41. Rowan
Rowan
Seven months later
I was running out of clothes.
Every time I wore anything, Milo would claim it the moment I took it off and stash it in our nest. Only when my scent had completely faded from the clothing at the bottom of the pile did he let me take them back so I could make them smell like me again.
That was why I was at the store, yet again, buying a few more items of clothing to get me through this last stretch.
Selkie pregnancies were longer than humans’. He’d just started his eleventh month, and Rory would be with us in just a couple of weeks. Milo was still adamant that we were having a boy, and given that he’d somehow just known when he was pregnant, I had no reason not to believe him.
My phone vibrated as I was heading to the checkout.
Raina: How are our boys doing?
My siblings had been shocked to learn about Milo, and Milo had been shocked by the “human magic” of video calls.
While my family accepted that I had a boyfriend right away, they struggled—understandably—with believing he wasn’t human.
It took Milo shifting in front of them for them to take it seriously and stop asking if I was okay.
I trusted them not to tell anyone, and after they’d mostly wrapped their heads around it, they’d been supportive.
Raina planned to visit us shortly after Rory was born, and she had a lot of pregnancy tips to give Milo that I think he found a little overwhelming.
She’d been following up with me every couple of days since.
Me: No new developments.
Everything was going well, for the most part. As long as we were on land, and close enough to whatever Milo might suddenly crave to avoid a full meltdown. I tried to keep a bit of everything at the house, but he still surprised me occasionally with something new he desperately needed.
Between owing nothing on the house and the part-time work I’d picked up on Panak’s fishing boat, we could comfortably afford everything we needed for the time we spent here.
I hadn’t bought another boat. There wasn’t any need.
We used Panak’s boat for fishing, and it was certainly big enough to hold us, and he and Miki were happy to come past the colony regularly.
Panak couldn’t come into the colony like I could, but Miki liked to visit, and he was content fishing in his boat as he waited for her to come back. I often joined him.
If Milo wanted seal time in the water, we only had to ask and Panak and Miki would accompany us to somewhere safe and private, though he never wanted to swim for too long before he was tired and wanted to come back to the nest in my living room in front of the fire to nap.
I was thankful for it, really. The colony was beautiful, and our nest there was surprisingly comfortable, but it still didn’t give us as much privacy as my house did.
We’d also decided it would be best if he had the baby here.
Selkie pups couldn’t swim right after birth despite being born with their coats.
And the birthing parent needed lots of rest too.
That’s why Et’el had decided she and the healer from the colony would come and stay on land until it was time.
I was happy to have them, and offered to set up a temporary place for them to sleep in my former bedroom turned nursery, but Milo had been adamantly against that idea, telling us all that was Rory’s room and they weren’t allowed in there.
Et’el had told me later it was normal for selkies to get more territorial closer to the birth of their pups.
In Milo’s case, any visitors were allowed into our kitchen area and no further, and for their own sake, they had better not even glance in the direction of our nest. So for now, she and the healer were staying with Miki and Panak, close enough to get to us quickly if they needed to, but far enough that Milo could let his guard down.
It was for the best. Milo was almost as horny pregnant as he was in heat, especially lately. So it was helpful to not have to worry about our surroundings whenever he got in the mood.
I paid for the new clothing and food, and strapped everything to the ATV to head home. Raq and Et’el had promised to look after Milo while I was out, but he still got anxious when I was away from him for too long.
Thankfully, as I walked through the front door, he seemed to be doing okay. He rushed over to greet me as fast as he was able to. His huge round belly pushed against me as his arms wrapped around my neck, and he yanked me down to breathe in my scent at my neck and calm himself with it.
Seeing Milo get so pregnant had definitely awakened things in me I didn’t know about myself.
While he was understandably over it, I absolutely loved seeing him so round with our child.
He’d softened up all over too. Even his chest, which was swollen with milk for Rory.
He was so perfect. So sexy. I couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of me.
