Chapter 28
Violet
“That's it. Fuck this shit. I’m done, I’m fucking done!” The tears start to flow as I throw the wet towel at the mirror, unable to look at myself any longer.
I’m thirty weeks pregnant, and it’s the middle of the damn summer. No matter what I do, I can’t get cooled down enough to feel comfortable. And if by some chance I do, this big-ass fucking belly makes it next to impossible to stay that way.
I’m a mess. I don’t sleep well anymore; my back is aching all the time, my feet are swollen, and I’m always tired.
It’s a good thing I adore this little girl growing inside me.
The guys are amazing, taking all of my mood swings in stride. They are the best pack an Omega could ask for. Always there to help me when I need it. Sometimes, before I even have to ask.
“This is stupid,” I mumble, wiping angrily at my eyes. “I’m growing a baby. I shouldn’t be complaining about how I look when there's a life growing inside me. A whole little human. Of course, I'm not going to be as small as I was before.”
Doesn’t change the fact that I waddle everywhere, I can’t see my own feet, or that I haven’t been able to shave on my own. Thank god Nolan is a dream and has been keeping me neatly groomed. I thought it would be weird for him to have to help me in such a personal way, but the way he would look at me while he shaved me had me gushing slick like crazy.
Not that he minded. It always ended with me bent over, ass out, and my Beta thrusting inside me.
There hasn’t been any sex for two weeks. And that’s all my doing, not theirs. They try to tell me how sexy I am, how much they can’t get enough of my body, but I can’t see what they see. I don’t feel sexy at all.
So having them touch me, on top of it being crazy hot summer days... it’s too much.
Just because they were not getting anything from me doesn’t mean they couldn’t have each other. And I let them know it, too.
Immediately, I regretted it. Not because I was jealous or felt left out but because listening to them fuck was so much of a turn on that it left me sexually frustrated. But I was being a stubborn Omega and wouldn’t ask them for help. So, I did my best to take care of it myself.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to grind against a blanket with a big ass belly in your way while you lay on your side in a pathetic attempt to relieve the pressure?
It worked, and I came, but it wasn’t the same. Never in a million years will it be as good as it is when the guys touch me.
Throwing on a summer dress–no bra because fuck those–I get ready to head out into the kitchen. I have an intense craving for pickles and ice cream.
At one of my checkups, the doctor said I needed to watch what I was eating for the remainder of my pregnancy as I gained more than the average weight for someone my size and how far along I was.
I sobbed, said she called me fat, and then sobbed some more.
The guys had to take over talking for the rest of that appointment. But she assured me it was all baby weight and most should go away after the baby was born. If that’s true, then who gave a fuck what I ate?
My Alphas, being Alphas, took that order from the doctor way too seriously. They cleared out all the junk food from the house and replaced it with only healthier options.
Are they crazy? Do they not know how pregnant women are? We have cravings, and it sure as hell isn’t celery with peanut butter. At least mine isn’t.
Nolan was my saving grace. He’s taken pity on me and sneaks me my cravings every now and then.
As if the knight in shining armor was reading my mind, there’s a knock at the bathroom door.
Opening it, I find Nolan standing there with a bucket of ice cream and a jar of pickles.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I breathe out, crying out with relief.
“I thought you might need a little pick me up,” Nolan says, joining me in the bathroom.
I quickly lock it, as if to hide ourselves away in here like we’re doing something bad.
In a way, I guess we are.
“You’re the best,” I sigh, taking the items from his hands and placing them on the countertop.
“How are you, Sweets?” Nolan asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His hands go to my belly as he presses a kiss to my throat.
I sigh, leaning back into him and letting my eyes flutter closed. His touch took all the panic away for the moment.
“It’s hot as balls in this damn house,” I groan.
He chuckles, chest moving as he does. “Good news, the new air conditioning system is being set up as we speak. It’s why I was able to sneak you the contraband.”
The guys didn’t have much of a cooling system before now, only an air conditioning unit in the pack bedroom and the living room. Nowhere near enough to cool the whole house down. But with them working all day and never being home, they didn’t have much use for them until they were either relaxing in the living room after work or sleeping in the bedroom at night.
