25. Pregnant!?
25
PREGNANT!?
“What’re you up to?” Duke murmured over Nat’s shoulder.
Nat yelped and promptly dropped his phone.
Duke caught it before it could hit the floor. Instead of giving it back, though, he glanced at the screen. And froze.
Crap, Nat thought.
Duke’s gaze snapped up to him. “You’re pregnant?”
Heat rushed through Nat’s face. “You peeked at my phone!”
“Sweetheart, you peek at my phone all the time when we’re in bed.” Duke crowded close, pressing himself against Nat’s back. He slipped his hand under Nat’s shirt to cup his belly. “You’re pregnant. How did you find out?”
“I’m furry!”
Duke paused in his petting. Then he tugged up Nat’s shirt to look at his belly.
Grey fuzz had covered Nat’s abdomen, faint black stripes at his sides. Duke sucked in a slow breath. And he cupped Nat’s belly with both hands, rubbing him reverently.
“Gorgeous,” Duke whispered. He released Nat and came around to crouch in front of him, pressing his entire face against Nat’s belly. “You’re carrying our child.”
“Y-yeah. I guess I am.” Nat blushed. He still couldn’t quite believe it. His belly was plump, so he wouldn’t have an obvious baby bump for a while. “My hands are fuzzy, too.” He showed Duke the fine layer of fur that had spread across the backs of his hands.
Duke rumbled, taking Nat’s hands and kissing all over them.
“I’m also craving apples.”
Duke’s eyebrows went up. “Apples?”
“That’s what happened when I was pregnant with Wanda.”
They looked over at Wanda, who was flinging squishy rattles around in her playpen.
“I’ll have Hubrie order some.” Duke gazed at Nat’s belly, brushing his lips against it. The awe on his face made Nat shiver all over. “Hey there, little one,” Duke said, his voice vibrating into Nat’s belly. “You probably can’t hear me yet. But I’m so excited to meet you.”
Nat melted. Except what came out of his mouth was, “You already have two kids.”
“I want more.” Duke glanced at Wanda; Nat wasn’t going to decipher the look in his eyes. “I had been wanting a baby even before I met you.”
“What are you going to tell Teddy and Mallie? About this, I mean.” Nat gestured at his belly.
“Not yet. Good thing they’re off at school; I wouldn’t have been able to keep this quiet.” Duke kissed Nat’s belly. “Maybe when you’re showing more obviously. I need to get their adoption papers finalized first.”
How was he even real? Duke was perfect and amazing, and Nat was grateful that Duke was allowing him into his life.
“You’ll have time for them?” Nat asked.
“I’ll make time.” Duke looked into Nat’s eyes. “I’ll need you to help me figure out what things I can drop from my schedule.”
Right at that moment, Duke’s shopping cart came wheeling into the dining room. Duke caught it before it crashed into him.
“Hey,” Duke said patiently. “You’ll need to slow down around here. You can’t hit Nat or Wanda, okay? Both of them can be hurt badly, and I won’t be happy if that happens.”
The cart wriggled backward like it was squirming in apology. Duke patted it; it lifted its flap tentatively.
“You’re forgiven,” Duke said. “I just want you to be careful.”
The cart nudged gently against Nat’s leg; Duke grinned.
Nat petted the cart’s side fondly. “Are you going to give it a name?”
Duke pursed his lips. “I don’t know what I’d pick. Do you have a suggestion?”
“Me?” Nat squeaked.
“Yes.” Duke was still on his knees; Nat couldn’t believe he would stay in such a vulnerable position. “You were there when I brought the cart back. You know what it’s been through.”
“But it’s part of your family!”
Duke’s smile softened. “What if I want you to be part of my family, sweetheart?”
Nat’s heart tumbled. “Um. It’s really too soon to make such a huge commitment. Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Duke brought Nat’s hands to his lips and kissed his fingers. “Pick a name.”
Nat wasn’t great at names. He cast his mind around and blurted, “What about ‘What Cart Old Fart’?”
Duke stared.
Nat cringed. “No, that’s terrible. Forget I said it.”
But the cart came up to him, squeaking its wheels excitedly.
“Oh, no,” Nat mumbled. “Is that the name you want?”
