Chapter 7 Luca
Luca
I walk backwards to the shower, unable to keep my eyes off Vera and Mathew, holding my stomach as I keep laughing way too hard. These two…
“You’re wobbling way too much. I can’t take your socks off this way.” Vera’s out of breath from snickering as she tries to keep Mathew upright. Then she turns to me, lightly glaring. “Come on. Stop laughing, help me out here.”
They’re not even drunk, though I’m sure the painkillers Mathew got aren’t helping. They’re just exhausted, running on too little sleep and unsteady on their feet from both.
I turn the shower on and go over to the two Omegas. Vera is still in her full gear, but she’s managed to get Mathew out of most of his clothes.
The main problem right now is that the moment Mathew lifts one of his feet, he starts to wobble. It’s not just when he tries to stand on his injured leg, but also on his good leg.
“Okay. Mathew, you can lean on me.” I stand next to him, on his bad side, and he holds onto my shoulder.
The moment he puts his weight on me, my mind flashes back to when he got shot. How he leaned so heavily on me back in that basement.
The fear, the shock, the terrified pheromones from the people in the basement.
“Luca?” Vera is standing in front of me, her worried gaze roving over my face as she touches my cheek. “Are you okay?”
Mathew immediately lets go of me, his gaze also filled with worry. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, taking their hands, trying to smile, to comfort them, stop them from worrying so much. “I’m fine.” Then I look up and see that Mathew is now fully naked. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
Luckily, the bandage the doctor put over Mathew’s stitches is waterproof, so now that we’re back home, he can take a shower without any issues. I think that ‘without any issues’ is putting the situation too lightly.
No issues with the stitches specifically, because there are plenty of other problems to overcome before he can take a shower. Like how he’s unsteady on his feet, which means that getting undressed and staying upright in the shower is an issue.
To be fair, I don’t think any of us are steady on our feet at the moment. We’ve all been awake for well over a day. I think I’ve been awake for nearly forty hours now, and it’s not like those were serene hours either, most of those hours were very stressful.
Mathew holds my shoulder as we stumble to the shower. He carefully steps under the water as I stay far enough away to not get the spray all over me. I don’t need to get wet just yet.
The Alphas are all showering downstairs, a quick and efficient shower, but the three of us wanted to shower here together, take our time.
This is my first time taking a shower with Vera and Mathew. I don’t know if right now is the best idea, but I also didn’t want to be away from them. And it’s not like my brain can get much more overwhelmed than it is, after everything we’ve been through. At least, I hope so.
I’m still wearing a mask, a fresh one that I put on before getting into the bathroom, so I should be able to last a while. Though, since I’ve not showered with a mask before, I don’t know how long it’s going to last. New things, lots of new things right now.
I’m glad my brain is too wrung out to do much right now.
Then, my eyes fall on the bathtub and I realise that Mathew could have sat on the edge of the bath to take his socks off. He didn’t have to stand up all wobbly, he could have just sat down. That would have been much safer.
Yeah, we’re all way too tired, if none of us came up with that idea…
“Hey, do you want to shower in your clothes?” Vera slides her arms around my waist, hugging me from behind, letting out a soft chuckle. “If not, you should probably take them off.”
And I really should stop zoning out, too. I’m in the bathroom, alone with my two Omegas, my two loves, a chance I don’t get very often, no matter the location.
I turn around in Vera’s embrace and put my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “Unless you’d like to take them off for me?” I don’t know where the boldness comes from, and my cheeks immediately flame up. But that doesn’t seem to faze Vera as she simply raises an eyebrow at me.
“Do I really have to undress everyone? Can nobody undress themselves anymore?” But even as she playfully complains, she slides her hands under my shirt, pushing it up. “Make sure you don’t lose the mask. We don’t want a repeat of last time.”
I nearly jump as a pair of wet hands from behind help Vera take the shirt off, apparently Mathew wants to join in too.
Oh, these two...
Once my shirt is off —and the mask still properly on— the Omegas go for my jeans and I swat their hands away. “Okay, I can do the rest myself.” I push at Vera lightly. “You go on in, I don’t want you to get cold.”
“Cold? With you two around?” She chuckles, grinning. “Not possible.”
Then Mathew pulls her further under the water, and the two burst out laughing when the stream hits her full in the face when she looks up at him.
I quickly get rid of the rest of my clothes and step into the shower, closing the door behind me. The mask feels weird, mostly because I’m fully naked otherwise, but it’s fine for now.
“Let’s get you cleaned.” I reach for the shampoo, but the two Omegas pull me between them, holding me there, as Mathew makes sure that my mask doesn’t get wet, protecting me from the water.
“Let’s do this first.” Vera’s voice is low, soft, soothing.
I’m surprised when, after a couple of seconds, the two still haven’t let their hands wander to more intimate places, simply holding me and each other, close together, comfortable.
Finally, my brain really slows down, no longer at high alert, no longer at fight-or-flight. Just, here, with my mates, at home, safe.