Once summer hit, they realized how that needed to be changed. I felt bad because what they planned to do was hook it up to the vents so that it could be filtered through the whole house. It was going to cost them a pretty penny, but Aiden said it’s what an Alpha needs to do for their Omega. And with the baby on the way, having an overheated house was not a good idea. They had to special order it. So, I guess it’s ready to be installed.
“You make it sound like we’re criminals,” I laugh.
“Bonnie and Clyde, baby.” He grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Now, go on and eat. I know you want to, and that ice cream is going to melt.”
Grinning, I quickly open the cookies and cream ice cream and uncap the jar of pickles.
Not even caring about using a fork, I dig in with my fingers, pull out a pickle, and use it to scoop up some ice cream.
Taking a bite, I moan as the pickle crunches. Sweet and sour mix together, and I sigh in happiness. “So good,” I mumble around a mouth full, quickly chewing and swallowing before going for another bite. By the time I’m on my second pickle, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and pause.
The sight has me dropping the pickle and instantly sobbing.
“What? What's wrong?” Nolan’s on his feet and at my side. “Sweets, what's wrong?”
“Look at me,” I cry out, grabbing a towel to wipe the mess off my face. “I’m a fucking slob. God, I’m in the bathroom scarfing fucking pickles and ice cream. How the hell can any of you want me? I’m disgusting.”
“What?” Nolan’s eyes widen. “No, you are not.”
“Yes, I am.” I’m full-on sobbing now. God, I bet that’s adding wonders to how bad I must look. “I feel fat and ugly. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without hating the image looking back at me.”
“You are fucking gorgeous, Violet.” Nolan grips my chin, his eyes boring into mine. “You have no idea how hard it’s been keeping our hands to ourselves.”
“Really?” I whisper.
“We’re obsessed, Sweets. Fucking obsessed. From these full tits.” He grabs a handful, and I whimper as he softly squeezes. “Down to this plump ass.” He reaches behind me, cupping my ass cheeks and giving a harder squeeze making my pussy flutter. He glides his hands up to my belly. “To this round belly. Seeing you pregnant with our baby, knowing you're growing a life inside you, has us fucking feral. The only reason we’re not rutting you twenty-four-seven is because we know how hard this pregnancy has been on you, and we don’t want to do anything you're not comfortable with.”
Looking down at the now-melted tub of ice cream and half-eaten pickle in the sink, I feel a wave of nausea. “I wish I could see what you see,” I whisper.
Nolan gathers the evidence to get rid of it, and I’m suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion, so I head into the bedroom to lie down for a nap. Not uncommon for me these days. I can’t seem to do much of anything without needing to sit down and take a break.
After my nap, I force myself up and out of bed, hunger driving me to the kitchen. Not that I got much of a nap with all the work going on in the house.
“Hey, Baby Girl,” Thomas greets, pulling me into his arms when I step into the kitchen.
“Hi,” I mumble, snuggling into his hold and inhaling his peppermint and orange scent, sighing in contentment. It helps perk me up just a bit.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.
“Tired. Gross. Ugly.” And there I go, turning into a blubbering mess again.
“Shhh.” Aiden steps up behind me. “Don’t you talk about my Omega like that,” he growls, brushing his lips against my cheek. “My Omega is fucking stunning, a goddess, if you will.”
“Thanks,” I murmur. “I don’t see it, but it’s nice to know you don’t think I’m a troll.”
“You know what? I have an idea,” Aiden tells me.
“What?” I ask, rolling my head to the side because I’m still in Thomas’s arms, and I want to try and look up at Aiden. But he’s already on the move, heading over to the counter to snatch his phone off of it.
“You’ll see,” is all he says, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
I’m not sure if I should be worried or not.
Aiden
Pulling up to the field of wildflowers, I grin. Between that and the mountains behind them, I know this is going to be perfect.
After Nolan told us about Violet’s breakdown in the bathroom and how she hated her body, we felt horrible. Knowing our Omega wasn’t happy with herself hurt us because, to us, she is fucking perfect. We’re not joking, just looking at her makes our cocks hard as stone.
The changes in her body have us going feral. The amount of times we’ve had to hold ourselves back from touching her, kissing her, tasting her is ridiculous. All I want to do is run my hands all over her, to worship every inch of her stunning body.
