Mark

When I opened my eyes I saw Landon’s naked body, and his massive cock, hovering over me. He reached down and stroked his length while he gazed down at me.

“I wanted that in my mouth,” I said, eyeing the pre-come that was dripping off the head.

“I’m fine doing this. I like looking at you. You’re so goddamned sexy.”

“Are you serious? My stomach is enormous, and I’m retaining so much water I feel like I must weigh three-hundred pounds.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re gorgeous,” he said, stroking his cock while he stared at me.

“I’m serious, Landon,” I said as I gazed at his cock. “I want that in my mouth.”

“Just relax. I don’t want you to do any work. I’m taking care of you right now.”

“It’s not work. Especially if you get on top of me and fuck my mouth. I won’t be lifting a finger,” I said, moving my hands out to show him that I wouldn’t be using them.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I really am perfectly fine with looking at your gorgeous body while I stroke myself.”

“Get up here,” I said as I wiggled my body down the bed a bit. “I’m not going to be satisfied until I taste you.”

“If you say so,” Landon said, throwing one of his legs over my head. He held his cock in his hand and pressed the head against my lips, circling them for a moment before he pushed it in. I felt a warm surge fill me as the scent and taste of Landon surrounded me, and at the sight of his cock disappearing further and further down my throat. Landon put his hands on either side of my head, then put all his weight on them as he pumped himself in and out of me.

I couldn’t control the moans that came out of my throat as he moved in and out of my mouth, and as he did, my cock grew hard again. It had been getting more and more difficult to grab ahold of my cock as my pregnancy progressed, but I twisted a bit and somehow managed it. Landon continued to thrust himself into my mouth and I joined him by running my hand up and down my own shaft.

I could tell by his breathing and by how hard his cock was that Landon was close, and that brought me to the edge too. When Landon made his final, deep thrust inside me, I climaxed at the exact same time, and as his massive stream shot down my throat, I felt my own warmth stream all over my belly.

I gripped Landon’s ass with my free hand and continued to suck him until he’d been milked dry. When I released him, he moved off of me, then glanced down at my belly.

“You came again,” he said with a smile.

“We came at the same time.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of the amazing sight in front of me. My incredible alpha mate who had made me happier than he will ever know. I wanted to stay in the sex fort with him forever, but now that we had made love, I was ravenous. “I love you, Landon,” I said as I felt him wiping the come off my stomach. “But where’s that lo mein.”

* * *

It was a week before my due date when I woke up to an incredible pain deep inside me, and I knew exactly what was happening. It was still dark in the bedroom and when I glanced at the clock I realized it was early morning.

I knew this day was coming. I’d been thinking about it for months, and planning for it for weeks. But no matter how much you prepare—no matter how many videos you watch, or how many books you read, or how many online quizzes you take—there's absolutely no way to know how you’re going to react in the moment when things really start moving. Partly because you know there’s nothing you can do at this point to stop the inevitable from happening, even if you wanted to.

"Landon," I said, grabbing him by the arm and shaking him hard. "Landon!"

Landon moved his head back and forth a couple times and asked me if I was hungry and what time it was, but I knew he wasn't awake yet. So I grabbed both of his arms and shook him again. "Landon! "

That did it. He sat straight up in bed and his eyes flew open. "What? Mark? What’s going on? Is it time? Is it time?" His eyes were wide and he was looking around the room for me, like he didn’t know where either one of us was. I grabbed his wrist and tugged on it again.

“I’m over here,” I said. “Wow, you were really out of it.”

Landon didn’t seem to hear what I said. He just looked at me with sheer panic in his eyes. “What’s going on?” he asked again.

"I think it's time, honey. I can feel something … happening."

Landon jumped out of bed and turned on the lights, then started pulling clothes out of drawers and throwing them over his shoulder like a maniac.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I don't know what to wear. What should I wear?" he said as he pulled open a new drawer and started pulling more clothes out.

“Anything. It doesn’t matter. We’re not going to a beauty contest,” I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and pushing myself up. I waddled over to the closet and slipped my feet into some shoes. “Jeans and a T-shirt are perfectly appropriate for the hospital, and I can see about six of each of those on the floor behind you. Just pick something.” I was perfectly fine with what I had on—a T-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms that Landon had found for me. The pants were the most incredibly comfortable things I’d put on in the last couple months, so I had him go back to where he found them and buy me ten more pairs. That way I didn't have to worry about doing laundry and I always had something clean to wear.

