“Who’s your daddy? Say it!” Rich was pounding into me now, fast and hard the way we liked it. I wanted to grab my cock and give it a helping pump because I was right there, dammit! I couldn’t, though, I needed both hands to brace myself on the bed. Rich was thrusting so hard that my knees were sliding on the smooth sheet.

Slap! His heavy hand smacked my ass as he demanded a second time. “Say my name, Dusty! Who’s your daddy?”

“Y-you are, Richard! Richard’s my daddy!” I gasped and rocked back hard as a streak of white lightning zipped down my spine. “Nggh... Babe! I’m not gonna la—” I froze in place as spurts of jizz spilled over the sheet beneath me.

“Fuck, yeah! Squeeze that ass for daddy,” Rich grunted as he spastically jerked his hips and chased his own release. I moaned with pleasure when I felt that hot cum shoot up inside me. His hard body fell over my back and rode me down as I flopped down onto my stomach.

We lay there panting for several minutes, catching our breath after that fantastic fuck. I relished the weight of my husband, enjoyed the feel of his hot, sweaty flesh pressing against the length of my body, sandwiching me against the mattress.

After another moment, Rich pulled out and rolled off me. I fought that familiar feeling of emptiness that always hit me once our bodies were no longer connected. He rose and went into the bathroom. A second later I heard the sound of running water. I rolled off the wet spot and watched as he walked back in with a towel in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other.

My eyes roamed up his long, hard body, admiring the ripple and flow of those toned muscles as he quickly came closer with each measured stride. I smiled at how my usually perfectly groomed husband’s silver hair was mussed from our loving.

As if reading my mind, Rich grinned and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back into place. “We should change the sheets; we made a mess.” His eyes scanned the bed with a hint of distaste.

“Babe. It’s just my side, I can deal with putting a towel down. I’m too fluid to move right now. You fucked me into jelly again.”

Rich shot me a knowing grin and stopped to spread the towel out before coming around and sitting on the edge of the bed. Gently but thoroughly, he began to meticulously wipe me clean with the wet cloth. Once he was satisfied, the cloth got perfectly tossed into the hamper before he joined me in bed.

I scooted over to give him room, not that we needed much. Our king-size bed was almost a waste, given that Rich liked to hold me snugly against him while we slept. And how many nights I spent alone in it while he was away. I adored the comfort of being his little spoon, which only made the nights he was gone working that much harder to bear.

“Mmm, that was good, hon. Missed you this week.” Rich’s smooth voice in my ear, the steely grip of his arms holding me against that strong, furry chest, these were everything that meant home to me.

“I missed you, too. It gets lonely rattling around this big house by myself. Do I get you long this time, or is this just a short layover before another series of hops? I forget, your calendar is such a mess this month.”

Rich sighed, his arm going lax around my waist. “I’m here for the next three days then I’m gone for five. The calendar isn’t a mess, babe. You have to actually open it to read it. I keep it updated whenever there’s a change. I don’t know why you have a smartphone when you only use it for calls and texting. It’s mind boggling.”

I wasn’t going to have this argument again. Especially after he’d been gone all week and was apparently only home for a few days. I was online so much with my job as a freelance graphic artist, that I abhorred electronics in my free time. If he wanted me to know his fucking schedule, he needed to write it on the big-ass wall calendar that hung in my office.

His arm tightened again. “I’m sorry, Dusty. I don’t mean to be such a prick, and I don’t want to pick a fight. I just want to feel you in my arms and listen to you breathe. It’s good to be home, you know?”

Pulling his hand up, I entwined our fingers and kissed his knuckles before lowering our joined hands to my waist again. “I agree. Let’s not fight, it’s too nice to have you home to waste time on that shit.”

“Any word from the surrogacy agency?”

“Babe. Don’t you think I would have greeted you with that? After all these years of trying to convince you that we’d be awesome dads? Please. I’ll probably take out an ad to shout it out across the world on Facebook when we find the one.”

“Why not The New York Times while you’re at it?” He chuckled against my neck as he gently kissed below my ear.

“Pfft. The New York Times? You’re showing your age, babe. Only you and the other stiffs and fogies read actual newspapers these days. The rest of the planet gets their news like civilized humans: on social media.”

“I’m not going to dignify that civilized comment, babe. But the last time I checked? Thirty-nine does not a fogey make.”

“Age is just a number, babe. Just because you aren’t sixty doesn’t mean you aren’t a senior citizen at heart, right?”

