29. Interuptions #2
“Imagine.” He huffed into my ear as he continued to move.
“Someone watching us over there. Who do you see?” The pumps of his hips got wilder, harder, and I moaned.
“Is it your friends, Grady and Trey? Seeing that you are treated just right. Satisfied by your man.” I shook my head.
“No? Maybe it’s someone else. Hiroshi then.
Showing him what he’s missing out as you sit on my cock, getting ready to be filled by my load. ”
The rumble of his voice against the sensitive shell of my ear was the end for me. “Fuck!” I came untouched on his cock.
Dakota clamped his hands on my hips and lifted me in time to his wild thrusts as he reached his peak. I was pretty sure I came again as he moaned in my ear and his knot stretched me just perfectly as he filled me with his seed.
Somehow, he eased us onto the blanket on our sides with me spooned against him. I felt so safe and warm, wrapped up in his arms. There was nowhere I’d rather be.
Waking a little while later, I carefully extricated myself from Dakota. I watched his sleeping form, so full of love for the man who had waited for me to get my shit together.
The shift came over me suddenly. No conscious thought from my fox preceding it.
Just the sudden urge to be in fur. In fox form, we looked down at Dakota again.
My fox loved their bear, thinking he was a worthy mate for us.
They covered him with the corner of the blanket, unwilling to let anyone see him naked. He was ours.
We explored the house looking for the perfect spot, but there was only one choice for what we needed.
The corner of our bedroom had a soft chair in the corner that we could crawl under, but we moved it out of the way. It was heavy and took some time, but we made space. Then we pulled the covers from the bed and towels from the bathroom cabinet.
My fox was single-minded, and I let their instincts take over as they prepared our birthing nest. They wanted something safe and cozy to show to our mate when he woke.
We wanted to present him with his cub.
Even now, we could feel him getting ready to make his way into the world.
The pain was a low hum at the back of our mind while we had something to focus on.
Only once we settled into our perfect nest did it ramp up in intensity.
My fox let out little snuffles and barks as the contractions quickly got closer together.
They worried and appealed to their human side for calm.
Dakota. My human side surged forward and used the bond to call for him.
He couldn’t miss the birth of his son. I wanted to chide my alter, but they wanted to give him the gift of his son without seeing his mate in pain.
It was noble, much like my fox. Dakota would be upset if he missed being a part of it, I explained to them.
They understood and helped me call for him louder. Bear, I need you; they called to his alter. Dakota, please. He’s coming!
Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs, and Dakota burst into the room. He found us on the floor, whimpering in our nest. The upper blankets were wet with sweat.
There was a pause, and I waited for him to freak out or get angry. He did neither and ran for a phone. “Papa! Dad! Jasper is in labor.” There was a pause as he gave him instructions. “Okay.”
He settled down next to me. “Papa and Dad agree that shifting will be best.” He looked at my nest. “This is lovely and snug. You did well, my fox.” He ran a hand over me. My fox preened at the compliment, and the pain eased at his touch. “I need to make it bigger for my bear. Hold on.”
Within moments, Dakota had used his shifter strength to move aside a dresser and wardrobe to make a larger area for my nest. He disappeared briefly, sparking panic in my fox, until he returned with the comforter from the spare room and some fresh towels.
After careful study of my hastily put together nest, he added his finds to the pile and made it so much better.
My fox gave a happy yip and circled it. This was the gold standard of nests to them.
Our bear had covered the soft fabrics with his scent and artfully arranged them so the damp ones were underneath.
The man inside sighed with delight as my fox examined the improved nest.
Needing prompting to join us, Dakota stood just outside the nest. My fox went to him and carefully took his fingers in our mouth and tugged him towards the middle. “Hold on, my fox. I need to shift and help with your pain.”
Honestly, our pain had eased now that our mate was with us. Fixing the blankets had helped with our general discomfort. We allowed Dakota to move back and watched as his shift came over him.
His bear was glorious. Every time that I saw it, it struck me how beautiful he was in that form.
