A Bundle of Mannies

by Lorelei M. Hart

  “Yes.”

  “Then how could I possibly want anything less for you?”

  “But the kids.” And then the tears made sense. Guilt. My omega was feeling guilty for wanting to further himself instead of sacrificing everything for the kids the way that society had engrained in omegas from the beginning of time. And I loved that he wanted the best for the kids and we would make sure they had everything they needed, but that didn’t mean either of us had to give up our dreams. No, our dreams would help not hinder their ability to grow and flourish in our society.

  “Are loved—so loved. You following your dream is good for them.” And I meant every word.

  “How so?” He bit his lip, his eyes swollen. “They will be with—not us.” The crack in his voice nearly broke my heart. How long had he been holding this all in?

  “They will grow up seeing that an omega can be whoever they want to be. You are being the role model all children need but many never have.” I wrapped my arms around him, guiding him onto my lap and holding him close, wanting to take every bit of hurt and guilt and baggage from him.

  “I don’t know what got into me.” He sniffled. “I was fine and then today as we put their stuffies on their beds...it hit me. My career path is not to be home with them or with them.” He moved my hand to his belly to let me know he meant the little one growing inside of him.

  “And we will make it work so that everyone gets what they need. You can put in for a leave of absence for the spring semester when the baby comes and stay home in the summer, and then we can reevaluate. Who knows, maybe I will apply for a sabbatical next year and write another book or something.” I’d been thinking about it and had gone so far as to look into the details of the hows of making it happen. It was far simpler than I’d ever imagined and it would allow me to work from home, being there for the kids during the hardest year of Beck’s schooling.

  It would also give me time away as things settled from the Ray scandal. He was already sentenced after pleading guilty and his mate arraigned on both state and federal charges for the hacking on top of the witness tampering. Turned out their little attempt to get back at me via my grades was going to keep them in jail far longer than their husband.

  “You would do that for me—for us.”

  “Haven’t you figured out by now that I would do anything for you?” Truer words were never spoken.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Beck

  “Why did we agree to this again?” he asked for the third time since we’d left the house.

  “Because your friends have asked you to go bowling since we got together, and how many times have we gone?”

  “Fine, but I’d rather be home making love to you,” he countered as we turned into the parking lot.

  “You did that on purpose.” I scowled.

  “What?” He smirked as he asked. Oh, he knew. I’d officially reached the horny-all-the-time portion of this pregnancy, and all he had to do was hint at anything sex related and I was ready to go. Like right now.

  “Now I have a boner.” Which he darn well knew. Maybe I should’ve told Larry to get him there himself if he wanted to see him so badly, but I let his little I miss Carter plea get to me, and there I was about to go watch him bowl with my dick hard as a rock and my balls blue.

  “That’s okay, no one can see it.” He did not mention my belly that was now at the size where it arrived in a room a full minute before I did and to think I still had six more weeks. The baby was going to be a toddler. I was going to have to push out a toddler.

  “And why is that, asshat?” I sassed.

  “Because I put a baby in that belly.” He loved to say that and any chance he could, he did even if it was in front of his dean or in the courthouse as he waited to be called on the stand to testify like the rock star he was or at the grocery store. As much as it reddened my cheeks, it was equally adorable.

  It was then that I noticed we were driving away, not to the door of the entertainment complex that held the bowling alley.

  “Why are we parked so far from the door?” I asked as he drove into the furthest spot possible.

  “I thought you had a boner.” He shrugged taking the keys and dropping them on the dash and disengaging his seat belt.

  “So you wanted me to walk a thousand miles to let it subside?” Because as much as that sounded like a good idea, it very much was not. Once my dick got it in his head he was going to come, he tended to want to stay that way until he did.

  “Nope.” He reached over and unbuckled my seat belt. “I figured I would take care of it for you.” He slid his hand down my pants which were elastic because of course, they were.

  “In the car. Are you crazy?” I checked the mirrors to see if anyone was nearby. They weren’t. For all my protest there was no way I’d turn down a blow job from the master himself. Heck to the no on that. He did things with his tongue that—wow.

  “Crazy for you.” He stroked me underneath my clothing. “Now lean your seat back.”

  And of course I did. He’d have to help me get up again but it would so be worth it. “I can’t believe I’m—” and then my pants were pushed down enough in the front for my cock and balls to be sprung from their confinement that he could take me into his mouth, and take me in he did in one swift motion swallowing as I hit the back of his throat. “Like that,” I begged and he swallowed again before taking his slow trip up my length, sucking in his cheeks the entire time, making a pop as he came off of me, looking up at me, his eyes darkened with need.

  “Does my omega like it when I take care of his needs?”

  “Uh-huh.” Words were gone, but he accepted my incoherence for what it was and began to work my cock, licking, sucking, swallowing, and grazing his teeth slightly along the length the way that drove me to the brink of explosion, all the while playing with my balls. He wasn’t being coy or trying to lengthen the experience. No, he was a man on a mission, a mission to make me come before anyone saw us and make me come he did. He added a finger to my slick hole and I shot my cum down his throat, my body shaking as that one little addition to his ministrations threw me over the edge and into climax.

