drawer. “How will it be the most comfortable for you, baby? Want to ride me or spoon?” Our options were limited now, due to the sheer size of my baby belly and my recent back pain.

“Spoon me, hon. I'm just gonna lie here like a lazy ass and let you have your way with me, okay?” I bent my knee and shifted to give him easier access.

His lubed finger slipped up inside my hole. I shivered with delight as a second went in to join the first. Rafe kissed along my neck and shoulders while his fingers worked my hole. He hit that magical little bundle of nerves with both fingers at once.

“Rafe!” I groaned as he rubbed me almost to completion right there. “I'm good, babe. Fill me now. Enough teasing.”

Rafe shifted down a little and lifted my leg up with a firm grip on my thigh. He pushed the head of his cock against my tight ring of muscle and slowly eased inside. His thumb stroked the side of my thigh where he held it. He slowly pushed in and then slid out of my love tunnel. Pushing back with my hips, I rocked against him desperately.

Reading my cues, Rafe pushed in harder on the next thrust. He lifted my arm with his free hand and leaned over my chest to get at my nipple. My balls were so tight, I was right at the edge already. My vision blurred as lightening streaked through my body. Rafe bit down on my nipple as he thrust faster. Harder. Deeper. His fat cock brushed up against that magical little nerve bundle with each rock of his hips.

Pulling off my nipple, he nuzzled my armpit while never losing rhythm. He moved around my arm to get to my face. Plunging his tongue into my mouth, Rafe kissed me hard and rough. His hips were pounding against me now.

With a loud groan, I threw my head back as ropes of cum suddenly shot across the bed in front of me. I clenched all my muscles as I came. I felt his cock swell inside of me as my channel hugged him when I clenched up. Rafe growled into my mouth as his hips jerked a few times then slowed.

He broke our kiss and licked a stripe down my neck before planting a kiss on my shoulder. I could feel the heat of his release inside me as I lay panting against him. He lowered my leg and carefully pulled out. While I lay recovering from our passion, Rafe got up from the bed.

He went into the bathroom, only to return a moment later with a wet towel. He lovingly cleaned me up, then kissed the swell of my stomach before carrying the towel back into the bathroom. Seconds later he was crawling back into bed and snuggling up behind me.

His arm came around my waist, his hand resting on my stomach protectively. “Good night, Milo. I love you, my little pumpkin spiced omega.” He whispered this against my ear.

I smiled sleepily and murmured: “I love you too, Rafe. So much more than I can ever say. Good night, hon.” Safe in his arms, I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up a few hours later. My back was clenched into a tight spasm while a white-hot pain pierced my gut. I was drenched in sweat, and unable to move. I screamed out as the pain deepened.

Rafe jerked awake behind me, his head lifting as spoke drowsily. “Milo? What's wrong, baby?”

“I don't know. It hurts! Make it stop, Rafe! Oh, fuuuuck!” Rafe's hand came down against my belly as I writhed in agony.

“I'm calling 911, I think these are contractions. Your gut is hard and tight. I don't like the way your covered in sweat either. Shit, baby. Hold on!”

Rafe sat up and grabbed his cell off the nightstand. I barely understood him as he spoke into the phone, the pain was too fucking intense. After that, everything was a blur.

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