Our fox form sauntered over to him and wound all around him so our scents mixed properly.
They butted their head into his side to push him towards the mound of blankets.
Scent. On. The pain had increased, limiting our words.
Our bear followed our instructions and curled into the reconstructed nest. We settled into his side and he tilted his head so we were eye to eye. There was something primal about being like this with him. An experience that I wouldn’t have missed despite my fox’s independent nature.
We had no concept of time in this form. It passed as it did as the contractions got closer together. We panted and locked eyes with our mate as he used his alpha power to limit our pain.
Our parents arrived. Aldrin examined us as James praised our bear.
They both petted the bear and the fox. The scent of family was soothing.
If Angel was older, we would have liked her to experience her brother entering the world.
We were sad that Kade missed it. Our grandbabies were too important to leave. Even in this form, we knew that.
“Time to push that baby out, Jasper.” Aldrin urged as he lifted our tail to check the progress.
Push. Dakota sent a surge of alpha power through me. My will became his. I pushed.
Within moments, they placed a bundle in front of our snouts. Together, Dakota and I washed our cub clean, and he took his first breath in the world.
Our son opened his violet eyes. His rich brown fur was threaded with white. He was flawless.
“Wow, I’ve never seen that shade on a bear before. It’s stunning!” James exclaimed.
“One of my great aunts had eyes that color. Fur too.” Aldrin mused. “She was a rare species of bear that had long lost its name. In her alter she dwarfed all the others. I wonder if the baby—“
“Hayden.” James interrupted.
“Yes, I wonder if Hayden’s bear will be like her, and it was a recessive trait.”
Our son looked at us both, and I saw the knowledge of the world reflected in his eyes. Babies were so wise. In a blink, he shifted and a perfect baby boy with a shock of brown hair wriggled in our nest.
“May I?” James asked before we attempted to pick up our son. We inclined our head and my alter ceded control. I pushed the shift and lay utterly exhausted in the frankly yucky mess. I needed to get away from there.
Dakota shifted, too. Grabbed a couple of clean towels and wiped us down. With the traces of sweat and other things gone, he picked me up and settled me on the bed, pulling a fresh blanket around me as I shivered.
Finished with his examination, Aldrin passed Hayden to James, who looked lovingly at our baby before handing him to me. “Hello my beautiful boy, welcome to the family.” I said to our baby.
James and Aldrin left the room with the excuse of making me some tea and toast, allowing us to bond. I held our baby skin to skin for a little while before handing our treasure over to his daddy.
“Here, Daddy. Hold your son.”
Dakota held our precious bundle cupped in his massive hands, and they stared at each other.
“Welcome, little cub. We love you so much!” His eyes became misty, and I watched as a single tear trailed down his cheek.
He cradled Hayden against his furry chest, Hayden grasping at the hairs.
“I love you Jasper. Thank you for giving me our son.”
We enjoyed the moment until Aldrin and James came back with a tray laden full.
“Could I hold him?” James asked, longing apparent on his face. I could tell he wanted to properly hug him in grandpa mode, not nurse James mode. He wanted to pepper that sweet face with kisses.
Dakota looked at me for permission first. “Of course! Hayden, go to your grandpa.” James’s eyes welled with tears at the name.
“So you’re set on the name then?” James asked as he cuddled the little baby close.
“Angelica did name him,” said Dakota.
“Actually, I was thinking of a minor change to the name.” I said.
“Yeah?” Dakota looked at me, confused.
“I was thinking of Hayden Cooper Flemming, since Cooper will always be with us. I wanted to honor his memory. What do you think?”
Dakota stared at me, shocked for a second. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Dakota crushed me to him. “Thank you.”
I took a deep breath before I asked what had been in my heart for weeks now. “I’d also like to change my last name. Angelica’s, too. Dakota, would you marry me, the human way, and adopt Angel? Make it all legal?”
He didn’t speak for a full minute until he got himself under control. He looked me in the eye and spoke clearly. “Yes. To both.”