Months later…

“Babe, can you grab my tummy butter? I swear, my whole stomach is covered in stretch marks now,” I said.

I posed in front of the closet mirror, draping a salmon-colored maternity dress on top of my body. “Wow.” I sighed and threw the dress into the corner.

“Here you go, darling,” Jason said. I slathered the cream over my womb and sat down. “I’m too tired to go. You just go by yourself.”

Jason held three ties up to his Armani suit. He laughed. “You don’t have to go. It’s just the practice show. Maybe I’m a little too overexcited. But, James in a Harry Potter play? I need to be there.”

I was desperate to get out of this body. It weighed me down in every direction possible, and ensured that I couldn’t do anything worthwhile. I thought the second month was bad, but then came the third.

Now that I’m on my ninth month, I feel like a total alien. It was honestly hard for me to be around people, even those I loved.

“You’re such a good dad, Jason. I’ll go to the play tonight, but if I feel too bad, I might leave. I just feel a little off today,” I said.

Jason picked a tie and draped it around his neck. “Is it the separation thing again?” Jason asked.

“I feel two things at once. On the one hand, I feel like crap all of the time. My body is just being used up on an hourly basis. But then, I think about having the baby, and it makes me a little depressed. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him in my womb,” I said.

Jason probably thought I was crazy. Alphas had no idea how omegas felt during their pregnancy. But Jason knelt down next to me and kissed my stomach with gentleness. He then rested his ear against my womb. “I can’t fathom how it must feel, but I’m in awe of you. I really am,” he said.

I hugged him and then sighed with pain. “Sorry. My bladder hurts right now,” I said.

Jason slipped the tie through the loop and tightened it against his neck. He sprayed his cologne three times and rubbed his hands together, smiling in the mirror. He was totally cheesy, but it made me laugh.

“Baby, just stay home. I don’t want you to have to suffer tonight. The doctor said it could be any day now,” Jason said.

“Yeah, and that’s what I’m fearing the most. I feel like Kennedy is coming today. He’s been kicking like crazy, and the cramps are starting to get a little too painful for liking,” I said.

“Well, then I’m staying home too,” Jason said. He took his tie off and pocketed it. “I don’t want to leave my omega hanging.”

“No,” I groaned. “James looked so cute as Malfoy. You have to go,” I said.

“I’ll go Friday,” he said. “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. I need to be there for you.”

“Well, you don’t have to, but thank you,” I said.

The past seven months had been kind of insane. We sold the old house in Idaho and took a long road trip to Astoria, Oregon. We fell in love with a few houses, but the one we chose fit our vibe so well.

It was a three-story Victorian home. It was like something out of our dreams. We submitted the down payment, and the rest was history.

Trent was tending to himself as much as he could. He collected the insurance to his burned down home, and sergeant Daily was forced to throw out the case against him after he was fired for misconduct. Now, Trent was trying to give back.

Trent had vowed to give back in the only way that he could. He sacrificed a lot of himself to help Lawrence through his days, but he also started putting in the work with the family roofing business. He was turning into someone I really respected.

“Hey, guys!” Lawrence walked into our room and ducked his head inside the closet. “Trent and I are going to take Lawrence to the auditorium. You don’t even have your clothes ready? Are you even coming?”

I pouted my lips and slumped back against the velvet dress chair. “We’re going to go on Friday,” Jason said. “Your brother isn’t feeling too great.”

“Don’t mind me. I’m just about to give birth over here,” I said. The thought quickened my heartbeat. I let my face plummet into my palms. “I just scared myself a little,” I said.

Both Lawrence and Jason covered me in their hugs. “Schwartzy, you’re going to have a safe pregnancy. Don’t worry. The doctor said you were in tip-top shape,” Lawrence said.

“Yeah, and they’ll have you on so many drugs that you won’t even feel it,” Jason added.

“Ugh. I’ve never even undergone surgery before. I’m so freaked!” I exclaimed.

“Well, I’ll be in that room with you,” Jason said. “And I’ll be there every step of the way.” Sometimes, those were the only words I needed to hear.

I heard James’ rushing footsteps clump against the wooden staircase. “Dad!” James stuck the end of the wand through the door and slowly revealed himself. “Sectumsempra!”