The cart bumped against him and wriggled in an odd cart dance. Duke coughed, his lips twitching. “What about ‘What Cart’ for short?”
“Well, okay.” Nat grimaced. “Hopefully no one will ask why.”
Duke grinned, all bright and handsome. Nat couldn’t help smiling back.
Hubrie burst into the dining room, carrying a platter of steaming something.
“Eggplants,” the butler announced. “The softest, squishiest—”
On any other day, Nat would’ve shrugged at the way eggplants smelled.
But now.
Now, his stomach rebelled.
Violently.
He clapped his hands over his mouth in distress. “Need bathroom!”
Duke looked confused. What Cart bumped into Nat, tumbling him into its cargo basket. Then it rushed Nat out of the dining room.
“Nat!” Duke yelped, scrambling after them. “Hey!”
He arrived in the hallway bathroom just in time to help Nat out of the cart. Nat wobbled over to the toilet and heaved.
“Fuck,” Duke said.
“Hell Master!” Hubrie cried. “Now is the time to declare your intentions! The best way to do so is with a pickup line. Here.”
From the corner of his eye, Nat saw Hubrie thrust a pink book at Duke.
Duke ignored him.
Not to be put off, Hubrie puffed up indignantly. He opened the book and cleared his throat. “Nat, I will read you a line on Hell Master’s behalf.”
“Don’t,” Duke growled.
Nat heaved. Duke snarled at Hubrie, but he was too busy rubbing Nat’s back to do anything about his butler.
“My cream popsicle,” Hubrie sang. “I will slurp you to the greatest heights. I will guide you up the stairway to Heaven, with my tongue as your stairs, and my rippling abs as your backup stairs. Between my demonic, Satanic tongue-lashing and my heaving, glistening abs, you will be tied up like a roast pig and slingshotted into the sky, where you will explode and cover everyone with Heavenly jizz.”
“What,” Duke said.
Nat continued to heave his guts into the toilet.
“This is the best way to soften the morning sickness,” Hubrie said sagely. “When you make Nat promises during some of the worst moments of his life.”
“No one wants to hear about jizz when they’re throwing up,” Duke retorted.
Nat waited until his stomach had calmed down. Duke handed him a glass of water; he swallowed some and rinsed out his mouth. “The pickup line wasn’t all bad,” he said haltingly. “It helped me think about something other than my stomach.”
Hubrie waggled his eyebrows violently. “See?”
Duke looked betrayed. “No, I don’t see it at all.”
Hubrie scoffed. “You need to use your imagination. Here. How about you look into each other’s eyes.” He flipped through his book again.
“No,” Duke growled.
“I think we should try,” Nat said quietly.
Duke froze. Slowly, he turned to look at Nat, as though he could not believe his ears.
Nat shrugged. “It’s just a pickup line.”
Hubrie cackled. “Once upon a time, my wee lil swimmers went on a date with your wee big egg. They all started making out and it became a pool party orgy. The lil swimmers boned each other with their tails. They covered the egg with their jizz like it was a wedding gown. And they all married each other to have a very happily ever after.”
Duke mouthed parts of the pickup line to himself, looking extremely gobsmacked.
“But sperm can’t jizz,” Nat said.
“They can’t have tail sex, either, or get married,” Duke said, eyeing the pink book with great offense. “What the hell are you reading?”
“699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin, by Dicky Mems.” Hubrie cackled. “It’s ‘Guaranteed to work!!!’ Look, it even says so on the cover.”
Duke turned to Nat. “Is it working for you?”
In spite of everything, Nat smiled. “I’ve never seen you speechless before. So maybe it is.”
Hubrie crowed in triumph. Duke buried his face in his hand.
“I can’t believe this,” Duke muttered.
Nat was trying to think of a reply when his phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket.
NotAWalrus
Ok, I’m safe. You guys don’t need to worry.
HocusPocus
Do you need help getting out of there?
NotAWalrus
No, no, I’m fine.
I just need to not get pregnant
IvoFivo
How did we get from ‘accidentally broke into a restaurant’ to ‘not get pregnant’???????
NotAWalrus
(zipped mouth emoji)
KillianKillsDreams
You can’t do this to us, Walren. Don’t leave us hanging!