All I needed was a bathrobe and my overnight bag and I was set. After I wrapped my flannel robe around me, I turned back around, and Landon was staring at the pile of clothes on the floor like he didn't know what to do with them. I picked up a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that had landed on the bed and handed them to him. "Just put these on,” I said. “And don’t forget shoes. I’ll meet you out in the car.”

"You’re not carrying that thing out there,” he said as he pulled a shirt over his head.

"I can carry a bag, Landon. It barely weighs anything.”

"I said, leave it.” I watched as Landon pulled on his jeans without any underwear. “Just start moving; I’ll catch up with you,” he said as he stuffed one of his sockless feet into a sneaker.

I rolled my eyes and set the bag down, then shuffled out into the hallway. By the time I made it to the garage door, I heard Landon banging down the hall behind me. He slipped his hand in front of me and turned the knob, then opened the door for me. After I shuffled through the doorway, he ran around me and opened the passenger door.

"Are you okay?” Landon asked as he slid into the car seat next to me. He had a panicked look on his face and his eyes were wide. “Is everything okay?”

"Yeah, I'm fine. We just need to get to the hospital."

“Okay.” Landon looked back at the dashboard and started the car.

When he put the car in reverse I laid my hand on his. "You might want to open the garage door first."

He looked up into the rearview mirror and let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I don’t know why I’m so scattered. I think I’m finally awake now.” He hit the button for the garage door and it went up, then he put his foot on the gas and we flew backward down the driveway, the sound of screeching tires echoing down the empty street.

Before he put the car in drive, Landon grabbed the portable flasher and threw it up on top of the car.

“You’re kidding. You’re not going to use that, are you?”

“Of course I am. This is an emergency! Now make sure you’re buckled in and hold on! I’ve got this!”

Landon took off down the residential street and quickly made his way to an intersection. He sounded his horn and checked to make sure the cross traffic had stopped, then sailed through the red light. I wanted to tell him to slow the hell down, but I knew it was pointless. He was taking the job of getting me to the hospital very seriously.

About halfway there, it occurred to me how incredibly calm I was. I never in a million years imagined on the day that I went into labor I would be more relaxed than Landon. After watching all those videos and hearing so many omegas tell their stories about getting to the hospital—about all the things that could possibly have gone wrong actually going wrong, about all the pain, and the hours of labor—I thought I’d be in hysterics the day my baby came.

But here I was, calmly riding along while Landon screeched around corners and blew through stoplights. But I knew that even as hair-brained as he was acting, Landon had everything under control. I’d seen him drive like a stuntman before—when we were out chasing down criminals—and he was pulling some of the same moves as he ferried the two of us to the hospital.

As we weaved in and out of traffic, I thought about how Landon had been right all along. What he’d said about all those videos doing absolutely nothing to prepare me for what was really going to happen. How every omega was different, that no one person’s labor was the same as anybody else's. This was my own experience and it was playing out in its own unique way.

And even what my brother had said about each person being different—that was so true too. There were things about me that were different now, but I was still the same person, with the same ability to handle tough situations.

Which was another thing Landon was totally right about. And it was actually something I hadn’t been able to admit to myself until that very moment. When Landon told me how much he admired my strength, I thought it was some big line. I knew that I had always wanted to be strong, like an alpha. But I was too close to see it in me. Landon told me that he believed it was the thing that was going to get me through this. And as I sat there next to him in the car, I realized it was true. I was just as strong as any alpha, and I always had been.

As we pulled up to the emergency room entrance, I felt more sure than I ever had in my life. I knew that this was the life I wanted—the one I’d been wanting all along. And it could only have happened when I gave up needing to prove myself as a beta and let myself be an omega.

I looked at Landon and saw the love in his eyes as he helped me out of the car. And when I thought back to the moment when I first realized I’d become an omega—when I found out that I was pregnant with Landon’s baby—I couldn’t believe that this was what I was so afraid of. Because this was the most wonderful moment I’d ever experienced in my life. And I knew that it was just going to get better from here.