Jason fell to the floor, writhing in pain. “You killed me,” Jason whispered. His tongue draped over his cheek.

“No, I didn’t.” James grinned and jumped into Jason’s arms.

“Are you ready for tonight, dear?” I asked James.

“Yes!” He nodded his head with excitement. “You look beautiful today, daddy. Are we going to have a brother soon?”

I steadily stood up from my seat and kissed James’ cute face. “I think it’s going to happen tonight, but your dad doesn’t believe me. I can feel him. He wants out,” I said.

“Dad doesn’t know too much sometimes,” James whispered.

“Hey!” Jason laughed. “I do too.”

“Just joking, dad,” he said.

Jason set him back down and gave him the talk about why we wouldn’t be going to both nights. He explained that it was safer for us to stay home tonight, but that we’d definitely be there on Friday. The kid was a little bummed out, but as soon as Trent honked the horn outside, he seemed to forget the issue altogether.

The contractions increased before they settled again. Jason lay on the bed with me, clutching his hands around my bare stomach. My underwear clung around my waist. My chest looked inflated.

Jason kissed down my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Chills ran through my spine as his breath hit the inside of my ear. “If you’re wondering what I’m doing right now, I’m just trying to fuck my beautiful omega. Is that such a crime?”

I was permanently in a heightened state of arousal, so any source of pleasure felt a million times more intense. Of course, Jason knew that and loved to take advantage. I wasn’t complaining. He truly wanted me, no matter how I looked.

I giggled and arched my ass back against him. “It’s not a crime,” I whispered. “The doctor said we should fuck often.”

“Well, if the doctor said it, we have to,” Jason said.

I could already feel his hard cock against the back of my thigh, slowly drifting upward toward my hole. I was already soaking. Something about the pregnancy made me permanently lubricated and ready for him.

“I love you, Schwartz. Always will,” he whispered.

“I love you more than you can imagine,” I said.

I felt his smooth cock enter me. My rim expanded around him without effort. Jason slowly thrust his hips, pushing in deeper. He shook with pleasure, moaning, “I’m going to miss fucking you when you’re pregs. We might have to do this all over again, darling.”

“Speak for yourself,” I said.

Overtime, we became the filthiest parents in the neighborhood. Sometimes, we didn’t close the blinds. Because the family was gone, we could be as loud as we wanted.

The light slapping sound from behind my ass pushed me toward a fast orgasm. I can’t explain these things – no one ever told me that sex was something entirely different when you were carrying. But within ten pumps, I had already lost it.

His hands tickled down my breasts, slowly moving against my lathered belly. “Mmm,” he moaned.

Jason gripped my cock, and my eyes shot open. “I’m cumming, Jason. I’m fucking cumming!” I screamed.

“Already?!” he exclaimed.

“Uhh!” I let out a deep grunt of satisfaction.

Jason thrust faster. “Wait for me,” he said. “I’m going to cum too.” His warm hands gripped my now large ass. “Oh, fuck. Here it comes, baby,” he whispered. I felt his cum pour into me. He spilled every last drop of his seed with a loud thunderous roar for added effect.

He slowly pulled out, sighing with great pleasure. I felt a sudden release of pressure. “My horny alpha,” I whispered.

Jason’s attention was directed toward the mattress. I glanced down and felt another whoosh of fluids exit my body. “Oh, God,” I whispered.

Jason ran and grabbed a towel and a pair of clothes. “I don’t know how you knew, but you called it. We need to go to the doctor’s office, right now,” he said.

I immediately felt full of worry, but there was also a sense of excitement vibrating through my body. “Okay, um. Can you help me down the stairs?” I asked.

Jason threw everything that we needed into a bag and held my body upright. He carefully walked me down the stairs and lifted me into the truck. He started the engine and drove to the hospital.

“It’s okay. Take your time. We have a good twelve hours,” I said. I smiled and closed my eyes, starting to breath in deeply through the nose. I exhaled through my mouth and did my best to calm my mind.

Jason was careful not to speed, but his intensity was painted all over him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Here’s some water. Are you in pain?” he asked.

I let out a shaky laugh. “Babe, I’m fine. I just need to relax until we get there.”