HocusPocus
More importantly, I think you’ll have to focus on the ‘not get pregnant’ part
Pinks, Ivo, and Nat have all gotten knocked up since we got to Cartfalls. There may be something in the water.
Nat-urallyBig
Yeah, like all we needed was to drink some water
HocusPocus
“Water”
IvoFivo
Snort
KillianKillsDreams
You did drink it. Just with your other mouth
Nat-urallyBig
OH GODS WTF KILLIAN
Nat flung his phone aside, grabbing onto it at the last second so it wouldn’t smash on the floor. “I didn’t drink your ‘water’!”
Duke smirked; he’d been reading over Nat’s shoulder. “I’ll provide some for you to wash your face with.”
“Oh, gods.”
Duke gathered Nat into his arms, his chest rumbling. Nat shouldn’t have been surprised to find him hard. “You are incredibly inspiring, sweetheart. I will happily provide all the ‘water’ you can drink. You’ve been thirsty, haven’t you?”
Nat whimpered. “That is a terrible joke.”
“Perhaps.” Duke eased Nat’s pants down his thighs, reaching between his cheeks to probe his hole.
Nat jerked, his body growing hot. “Oh, gods.”
“Remember the things I ordered? They’ve come in.”
“What things?” Maybe Nat was starting to have pregnancy brain; he couldn’t remember much aside from waking up in Duke’s arms this morning.
“Mm. Let me show you.”
Instead of releasing Nat, Duke slid his arm around Nat’s chest and lifted him off his feet. And he sank Nat down onto his cock, his blunt tip parting Nat’s cheeks and pushing easily into his hole.
Nat was still wet from earlier, so Duke’s cock slotted easily into his body. His breath punched out of him. “Fuck!”
“So pretty for me, sweetheart,” Duke groaned.
“I just puked! I’m not sexy!”
“Mm. You’re pregnant with our baby. So fertile.” Duke arranged them so Nat was leaning back against his chest, Nat’s legs hitched up in the air, his thighs held open with large hands. He brought Nat up the stairs, his cock rocking back and forth with each step, grinding sinfully against Nat’s prostate.
Nat panted and clutched at him. “D-Duke!”
“Yes?” Duke purred, pushing deeper. Nat’s precum shot all over the stairs.
Duke carried Nat to their bedroom and shut the door. With Nat still impaled on him, Duke crouched, pulling out a box from under the bed.
In there were a few colorful items: a Yuletide tree plug, a candycane dildo, a pair of red tinsel clips, and a little knitted stocking.
Nat blushed furiously. “Oh, gods. You got the toys. What’s the stocking for?”
It was too tiny to fit anything—maybe gifts for a mouse?
Duke huffed and sat with Nat on the bed, pushing sinfully against Nat’s prostate. Nat shuddered. “Let me show you.”
He turned the bright red stocking upside down, sliding it over Nat’s wet tip like a jaunty little hat.
Nat covered his face with a whimper. “That’s... That is perverse.”
“No more perverse than this.” To Nat’s dismay, Duke hauled him off his cock. Except he picked up the Yuletide tree plug, pushing it into Nat’s wet ass.
Nat moaned, writhing. The tree plug’s rounded edges made it comfortable, although its points rubbed distractingly against his insides, pushing against his sensitive walls every time he moved.
“You’ll wear that all day,” Duke murmured.
“I’m going to come so many times,” Nat whined. Already, the plug was nudging against his prostate, making him leak into the stocking. “Don’t you want me to work?”
“Mmm. Let me think about it.” Duke grinned and pushed the plug deeper, working it in and out. Precum shot out of Nat’s tip. “Let’s massage one out of you so you can at least have breakfast. Then we’ll take the rest of the day one step at a time.”
“Okay,” Nat whimpered.
Duke grabbed the two tinsel-wrapped clips and clipped them around Nat’s nipples—lightly, not enough to hurt. They squeezed just enough to remind Nat that his nipples were sensitive. Duke arranged him on all fours and began grinding the tree plug against Nat’s sweet spot, until he panted and shuddered.
“Duke—”
“So fucking hot, sweetheart,” Duke growled. “Your hole keeps sucking on the tree like a lollipop. Taking it so eagerly.”
Nat blushed and clutched at the sheets, until Duke changed the angle of his thrusts and raked the tree over Nat’s prostate.
