148. Midnight run
148
MIDNIGHT RUN
Nate
“Nate!!!!” My mate called from the bathroom followed by a thump. I rushed in, terrified that he had fallen.
He was officially huge—huger than huge. The poor guy couldn’t fit into his paternity clothes and we had to buy him larger sizes. He’d confided in me once that he was sad about how little his belly was—well that sure had changed this last trimester. And I loved it, but also it worried me because it kept him slightly off balance leading me to fear I was racing into a room with an omega down.
“I’m here.” I stopped short to see him standing under the water. He was crying, his eyes all red.
“What’s the matter, love?” I stepped toward him slowly, not sure if he had realized I was there and not wanting to startle him.
“I can’t see my dick.”
Relief flooded into me even as he shared his very serious distress. I could help him find his dick. It was something being wrong with the baby or him being hurt that I wasn’t prepared for. Shit, I wasn’t truly prepared if he said it was baby time and according to the midwife we were technically “full-term” and the baby could come anytime. Apparently that whole 40 weeks thing was a lie and babies were fully cooked before then in most cases.
“Did you want me to take a picture of it for you?”
He hissed. Like a full-on cat hiss. Oops. Not the right thing to say, not the right thing to say at all.
“What do you want me to do to help?” I threw the ball right back into his court. He’d been grumpy the past couple of days, the baby deciding to sit on nerves they should be leaving alone. Although, given how big my mate had gotten, the odds were good that they had no choice and they’d simply just run out of room.
“I want to see my dick.” He stomped his foot. “I can barely even reach it and I was… you know.”
And that was the problem, my poor mate needed to come. He’d been so uncomfortable lately that we hadn’t been acting as mates did. He had to really need relief.
“I got you, omega mine.”
I stripped off my clothing and climbed in the shower with him. “When you called me, I was scared that you fell.” I cupped his cheek. “Did you want to jerk off?”
He nodded.
“And did you want to jerk off because you were hard but you weren’t able to take care of it?”
He lowered his head slightly. “Maybe?”
“Did you want me to help with that?”
“Maybe?” he said even softer.
“Look at me, omega mine.” I tilted his head up slightly with a finger under his chin. “Do you know what I love almost as much as I love you and our growing family?”
He shook his head slightly.
“Watching you come.” I gave him a peck. “Let me?”
“It’s so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. You are growing our baby in there.” I placed my hands on his middle. “And you’ve dealt with everything from puking to back spasms to having to pee every half hour like a champ. And now? Now you can’t jack off—let’s face it, that’s more than any man should have to give up.”
That earned me a chuckle. Good.
“Do you want to come here, or in bed?” I wasn’t sure how stable he was on his feet or how comfortable he’d be laying down and I wanted to let him decide.
“Here. I can use the bars.” I’d had them installed when he started to have trouble with his balance and I thought he would hate them. And maybe he would’ve if we hadn’t found creative ways to use the bars while getting it on. I think the only regret over them was the regret of not having them sooner.
“Okay, omega mine, get the way you will be most comfortable and I’ll grab the lube.” It meant getting out of the shower, but it would be worth it.
We kept all of our normal shower items on the counter now, only bringing in the ones we needed. Too many times poor Daire knocked something over and had to figure out how to pick it up or call me for help. This was easier… and colder and I scurried over to get our water friendly lube.
Back under the hot water, Daire was gripping both bars, his one leg up on the shower seat. He might be huge, but he was still as flexible as could be. “I thought you could reach better this way.”
At least the embarrassment was over .
Popping the top and dribbling some down, I slicked up my fingers, and stepped in close, coating his cock and then wrapping my hands around his now growing erection.
I slowly pumped him, telling him how sexy he was, how much I loved making him come, and how hard he was making me. It didn’t take long before he was exploding in my hand, the water washing it down the drain.
We got cleaned up and I dried him off, kissing paths where I dried and praising him each step of the way.
“You look sleepy.” I took his hand in mine. “Want to take a nap?”
“Yes, please.” He yawned deeply.
Climbing into bed together, he snuggled up to me in not quite a little spoon, but the spirit of spooning was there. I held him close as he dozed off, and I fell asleep quickly after.
When I awoke, the room was dark and my mate was no longer beside me. I was still sleepy and had he been there, I’d have already gone back asleep, but with him not in the room, I opted to get out of bed to find him and make sure everything was okay.
Everything was not okay.
He was on the huge exercise ball bouncing, and sobbing quietly.
“Daire.” I said softly. “Why are you so sad?” I rushed to his side feeling helpless.
“I’m not sad. I slept in an awkward position or something.” He sucked in his snot. “And my back hurts so bad.”
I looked up at the clock, even the urgent care would be closed.
“Did you want to go to the ED?”
He shook his head adamantly. “The next time I go to the hospital it will be to have our baby. And besides, the bouncing helped a little bit.”
“Do you think a shower will help more or maybe ice packs?” I knew better than to offer him any medication. He was sure that they would be bad for the baby even when it was the doctor telling him he could take them.
“Heating pad. I think I need a heating pad, but ours broke.”
“I can go get you a new one. There’s a twenty four hour pharmacy on the other side of town.” I held both hands out to him. “But I’d feel better if you were either sitting on the couch or in bed. I don’t want you tipping over.”
He didn’t argue, taking my hands and righting himself. “Can I get some blue corn chips too?”
“Of course, mate. Of course.”
He ended up back in bed and I drove across town to the pharmacy. They didn’t have the size heating pad I wanted and I ended up with two smaller ones instead. It wasn't ideal, but given the time of day, it would have to do. I also grabbed his blue corn chips and some gummy worms just in case he wanted something sweet.
The line wound up being remarkably long and had I not seen him in the living room crying, I’d have second guessed the value in waiting in it. But the line did move and I was able to get home in fairly decent time.
I wasn’t prepared for what I found when I walked back in and announced I was home. Daire was in bed, crying out in such distress.
“I’m calling the ambulance.” I fished my phone out of my pocket, dropping it on the ground as I tried to unlock it.
“I said I wanted to have my baby in the hospital.” This time it wasn’t pain in his voice, it was anger. “The. Hos. Pit. Al.”
“I’m dialing,” I assured him, the phone now secure in my hand. “They’ll?—”
He smacked it from my hand. “Help me. The baby is coming now!”
I wanted to ask him what to do to help, but he squeezed his eyes shut and a feral sound built in his chest. “I need to push.”
“Then push, omega mine. Then push.”
And push he did, our beautiful baby girl, Benate, born not long afterward. I’d helped deliver our baby. I set her on his chest, leaving the umbilical cord attached and cleaned up enough to call the ambulance. Both Daire and Benate looked amazing, but I would feel better once a doctor told me I was right.
“You did it.” I kissed his brow as we waited for them to arrive. “We’re dads.”
“We’re dads,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “We’re dads.”