Chapter Twenty-Two
Rafe
“I can’t fit into these pants.” Pierce stomped out of the walk-in closet and tossed his denims on the floor. “At this rate, I’m going to have to just stay home naked in bed.”
I didn’t think that was a bad thing, having him there naked between the sheets. We all slept naked anyway and while he’d begun complaining about his waistline lately, I thought he was sexier by the day.
Quill was coming out of the bathroom and paused to take in the sight of our mate in his bathrobe and socks. “Why don’t you wear the paternity ones with the stretchy waist?”
“You mean these?” He picked up the pants and shook him at our alpha. “I don’t think they make them big enough for me. Even my robe doesn’t close anymore, and I bought the largest size at the paternity store.” He slumped on the bedroom chair, lip thrust out in a pout. “I give up.”
“Mate, you are having three babies. And remember, Kim said your weight and size are right on track.” I sat down beside him and bent to kiss his exposed belly. “You are doing a great job growing our children, and I’m so sorry it’s making you uncomfortable. Can I do anything to make you feel better?”
“Invent a robe big enough for a triplet dad.”
Quill sat on his other side and nuzzled his throat. “I liked your idea about staying naked all the time. Do you know how sexy you are while you are carrying our young?”
“About as sexy as a beached whale?”
“About as sexy as our beloved omega mate. Your body is doing what neither of ours can, you know. Only you in this relationship can carry these children until they are ready to emerge into the world.” I pushed his robe down and kissed his shoulder.
“And that is hot.” Quill followed my lead and together, we undressed our mate, untying his belt and removing his robe and socks. “Much better.”
“No, it’s not.” He wasn’t buying it, although we both meant every word. “You can’t possibly like this.” Pierce waved at his middle.
“Our babies? Our omega? What about either of those are we not supposed to like?” I shook my head at him. “You need a massage.”
“I need to get through this pregnancy and see what is left of my body.” Totally unlike Pierce who was usually the most cheerful of us. “It’s probably going to be tummy flab falling down to my knees.”
“Scoot up to the pillows and lie on your side, omega, and we’ll make it all better.”
“Hmmmph,” he grumbled, but with our help, he managed to get into the position with a little help from his alphas and we crawled up to lie on either side of him.
Slowly, gently, we stroked and caressed his body. As the triplets grew larger and remained active, it was more and more uncomfortable for our poor omega. Usually he didn’t complain, but we could see his swollen ankles and difficulty he had standing up from a soft chair. And the peeing every few minutes was really a problem. It cut into his rest.
As we gave him the easy, careful massage the midwife had suggested, another thing happened. A thing I slid down the bed to take care of with my mouth. While I sucked him off, Quill continued to work the tense muscles in his back and legs and buttocks. We’d learned how to help him, but it was a relief that the birth grew closer. He was only going to get bigger until then and less comfortable, so it was our job to make the experience as painless as possible. As we took care of him, our omega’s muscles relaxed and he dug his hands into my shoulders, muttering unintelligible things and groaning. I’d learned that was a good sign with our omega, and so I sped up, sucking and licking, taking him into my throat and swallowing around his girth.
Reaching between his legs, I toyed with his ball sac, teasing him until he rocked his hips and growled, losing control and spilling down my throat. I crawled back up the bed, where Quill and I cuddled our pregnant omega between us. This wasn’t the first time we’d gone through this with him, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, but we didn’t mind. Whatever it took to get him through, we were there.
And it was totally worth it as he drifted off to sleep in our arms, relaxed, no longer upset, and hopefully far away from the aches and pains of pregnancy he was experiencing in these last months. Omegas, especially those bearing multiples, were the bravest people in the world.