Nat cried out, tumbling violently over the edge.
“That’s it. Come all over the bed. Your cock is so pretty when it does that, twitching so helplessly.” Duke wrapped his fist around it, milking Nat’s cum out of him. He pushed the plug back into Nat and let his ass suck it down as deep as it could go. Duke wiped himself off with the bed sheet. “Now, be a good omega and take care of my cock.”
He turned Nat around to face him. Then he gripped Nat’s hair and pushed his head down, rubbing his cock all over Nat’s face.
Nat went boneless, taking Duke into his mouth. Duke was hard, throbbing, his length sliding thick and heavy against Nat’s tongue.
“Look at the way your lips stretch,” Duke rasped. He worked his heavy length deeper, his salty precum covering Nat’s tongue. “You were made to suck my cock.”
Nat sucked eagerly, taking Duke as deep as he could go. He flicked his tongue against Duke’s length to beg for his cum.
Duke came with a snarl, pulling out. Hot cum jetted all over Nat’s face like a fountain, dripping wetly down his chest. He swallowed as much as he could.
“Hold my knots,” Duke panted.
Nat wrapped his fists around Duke’s knots and squeezed. Duke roared, rolling Nat beneath him, thrusting roughly into his hands. It was so hot that Nat grew wet again.
Duke grabbed the candycane dildo and pushed it into Nat’s ass, fucking him with it until he thrashed and came, holding onto Duke’s knots like a lifeline.
“Perfect,” Duke whispered hoarsely. He scooped his cum off Nat’s face and pushed it into his hole. Then he buried his tip in Nat, squeezing out the last of his cum with his fist. “You’re so good for me, sweetheart.”
Nat blushed. Duke slid the Yuletide tree plug back into him, and cleaned him up.
* * *
It was not easy going to work with a plug in his ass.
Nat was extremely aware of every movement he made, every step he took. All of it jostled the plug and rubbed it against his insides. He shuddered each time he had to get off his chair to retrieve something from the printer, or whenever he went downstairs to deliver files to the other departments.
No one seemed to notice his squirming.
Twice, Duke called Nat into his office. And twice, Duke bent Nat over his desk, pulling out the plug and pushing his own cock in, hammering against Nat’s prostate until Nat writhed and came around him.
Duke didn’t come, though. He tucked his cock back into his pants, plugged Nat back up, and licked him clean. Then he sent Nat back out on shaky legs.
In the middle of preparing a report, a message popped up in the corner of Nat’s screen.
Duke B.: You’re so lovely, sweetheart.
Duke B.: I think of you and it makes me smile.
Nat blushed all over. He took a picture of that message on his phone so he could keep it forever.
Nat W.: You make me smile too (smile emoji)
Duke B.: (smile emoji)
Nat daydreamed about how it would feel, if Duke kissed him on the mouth. Duke had been cuddling him, kissing his hair and calling him Sweetheart. But he hadn’t taken that final step yet.
Was it the final step? If Duke didn’t want to kiss his mouth, then it meant they weren’t boyfriends, right?
Duke had also said he wanted Nat in his family. Did that mean he wanted Nat in his family as his personal assistant?
Maybe this was all part of his job?
He fought down his disappointment and gathered the folders he had to carry downstairs.
At the shipping department, someone waved him down.
“Hey, Nat!” Tara grinned and came over, taking the folders from him. “I heard that a package just arrived for Mr. B. It’s at the front desk; maybe you want to run down and pick it up on your way back?”
“Okay, I’ll do that. Thanks.” Nat beamed. Tara was one of Duke’s employees who had taken an immediate shine to him when he’d begun working here. It always cheered him up whenever she was around.
He skipped over to the lobby and pressed the down button, wriggling with happiness when an elevator arrived soon after.
In the elevator, Nat hit the button for the ground floor and hummed. Wanda was by herself at the moment, asleep. Hubrie had gone to pick up Teddy and Mallie from school. He’d texted Duke that he was on an errand in the shipping department, so Duke wasn’t expecting him back anytime soon.
The doors slid open silently to reveal Brimstone Industries’ black marble lobby. Nat trotted out to say hi to the receptionist, Xannon.
Before he could, someone grabbed him around the waist, and pulled a dark bag over his head.