My fiancé was more nervous than I was. Ten minutes later, a team of nurses who had been expecting us escorted us through the brightly lit hallways of the hospital. I was led into a sterile room with a window overlooking the town. Outside, a big rainbow glimmered in the distance. The doctor entered the room.

“Doctor Peterson! Thank god, you’re here,” Jason said.

The doctor was a tall, thin man with a brunt mustache that covered over his top lip. He bore a trustworthy face and a gentle attitude.

Over the months, he had been there to answer all our questions and squelch our fears. It gave me great ease to see him.

He slapped on a pair of gloves after sanitizing his hands and wrists. “You’re right on schedule! How lovely!” he announced. “Do you have a name yet?”

“Kennedy,” I said, proudly.

“I love it!” he exclaimed. “So, now I have to get to the icky stuff, but don’t worry. You’re in good hands right now.”

“Do your thing, doc,” Jason said.

“I’m just going to ease in here. Sorry, daddy. I’m checking the dilation just to make sure everything looks and feels okay,” he said. I felt a slight pinch of pressure and then a release.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

He smiled and snapped his gloves into the bin. “Good news, all around,” Doctor Peterson said. “We have some time.”

The door opened, and a young man walked in with a set of tools, as well as the epidural kit. “This is nurse Ebarb. He’s going to set the epidural up for you when the time comes. I’ll periodically check on you, but you have a few hours until things start going,” Doctor Peterson said.

“Thank you, doctor,” Jason replied.

Once I was settled in and absolutely freaking out, the contractions started to pick up. The pain was worse than I thought. It rose and fell, like harsh waves growing with intensity. Each hour that passed seemed to push me into a new, unfamiliar state of being.

Jason did his best to calm my nerves. He turned on soothing music and massaged my shoulders, but I couldn’t concentrate at all. It felt like a godsend once the nurse and doctor walked into the room again because I knew what that meant. DRUGS!

“Oh, please tell me it’s time for the epidural,” I said.

Nurse Ebarb winked. “The time has come,” he said.

“Will it hurt?” I asked him, starting to worry when I saw just what an epidural looked like. I shut my eyes with haste and swung my hand up for Jason to take.

“You’ll feel some sensation,” he said. Some sensation. I held my eyes closed and sucked my lips back. I was freaking out more about this stupid needle than the actual labor pains.

But sure enough, the procedure was quick and relatively painless. The sweet relief from the drugs flooded my body until I could barely keep my eyes open.

Doctor Peterson put up the green curtain and engaged in the C-section. I thought that would be terrible, but I was pretty dazed and aloof at that point.

Jason held my hands, even when I dozed off for a few minutes. I remembered hearing him say, “He’s coming, darling. He’s coming!” I creaked my eyes open. Our nurse held our baby and snipped the chord.

My eyes shot wide open. “Oh my God!” I yelled. “Jason!” It was unexplainable, but perhaps something akin to realizing your true destiny. We had walked in the shadows for so long, and now we had found the answer to everything.

“Kennedy,” Jason murmured. Tears dripped out of his eyes.

Jason became a bumbling mess of emotion. The nurse cleaned our baby off and handed him to Jason. Kennedy was here in the world, and our lives were going to grow more complicated because of it. The weirdest part was that I was okay with that. I even wanted it to happen!

“Congratulations,” Doctor Peterson whispered. “I’ll check up on you one more time, but I’ll give you some peace.”

“Oh, thank you, doctor,” I said. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

Peterson smiled and kissed my hand. “Both of you will make wonderful parents,” he said.

Jason knelt down, holding Kennedy in his arms. Our child didn’t cry or fuss. He was content in the world, which was a significant departure from his cry-baby parents.

“You’re going to achieve all of your dreams,” Jason whispered to Kennedy. Our baby’s eyes seemed to widen. “Do you want to say hi to your omega? Here you go, Kennedy. This is your daddy.”

Kennedy’s soft body draped onto my chest. I lost it, silently crying tears of joy, love, and understanding. “Hi, Kennedy. I’m your dadda. You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen.” Kennedy’s fingers wrapped around my breast.

Jason laughed, heartily. “He’s hungry for that tit, daddy.”

I couldn’t even roll my eyes at his comments because I was so freakin’ happy.

The storm had passed. The fires had dissipated. Now, all that was left was a complete transformation. I had everything I wanted. It was time to give Kennedy the rest.