Chapter 19 Pregnancy （Part 2）
“I’m sorry!” Ottis yelped, scrambling for a paper towel.
It was too late. The contents of his stomach dripped down Doc’s front, down the clean scrubs that Doc had worn for his shift.
The worst thing was that Ottis hadn’t even been prepared; it had just happened out of the blue.
“Oh gods, you look terrible,” Ottis’ mouth said. He wanted to bury himself under the floorboards. First the puke, then an insult? Doc was going to kick him out.
Doc huffed. “Sweetheart, I’m a doctor. I’ve been a doctor for hundreds of years. I’ve been splattered by all manner of bodily fluids, much more than you want to imagine.”
Ottis made a face. Then he tried to stop making the face. “Ugh. How are you still a doctor? Don’t you get grossed out?”
Doc shrugged. “I got used to it. It’s part of helping those in need.”
Ottis wiped his mouth with the handful of tissues that Hijinks handed him. “You’re a saint.”
Doc’s eyes crinkled. “I try to be. No one is perfect.”
“You’re more perfect than me.”
“Lies.”
Doc stripped off his clothes and headed for the hallway bathroom, leaving on his cloth mask. Ottis followed him guiltily.
This time, when the nausea struck, Ottis was more in control of himself.
It hit Doc straight in the chest. Ottis turned to direct the terrible stream into the toilet, except it went everywhere.
“Oh gods,” he said between heaving into the toilet. “I’m a biohazard.”
“We’ll need to replenish your fluids if this keeps happening,” Doc said, sounding worried.
“Why are you worrying about me? I just puked all over your bathroom,” Ottis wailed.
“It won’t take too long to clean up. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t want to imagine what that was like.”
“Good plan,” Doc agreed. “Here, step into the shower with me when you’re done.”
“I’m making you late for work,” Ottis whimpered.
“It’s fine. Hijinks told them I’d be an hour late. The attending on call owes me a favor, anyway. C’mon.”
When his stomach felt more at ease, Ottis stripped and wobbled into the shower. Doc was waiting for him with open arms. He pulled Ottis close, already smelling better—the shower had washed away the puke on him. Doc carefully shampooed Ottis’ hair and soaped up his body, rinsing him under the spray.
When both of them were clean, Doc wrapped a fluffy towel around Ottis. “I want you to try and rest today,” he murmured. “I’ll have Cook make some soup, something you can easily digest.”
“I want peppers,” Ottis blurted. “Spicy ones.”
Doc’s gaze sharpened. “Oh? Have you always enjoyed spicy food?”
Ottis shook his head. “No, just—When I was pregnant with Marcie,” he realized. “I never knew why I kept craving peppers during that pregnancy.”
Their eyes met. Doc sucked in a slow, shuddering breath, glancing down at Ottis’ belly. “Do you think...?”
Ottis’ heart thumped.
“You’ve been tired lately,” Doc murmured, dragging his knuckles over Ottis’ belly. “And nauseous. If I feed you some hot peppers...”
“I actually really enjoyed the hot peppers,” Ottis admitted. “With Marcie. The special effects were incredible.”
Doc’s breath hitched. When he met Ottis’ gaze again, there was something fierce in his eyes, something that made Ottis’ stomach flip.
He came so close that he turned into a blur. Then he lifted his mask, and all Ottis could see was bunched fabric, before Doc’s lips were on his, a toe-curling slide that made him gasp.
“Mine,” Doc growled, thrusting his tongue into Ottis’ mouth like a claim.
Ottis lost a bit of time there, in the silky caress of Doc’s lips, his scent filling Ottis’ lungs. Heat swelled in Ottis’ belly.
Doc reached under the towel and pushed his fingers between Ottis’ cheeks, boldly seeking out Ottis’ well-stretched hole.
He slid them inside just like he had done before breakfast, three fingers pumping easily into Ottis’ body.
Ottis gasped and clutched at him; it didn’t take long for Doc to find his prostate, for Doc to grind his fingers against it until Ottis shook and panted.
“Beautiful,” Doc rumbled, scissoring his fingers inside. “You’re all wet in here. Still dripping with my cum.”
Ottis had a brief flash of memory: Doc holding him down against the bed, plowing his cock so deep that Ottis thrashed and screamed.
Doc wrapped his other hand around Ottis’ cock now, stroking him firm and slow. Ottis came all over himself, his eyes rolling back.
“Perfect,” Doc growled. He released Ottis’ cock and pulled him closer, tucking his face over Ottis’ shoulder. Ottis felt movement. When Doc drew away, his hand was no longer smeared with cum, and his mask was back in place.
Only then did Doc slide his fingers out of Ottis’ ass.
“You should change your mask before you get to the hospital,” Ottis said, his face burning. “It smells like cum.”
Doc’s eyes crinkled. “It’s also very wet, yes.”
Ottis wanted to tease him about it, except Doc was probably really late for work. He shoved at the alpha. “You’re late. Go to work.”