  “Omega.” He tucked my depleted cock back into my pants. “Omega, company is coming.”

  He climbed out of the car, my mind still in a haze only to find him opening my door and helping me up and out just as I heard Stan say, “We were worried you weren’t coming.” Holy crap, that was close.

  “Hey, Stan. Sorry about that.”

  “I wasn’t sure it was you, the car so far away.” Stan held a bowling bag in one hand and a paper grocery bag in the other.

  “Yeah, I, uhh, I heard exercise is good for the baby.”

  “That’s what you kids are calling it these days.” He winked and I wanted to have the earth swallow me whole. Of course he knew. “Well come along, then, everyone is waiting.” He walked off ahead of us practically racing. There was no way my ass would waddle that fast.

  “He knows,” I grumbled as I took my mate’s hand.

  “Serves him right for being nosey,” Carter leaned in and whispered. “And now I’m the one with the boner. We might need to figure out a way to fix that later—I was thinking with my knot in your ass.”

  “You’re lucky I just came, mister, or you would be in big trouble.” I rolled my eyes so he could see them and we attempted to catch up to Stan.

  And we did catch up to Stan and everyone else as they shouted “Surprise,” the entire section of the alley decked out in baby shower decorations.

  “You knew?” Carter asked in belief. I very much had not.

  “Not a clue.” I took in the room. All of his colleagues, a few parents I’d met at story hour, Frank, and some of the people I’d met during my nursing practical last semester, this semester my off one so that when baby came I could babymoon properly.

  “How did you manage all this?” I asked Stan.

  “Don’t look at me. This was all him.” He pointed to Larry who shrugged.<
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  “Well whoever it was, thank you,” Carter said, wrapping his arm around my side. “This means more than you could ever know.”

  And it had nothing to do with the presents or the cake or the bowling fun—no, this shower meant so much more. It meant we had our tribe—our extended family. Our kids—all four of them would never be without the love they so very much deserved and that right there was everything.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Carter

  Induction day.

  Just the sound of it was so ominous and yet if baby didn’t start coming tonight, the doctor was pretty darn adamant that we induce. Even Beck begging the midwife accomplished nothing. They said past forty-one weeks was a no go.

  Which led to our day of all things. The kids were with Larry and Stan. The two had become a couple, an adorable couple and said that watching the kids would help them practice for their own. Who knew grades getting hacked could help two of my friends get together?

  We started the day walking the mall for hours after reading that walking induced labor. All it did was induce hunger which led to the second thing on our list, Indian food. We ate curry and paneer and naan and we left there full but with no progress on operation get baby out. From there, we went to the smoothie place and got their Pineapple Marvel with the core added in. Nothing.

  “I think they made all this shit up to give us hope.” Beck plopped down on the couch when we got home. “I can hear them now—know what would be funny? Let’s tell all the pregnant omegas some crazy shit they can do to get the baby to come when they hit that I-hate-being-pregnant stage.”

  I sat on the coffee table and picked up his legs, setting his feet down on my lap, removing his shoes, and then rubbing them the way he liked. His poor ankles were almost triple their normal size.

  “Induction isn’t supposed to be that bad.” I instantly saw the error of my ways; the death look he gave leaving no room for misinterpretation. “There are still three things on the list. We’ll get this baby out.”

  “What are they?” Oh, he was still not pleased with me.

  “Castor oil.” We didn’t even buy that, the idea of it horrible, but if he so much as hinted he wanted it, I was going to be in that store so fast. “Primrose.”

  “That is that wretched tea I’ve been drinking all week.” I’d missed that.

  “And acupressure. Want me to call up the massage place?”

  “Here.” He tossed me his phone. I took that as a yes and looked it up, dialing as quickly as possible, telling her our woes, and crossing all things. She turned us down stating something about liability and then telling me I can help my mate the same way I created the problem. She was weird.

  “They said no.” He crossed his arms settling them on his belly.

  “She said she couldn’t because of liability but then said to get the baby out the same way I put it in there.”

  “What?!”

  “Her words not mine.” I tossed him back his phone and he began typing away, a smile gracing his face the first time since the doctor said induce.

  “Get up, mate.” He took his feet off of my lap. “And then maybe help me up.”

  I did as I was told. I wasn’t a fool. When your omega is past their due date, you move mountains to make their lives better.

  “Now take me to bed.”

  “Ok. Should I run you a shower?”

  “Not to sleep, alpha.” He sighed as if I weren’t listening. “Get the baby out the same way you got it in.” He grabbed my crotch. Ohhh.

  “I can do that.” I kissed his cheek, inhaling his intoxicating scent, walking alongside him as he waddled to our bedroom. We’d slowed down on our lovemaking in the past couple of weeks not because he was any less sexy—to the contrary, he was sexier by the day. It was a case of the mind is willing but the body not able, Beck back to the sleepy times of the first trimester. Just knowing he was awake and willing had my motor running even if it was an ends to a means. And as we reached the bedroom, it became obvious from his tented pants that it wasn’t only me who was wanting this.