But we haven’t because we know she’s struggling. This pregnancy hasn’t been the best for her and as time goes on, it only seems to be taking more of a toll. We wish so damn much that we could make everything better, but the best we can do is make her as comfortable as possible.
And the problem we’re having now is that she can’t see how absolutely beautiful she is. She’s growing our baby girl inside her, and that’s the sexiest thing she could ever do.
I still can’t believe we’re having a little girl. That poor thing doesn’t even stand a chance. Hope she doesn’t want to date until she’s in her twenties, and if she’s an Omega? I think we'll just keep her locked up and safe at home.
“What are we doing here?” Violet asks, snapping me out of my inner thoughts.
“You’ll see,” I chuckle, getting out of the car and going around to the back to let her out. Taking her hand, I help her to her feet.
“Wow,” she breathes, eyes lighting up as she takes in the scenery. “This place is beautiful.”
“Not nearly as beautiful as you are, Little One,” I murmur. The look in her eyes makes my heart swell.
She smiles up at me, and fuck, it nearly stops my heart. “Corny much?”
“Maybe a little,” I chuckle.
“Still, I love it,” She whispers.
Movement to our right has Violet stepping in front of me and looking over to see Tessa, Macy, and another woman. “Ah, there they are,” Thomas says as he and Nolan come join us.
“What are they doing here?” Violet asks, brows furrow. “Aiden, what's going on?”
“Hey, girl.” Macy bounces over to us, bursting with excited energy.
“Hey,” Violet says, giving her a welcoming smile. “Maybe you can tell me what’s going on because they won't.” Violet points an accusatory finger our way.
“Aiden called me up and told me a little bit about how you are feeling about your body,” Tessa tells her.
Violet shoots me a glare. “He did?” she hisses.
She’s so cute when she’s mad.
“Don’t be upset. It’s a normal thing with pregnancy. A lot of changes are happening and it’s not always easy to accept. But something that helped me see how others saw me was my best friend here.” She points to the red-haired girl, Rosalie. “She’s a photographer. She did a maternity shoot for me when I was pregnant with Aubry. Between the shoot and the photos she took, I never felt so good about myself during my pregnancy than in that moment. So, when Aiden filled me in, I knew the perfect thing to do. Only, we’re going to make yours a little bit more sexy.” Tessa grins.
“I’m not sure how I feel about you seeing my Omega naked,” I mutter to my little sister.
“Oh, please!” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not going to steal your girl.” Tessa eyes her up and down, licking her lips. “No matter how sexy she is.”
“You little shit,” I growl. The brat just laughs, flips me off, takes my Omega’s hand, and pulls her away from us. “She’s ours for a while. Byeeeee.”
“Did your sister just kidnap our Omega?” Thomas asks.
“Yeah, the little brat did.”
An hour later, Violet’s hair and makeup is done. She’s changed into a free flowing gown, and it was very awkward because I had a boner while my sister was standing next to my Omega. If she saw I was pitching a tent, she would never let me live it down.
Thankfully, it’s not too hot out today; a nice cool breeze makes it easier for them to stand around and take photos.
We stayed back, watching from afar.
“She’s amazing,” Thomas says in awe.
“How the hell did we get so lucky to have her?” Nolan asks.
“No fucking idea,” I murmur, my eyes glued to the way the dress flows around her body, her belly out and on display. Rosalie moves around her, guiding her into different poses as she takes photos.
There were a few outfit changes, all of which she looked stunning in. But then it came time for the nude photos, and they walked down the hill a little bit, out of the view of the road. When we tried to follow, Macy demanded we sit and wait by the cars. She said that this part should be a surprise for when we got the photos back.
I would have been pissed if it wasn’t for the fact that Violet was enjoying herself. I haven’t seen her smile and laugh this much in a long time, and I’d be damned if we were the ones to ruin it.
“Come on, big guys,” Macy calls out. “Pack shots!”
A grin takes over our faces as we look at once another. “First family photos,” Thomas says with glee.
“Let’s go!” Nolan shouts.
Who knew something as simple as a photo together would make me feel so damn good.
I just hope when Violet sees the end results, she sees what we see. An amazing, strong, gorgeous Omega.
And she is all ours.