He pulled away to snatch the shopping bags from my hands, and took them over to the dining table before emptying them over its surface. Both Et’el and Raq came over to join him in curiously going through the snacks I’d acquired.
They were quiet. Too quiet. It only took a moment to realize that was because none of them were wearing their coats.
Then I heard the dryer.
“Milo, you didn’t,” I gasped, rushing over to switch it off.
Sure enough, when I opened it up, there were three very warm, very fluffy selkie coats inside.
Milo’s head bumped my arm as he wriggled his way underneath it, his hands reaching in to snatch up all three coats as he squealed. “They’re so fluffy!”
He ran back to the others, distributing the coats. Et’el and Raq gasped in amazement as they rubbed the coats against their faces.
“Human magic is amazing,” said Raq.
“We need to get a dryer in the colony,” said Et’el.
Milo pouted. “Rowan said the human magic doesn’t work in water. It’s connected to the houses and can’t be removed.”
That was more or less what I’d said. I had tried to explain electricity to him, but he was pretty set on it being human magic and leaving it at that.
I sighed, walking over to my mate and wrapping my arms around him. My hands smoothed over the round swell of his belly, until they rested underneath and I lifted, easing the weight of it as he sighed in relief and snuggled back into me. His belly was so big. So round. So heavy. So beautiful.
Milo groaned as he munched on a cookie from a packet he’d torn open, and I smiled as I kissed his neck gently.
Again. And then he made another kind of groan that I recognized.
Raq seemed to recognize it too, and I probably should have been embarrassed at what that meant as his face flushed pink, though I couldn’t quite get myself to care.
“I think we should go visit Miki,” Raq said as his hand hooked Et’el’s arm.
“But the food only just got here,” she complained, still going through my shopping haul on the table.
“Yes, go visit Miki,” Milo agreed as he turned in my arms, his hands smoothing over my chest until they reached the back of my neck and he pulled me down to claim my lips, dipping his tongue into my mouth immediately. I probably should have cared about that too.
“Oh, for goddess’ sake. We get it, you’re in love,” Et’el grumbled.
“We’re going. But I’m taking this,” she decided, and some packaging crinkled as she snapped something up from the table, but I hardly cared.
She could have whatever she wanted, because I had everything I wanted right here in my arms.
The front door closed, and we were alone.
I scooped Milo up and carried him over to our nest to lay him down.
He was already wet for me, but that wasn’t surprising.
It didn’t take much to get him riled up lately.
I could just look at him for a moment too long and he’d basically start clawing at me and begging for my dick.
And my little selkie prince always got what he wanted.
Milo’s hands basically tore at my clothing as I focused on positioning him on the pillows in a way that would keep him comfortable.
Then wet heat was welcoming my dick inside as Milo groaned and dug his claws into my sides. I couldn’t fuck him as hard as I used to, but I didn’t need to. Having him at all was heaven.
“Look at you,” I groaned, smoothing my hand over his firm belly as I rocked my hips slow and deep. “So round with our pup. You look so sexy.”
Milo moaned as my hand trailed higher to squeeze at his chest.
“Look at these full tits.”
He mewled, eyes rolling back into his head as he rocked his hips against me. His nipples had been even more sensitive lately, and we expected him to start leaking any day now.
“Fuck, I should make sure you’re always pregnant.”
He tightened around me. “Yes,” he sobbed. “Always want to be full of your pups. Rowan!”
I gave him a little more, making sure I didn’t squish his belly as I pulled his legs up to angle my dick deeper inside him.
It didn’t take long before he was sobbing as he came, and I followed him only three thrusts later, filling him with cum as if I could get him pregnant again before he’d even had this baby.
Milo fell asleep as we caught our breath, tired from exerting himself but entirely satisfied if the soft smile on his lips was anything to go off.
I cleaned us both up, then placed a kiss to his belly before lying down beside him and pulling him into me. He was safe, warm, and loved. And so was I.