Chapter Nineteen
Titus
I sat straight up in the morning, my bear mentally shaking me awake. At first, I thought we had an intruder, a new scent lingered in the air, so strongly I looked around our bedroom and even under the bed to see whose face I needed to bite off.
Young.
My bear murmured the word to me. If I was in my animal form, he would be on his hind legs, chest puffed out, proud as all king dick that our mate was with child.
That was the scent, you idiot.
I looked over at Randy who was now stirring while Nixon was out cold, mouth open, legs sprawled everywhere.
“You smell that?” I whispered, knowing Randy could hear me.
“Already? Fuuuuckk. Hope he doesn’t freak out.”
“We’ll deal with that when it happens. Hungry, mate?”
He sat up and rubbed his eyes and then his bare back. As he stood, he scratched his pert ass, and I chuckled, such a guy thing to do.
“Starving. Want me to cook?”
I waited as he crossed around the foot of the bed and kissed me good and hard. “No, I’ve got it. No patients today.”
He nodded and tossed me some shorts before putting some on himself. Such a shame.
“Let’s let him sleep. How are you with French toast?” he said within a yawn.
“Excellent. Come on. We need coffee.”
We padded into the kitchen and shut the door on our omega. He would need sleep at the very least in the coming months along with enough food to feed an army.
“Get the griddle out of the pantry. You’re going to need it,” Randy said, turning on the news and helping by grabbing some things out of the fridge. It was like he read my mind sometimes.
“I didn’t think it would happen the first time,” I said, more to myself, but Randy nodded.
“Well, there was more than one time last night and this morning.”
I snorted. He wasn’t wrong. Five would be a more appropriate number.
“True. We still have honey wheat from the bakery?”
He didn’t answer but handed me three loaves along with eggs, sausage, bacon, and heavy cream.
While I cooked breakfast and made us both coffee, Randy stood next to me and flirted, mostly referring to the abundance of sausage. My mate got me.
“He’s awake,” Randy said, and I listened, hearing the toilet and then the sink.
“Should we tell him, or see if he figures it out,” I asked, truly not knowing what solution was best for our omega.
“Let’s play it by ear.”
Nixon opened the door to the bedroom and, with a smile on his face and nothing more, came in and kissed each of us in turn. He leaned against Randy’s chest as I finished up the bacon.
“I’m starving,” Nixon mumbled around a piece of sausage in his mouth. “Do we still have fruit salad from yesterday? The one with cream cheese and honey?”
He left Randy’s embrace and began rummaging through the refrigerator. He found the fruit salad and stuck a string cheese in his mouth for good measure.
“I guess this is how it’s going to be for a while. Maybe I should get another job.” Randy chuckled and brought the plates of food to the table.
“Why am I so damned hungry?” Nixon said, and then the color rushed from his face and his mouth opened.
Yeah, he knew.
“No way.” He looked down at his belly as though it would tell him the truth of the matter.
“Yes way.” I took the rest of the food to the table and sat down, holding out a hand for our mate. “Come sit and eat. Everything is going to be fine. You happen to have a doctor for a mate.”
He gazed at me and then at Randy. “I don’t know two shits about being a dad.”
“Come here, omega mine,” I cooed and held out my arms for him. He came willingly and sat on my lap. “We’ll figure this all out together. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Right now, I just want you to eat and let it all sink in. We’re here for you, and we love you.”
After a few minutes, his stomach made the decision for him. He moved to a chair between us and poured honey all over his breakfast, including the sausage and bacon. He reached for the coffee, but I made him pause with my hand over his.
“Caffeine is not so good for the baby. How about some chamomile with honey?”
Nixon nodded but didn’t look pleased.
“I think I need more bees,” Randy chuckled.
We spent the morning taking things slow. We decided on a backsplash for our new kitchen and let Nixon pick out a color for the spare bedroom, which would now be a nursery. He chose the lightest of grays.
“In about a month, I’d like to get you in for an exam. Just to listen to the heartbeat and such. Bear cubs grow pretty fast, so we will be able to see him or her on the ultrasound.”
“Do we have to…?” Nixon stalled with his question. Whatever it was made him blush like hell.
“Do we have to what?” Randy pulled him onto his lap while I finished up the dishes.
“Can we… I mean, can we still mate?”
Randy and I laughed hard.
“It’s perfectly safe to continue having sex throughout the pregnancy, Nixon. Keep asking those questions. That’s what I’m here for.”
I dried my hands on a towel and turned around.
“That’s all you’re here for?” Randy winked at me, his right hand already pumping Nixon’s engorged cock up and down while our omega had his head tipped back.
“I can think of some other things.” I walked over to the couch where they sat and shucked my shorts along the way.
Nixon leaned forward, and as Randy continued to work his dick, he took me into his mouth and moved on Randy’s lap until his ass ground against Randy’s groin. Randy pulled his dick out, and we showed Nixon the answer to his question.