  “Goddess, you are so sexy.” I slowly began to unwrap my omega. First his shirt then his pants and his socks until he was standing there naked, his belly swollen with our baby boy. “Are you...how...what are you comfortable with?” Long gone were our days of up against the door or over the table or for that matter, shower sex, his belly giving him less than ideal balance as well as being in the way. We’d gotten creative as the months passed, and boy had we both benefited from that.

  “Little spoon.” He kissed me deeply before waddling to the bed as I threw my clothing off. By the time I got naked and to the bed, he was there on his side facing away from me and I climbed in behind him.

  “Look at you all sexy and waiting for me.” I slid my fingers between his crack to find him slick and I circled his hole, teasing him. He might want this to get the baby out but we both needed it. “You are so ready for me.”

  “Always, alpha. To think we did all that other bullshit when you could be…” I slid my finger inside him and he lost the rest of the sentence. Slowly I fucked him with my finger. One then two, curling them so they ran over his prostate, his moans rewarding me each and every time.

  “Alpha,” he cried out.

  “I know, love, I know. I’ll take care of you.” I removed my fingers and lined up my erection with his waiting entrance and slowly slid into him, my front now flush with his back. “Perfect. You feel fucking perfect.” He wiggled his ass and I took that as a sign he was ready for more, and I began to rock into him, both of us moving in small motions, our orgasms racing into us quickly. I hadn’t even reached around to touch him and he was calling out my name the way he only did as he was about to come. I allowed my own climax to take over, my knot instantly filling him.

  “I love you.” I kissed the back of his neck, settling my hands on his belly.

  “And I love you.” We lay like that, connected together enjoying the quiet that was just us as we recovered from our orgasms when his belly did a weird thing.

  “Is that a contraction?” I asked trying to remember exactly what the midwife had said about what they were like. The one thing I clearly remembered was that Joshua insisted it was nothing like television and this was most assuredly that.

  “No. He’s just kicking weird or something. He’d been doing that all...shit. Could it be?” I wished I could see his face. We needed a wall mirror. That was final.

  “We should call Joshua.” He’d tell us what to do, and from the way Beck wasn’t feeling anything, I was confident we still had a lot of time left before our son decided to say hello to the world.

  “I think we can manage. My way or yours?”

  “Explain.” I learned early on in his pregnancy it was best not to start out with you make no sense and had gone to the abbreviated explain method.

  “How are we getting off the bed and to the phone with you knotting me?”

  “We don’t, silly.” If we even attempted such a thing, someone would be hurt and most likely it would be Beck. That was not something I was willing to chance to buy us five minutes when they weren’t needed. “We will call when my knot subsides. And besides, I like being like this with you.”

  “But what if it is too late and I have the baby here before we can call him.” Panic started to fill his voice.

  “I’m pretty sure if this is contractions, you have some time.” I kissed his shoulder. “Let’s just enjoy our last knotting before baby.” He relaxed slightly under my arm and I was calling it a win.

  “If we have this baby here, I am making you clean up the mess,” he chortled.

  “Deal,” I agreed and nestled in a bit closer determined to enjoy every second of our joining.

  And of course, we didn’t have the baby there. Ours was born eleven hours later at the hospital weighing in at eight pounds nine ounces and twenty-one inches long.

  “He’s so perfect. Look at him.” Awe. I was filled with awe as they placed him on
Beck’s chest, swaddled in a blanket.

  “He’s just perfect.” Beck leaned down and kissed the top of our sweet babe’s head. “Thank you.”

  “Thank me? You are the rock star who just birthed our son.” I sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Do you have a name for this little guy, Dads?” Lilly, the nurse asked as she showed us the little footprint certificate she’d created for us that was complete except for the name.

  “Salvatore Joseph?” Beck looked to me. We’d gone back and forth on names, none of them ever feeling quite right and had ultimately decided to wait until we met him to bestow a name upon him.

  “Salvatore?” He nodded. “After Ivan’s mate and Joey?” He nodded again. It is perfect, absolutely perfect.

  While moving we found a card from Ivan and Salvatore to Joey, consoling him for his loss. Had I not known already about Ivan’s loss I’d not have thought much of it. But seeing a man who was about to lose his world comforting another had touched me deeply, and I could see no more perfect way to thank him for all he’d done than to honor his namesake in such a way.

  “Do you like it?” he asked, his hand holding our dear sweet baby boy’s.

  “He looks like a Salvatore.” Lilly smiled down at Salvatore. “I have a son name Salvatore.” She scribbled on a paper and held it in our direction. “Like this?” We nodded at her spelling of the name. “Let me fill this out for you.” She took out a fancy pen and scrolled his name across the top handing it to me. “I’m glad to see the name Salvatore is making a comeback.”

  “Thank your son for letting us copy him,” Beck teased slightly. This nurse had been with us for most of the delivery, and her motherly vibe combined with her sense of humor and her ability to not get her feelings hurt when Beck yelled at her to get the baby out of suffering made her the perfect combination for this ward.

  “He is with the angels now.” He squeezed Beck’s arm the way older generations tended to. “But I will be sure to tell Ivan, his mate. They had always wanted children.” Her eyes began to water and she blinked them back. “Let me go get a folder for this so it doesn’t wrinkle.” And with that she was off.