Safe.
My mates are safe.
I’m safe.
We’re all safe.
And the place that has brought me so many nightmares, so many bad experiences, so much trauma, that place is gone, as are many of the people who ran it.
Finally.
Gone.
Finally.
I don’t exactly know what happened after that, but the next time I become aware of my surroundings, the three of us are in the nest, wearing comfy pyjamas, and I even have a clean mask on.
Mathew is on my one side, Vera on my other, the two snuggling up against me tightly, though they’re not asleep yet, simply snuggling.
Something moves against my hip, and I let out a soft laugh. “Are you really horny right now? Seriously?” I nudge Mathew.
He looks up at me in surprise, then his face flushes and he reaches down, putting his hand on his belly.
“While I’m basically always ready for sex, that wasn’t me.” His voice is tender, full of wonder. He rolls on his back, opening his pyjama top, letting it fall open, as he puts his hands on his belly again. “Seems someone else is happy that everything is over too.”
Oh, wow.
Damn.
I sit up and Vera is next to me in a flash. Before we can even ask, Mathew pulls on our hands and puts them on his stomach, a broad grin on his face.
“I can’t believe she’s strong enough for others to feel her too now.” He sounds surprised as he stares down, his eyes wide.
“Well, we are at the halfway point.” Vera laughs, leaning over and kissing Mathew’s belly. “So it’s not unexpected that others can feel them too.”
“What about you?” I lean against her shoulder and she chuckles.
“I suspect that it’s a little harder for him to reach the outside world, since there’s more of a cushion around him.” She pinches her side, like that proves anything.
Mathew lets out a disbelieving sound, reaching for her and tickling her. Vera bursts out laughing, grabbing his hands and pushing them away.
Then Mathew flinches, letting out a short hiss, and we all still.
He takes a deep breath. “We don’t have to be super careful, but maybe a little more than this?”
“Probably.” Vera leans over and gives him a slow kiss, which makes Mathew moan softly. Honestly, these two are so horny around each other all the time. It’s really hot though.
They pull me between them again, and instead of kissing, they start nuzzling me, since that’s something I can do even with a mask.
While I’d love to be able to kiss them whenever I want, as long as I my mind still reacts negatively to Vera’s pheromones from time to time, the times we can kiss is limited.
But we can nuzzle all we want, as long as we make sure the mask stays on properly.
A thought comes to me and I don’t know if it’s a good idea, probably way too corny and embarrassing, but I still do it.
I slide down, slowly touching Mathew over his chest, until I’ve reached his belly.
There, I form my hand into a cup as I put my mouth as close to his belly as possible, like my words are only for his little girl.
“I hope you’ll grow up to be as proud of your daddy as I am.
He’s amazing and the best mate anyone could wish for. ”
“Luca...” Mathew’s voice comes out as a moan as he grips the back of my shirt. “Don’t say things like that out of nowhere.”
I turn slightly, so I can look at him, enjoying the flustered look on Mathew’s face. “Why? It’s the truth. Right, Vera?”
Vera grins at me, before turning to Mathew, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Yep, he’s totally right. You’re amazing.”
“Arg!” Mathew grabs one of the pillows and hides his face in it, letting out a muffled scream.
When he pulls the pillow away, his hair is all messy, which makes him look even more sexy.
“I’m not in a state to pin any of you down like I want to, and I’m pretty sure that neither of you are either.
So, can you stop being so irresistible?”
“Maybe.” I nuzzle his belly and then put my head on his good hip, so I can be comfortable while also having a good view of everything. The nest is so cosy that it doesn’t matter how you lie in it, it’s always a good position to sleep.
I put my hand over Mathew’s belly, not feeling any movement yet, but even knowing that I could feel the little ‘bump’ at any time makes me excited.
“I think Luca has the right idea.” Vera also makes herself comfortable at an angle from Mathew, with her head on his shoulder instead, almost parallel to me. Then she slides her hand down over Mathew’s chest and hooks her pinkie around mine, holding her hand on his belly too.
“Which part? The fondling me part? Or the sleeping part?” Mathew laughs, his eyes almost seeming to twinkle in the small lights in the nest. Then he leans his head against Vera’s and looks down, his face softening, before putting his hand over ours.
“All of it.” Vera lets out a deep yawn. “Any of it. I don’t know. Stop trying to make me think.” Her words slow down more and more. Then, she’s out like a light.
I meet Mathew’s eyes and we both grin. She can fall asleep so easily when she feels happy, it’s a gift.
Today might have been an exhausting day in many different ways, but feeling the movements from the little girl in Mathew’s belly makes it one of the best days of my life. Impressive, how a bad day can turn amazing, by such a small thing, quite literally, since she’s still so tiny.
I struggle to keep my eyes open any longer too, but I still notice it when Mathew ruffles my hair and mouths ‘sleep well’ in my direction.
Yes. Sleep.
Yes.