“I’ll get you some special peppers,” Doc said. “If you can wait for my shift to be over.”
“I’ll try.”
Doc grinned and nuzzled him. Then he grabbed a clean set of scrubs and headed for the door.
Several hours later, Doc returned with a bag of hot peppers.
Ottis sat upright on the living room couch, reaching for them. “Gimme, gimme!”
Doc presented the bag with a flourish. Ottis scooped out the little packages, taking a moment to admire them.
There were deep red peppers, wrinkled and thin, bright green peppers, smooth and wide.
A package of round yellow peppers was tucked away at the bottom, next to some that were fire engine red.
Ottis counted eleven different varieties.
“I can’t usually eat hot peppers,” he said with great awe. “They would burn my tongue off.”
Doc’s gaze sparked with interest. “But you know for sure that you can eat these, right now?”
Ottis nodded. “I can’t explain it. It’s a gut feeling. Or a craving.”
“How did you get your peppers the previous time? You said you didn’t have much support during your pregnancy.” Doc’s voice dipped into a growl.
“The grocery stores sell the common ones by weight,” Ottis explained. “When you’re buying one of each, the little ones don’t cost so much.”
“Just one—?” Doc cut off his words. “Well, these are a little less common. I know a grower around here.”
These peppers were way more than what Ottis ever had. Each package came with at least five of the same pepper, so he didn’t have to ration them out. When he unwrapped one of the packages, his nose tingled. “These are spicier than the ones from the grocery store, aren’t they?”
Doc’s eyes crinkled. “Maybe. I recommend starting with this.”
He pointed out a smooth green pepper that looked like a jalapeno.
“Not a jalapeno, but a spicier cousin. Try it.”
He sat down eagerly next to Ottis. Ottis glanced at the other peppers and bit the green one in half.
Tingles raced over his tongue. Usually, spice would set his mouth on fire and draw tears to his eyes. But right now, it sent sparks down his spine and made his stomach rumble.
Ottis burped, warmth shooting up his throat and out of his mouth—a tiny orange flame.
Doc’s eyes lit up. “There.”
Marcie crawled over, attracted by the fire. So Ottis nudged the pepper against her lower lip, letting her lick it. Marcie hiccupped, a tiny flame sputtering out of her mouth. Ottis could’ve melted.
“So adorable,” Doc murmured.
“What about me?” Ottis protested. “Am I not adorable?”
Doc laughed. “I meant both of you.”
“Well, you weren’t looking at me when you said it.”
“Oh? Are you envious of your baby?” Doc’s eyes crinkled; he caught Ottis’ chin and turned him so their gazes met. “You’re adorable too, sweetheart.”
Ottis’ face burned bright red. Doc grinned even more.
Ottis was struck by the sudden desire to see Doc without his mask. He wanted to see that smile in its entirety, what Doc’s lips would look like when they curved.
But Doc wasn’t ready, so Ottis swallowed that longing and tore his gaze away, shoving the half-eaten green pepper at his alpha. Doc slipped it under his mask and crunched it up.
“This one next,” Doc said.
It was a wrinkled, yellow pepper, longer than the rest. When Ottis bit into it, heat burst through his nose and rushed out as a plume of smoke. Marcie tried to grab the smoke; Ottis scooped her off the floor.
But there were too many packages on his lap.
“I could... I could hold her, if you’d like,” Doc said quietly, with a tinge of hopefulness lighting up his eyes.
“Sure,” Ottis said, his pulse fluttering.
“I’ll keep her safe.” Doc accepted Marcie and held her carefully on his lap, giving her a large red pepper to hold. She began gnawing on it, hiccupping and burping tiny flames.
Actually, the two of them looked perfect like that, Marcie so tiny next to Doc’s hulking frame.
Hijinks sneaked into the living room with his phone held up, like he was taking a picture of them.
“I want that picture,” Ottis blurted.
Doc beamed. “You do?” When Ottis nodded, Doc sat straighter. “I’m going to start on your nest once I’ve had some sleep.”
A secret thrill shot through Ottis. “Do you already know what you’re building? I mean, you said it’s a nest. But is it going to be round or square, or shaped like an ass?”
“YES,” Hijinks roared, flinging out his arms as he twirled around the living room. “It will be shaped like an ass, because it’ll be a Butt-Cart Probe Master master-baiting masterpiece.”
Doc gave a sigh of prolonged suffering.
“That was... actually pretty good,” Ottis said.
“Not you too,” Doc groaned.
“Fill the nest with pickup lines,” Hijinks whispered.
Doc pointed at his butler. “I’m ejecting you from this conversation.”
Hijinks lit up gleefully. “You’re ejaculating me from this conversation. I will shoot out, all pale and watery, to be splattered across the surface of your choice.”
Ottis couldn’t help it. He snickered. Doc shot him a betrayed look that was obvious even with his mask on.