Rich chuckled and tightened his hold again. “Don’t push it or I’ll bend you over and show you how virile this old fogey is all over again.”

I snorted. “While I have every faith in your refractory period, we both know that your ass is too tired to deal with a second round of cleanup. That’s why you didn’t let yourself knot me tonight. You wanted to make sure you could clean up before you passed out.”

Rich chuckled softly. “I’m sorry. I just hate the feeling of dried cum in the morning. But you know as well as I do that my knot only comes out after some serious edging or a long slow session. Hard and fast never gives my knot time to pop.”

“True,” I agreed. “And about the surrogacy thing? Is it going to start a fight if I ask to revisit the idea of using a female omega or even adopting an older child?”

“I’m sorry, Dusty.” Rich sighed. “I just feel like it’s rare enough for two alphas to be married in our society. I like the idea of having a male omega carry our child, since neither of us would have chosen a female omega.”

“Bullshit. I’ve seen your omega porn. You get off to the images of the pregnant men, admit it.”

Rich sighed against my back and flexed his hips. “You’re not wrong. I do like the idea of seeing a man grow ripe with my seed. But that’s not the body I fell in love with, is it? Having a male omega as a surrogate and you in my bed is the perfect solution. You get your baby, I get the male carrier, it’s a win for both of us.”

“Our baby, Rich. Whichever one of our sperm takes root, the baby belongs to both of us. Although, an older child could be both of ours, too, just sayin’. I don’t understand your reticence there.”

“Dusty. Children are sticky, dirty, filthy little cretins. They destroy your home, sap your youth, and cost a mint. The only way I can see myself wanting one of them in our life is if they are biologically ours. Besides, if we get them fresh from the oven, then maybe there’s a chance of teaching them not to be messy.”

I bit back a laugh. It had taken me seven years to talk my husband of a decade to be willing to have a child. There was no way that I was going to discourage him with the truth of how absurd his logic was. Once the omega was pregnant? Maybe then. Or not. It depended on how much he pissed me off during the pregnancy.

“You got quiet,” Rich said softly. “You think I’m an asshole, don’t you?”

“No, I get it. You want the whole package from birth. I’m just happy to get whatever we get. I’m going to love every step of our journey through parenthood, but to be honest? I’m looking forward to bake sales, cub scout meetings, and all that stuff more than diapers, teething, and potty training.”

“You’ve just convinced me on this parenthood thing, babe. Maybe wait until the bun is in the oven before we talk teething and potty training? I’m still a flight risk at this point.”

I snorted. “Cute. My pilot hubby is a flight risk. Literally. And don’t even joke about shit like that. You know I’ll be obsessing over it the whole time you’re gone.”

“Dusty. It was a joke, babe. Don’t obsess, I wouldn’t have said I was in if I wasn’t. You know me. Once I make up my mind, I’m committed. If I’m not, I don’t agree. Simple as that, right?”

“That’s true. I’m just a wreck with all these surrogates not choosing us. I want our family, Richard. I want a child to love and nurture. Is it too much to ask that one of these sexist, racist, or whatever ‘‘ist’ you call it omegas would just fucking pick us? Yeah, we’re two alphas. Get over it, bitches. Love is fucking love, right?”

Rich sighed and kissed my neck again. “I know, babe. It’s hard to be the one being prejudiced against. And it’s even more difficult to swallow when it comes from a segment of society that you’d think would be above it, given how often they are mistreated. But omegas are the ones known to be the nurturers, and many of them have a hard time realizing that an alpha might be capable of it. Betas, maybe. But an alpha? Heaven forbid!”

“Just tell me it will all work out, and that I’m being impatient. My mind has been spinning all week while I was home alone. I need to quit getting into my head so much and wait for us to be chosen.”

“Dusty, it will work out and you do need to get out of your head. Trust the process. Our turn will come, you’ll see. Soon enough we’ll have a pregnant omega waddling around, swollen with one of our seeds. Close your eyes and picture that imagery as you drift off to pleasant dreams.”

“And there you go with the preggo omega porn images. Such a perv.”

Rich yawned softly. “Hey, whatever gets that freak flag flying. I don’t judge you for wanting me to tie you up and make you call me ‘Daddy’, now do I? Give me my preggo fantasy, babe. This is as close as I’m getting to it. Fantasy.”

I snorted as I closed my heavy eyelids and let myself float. “I love you, Rich. I’m so glad you’re home. Now go ahead dream about pregnant men. I’m passing out.”

The sound of his quiet laughter lulled me right off to sleep.