27. You Saw WHAT On The Ultrasound?!

Rex wokefrom a very realistic dream, achingly hard and panting.

In the dream, Olson had been smiling and wriggling his hips, prying his cheeks apart with his fingers to show Rex his tight pink hole.

He’d been begging Rex to put a third child inside him.

Were there already two? Rex didn’t know.

He couldn’t tell how bright it was outside because their bedroom had blackout curtains that kept out most of the light. Olson pulled a lot of late nights at the Wine Shack, so it made sense that he didn’t want to be woken by the sun.

Rex snuggled closer to Olson’s vague shape, carefully sliding his arm around Olson’s waist to bring their bodies back together. The closeness brought his cock between Olson’s cheeks, and the friction sent a jolt through his body.

He really needed to be inside Olson again. Olson had told him it was fine if they mated while he was sleeping.

Rex’s mouth went dry. If he was inside his omega right now, if he could breed Olson another time...

Precome dripped from his tip. He groaned softly and reached down to squeeze himself, but it was nothing like when Olson touched him.

He fitted his tip between Olson’s cheeks, dragging it up and down to smear his precome along Olson’s cleft. That made Olson smell like him, too. It made all his instincts rumble with pleasure. Especially when he slipped his fingers alongside his tip and found Olson’s entrance, rubbing it slowly and pressing against it, more and more firmly until Olson made a soft sound and his body yielded, taking Rex’s fingers into his hot tightness.

“Mine,” Rex groaned against his nape. He buried his fingers into Olson, all the way to his knuckles, looking for the spot that Olson loved.

He hooked his fingers against it, and a soft sound came out of his omega.

Rex throbbed. He needed his cock deep inside; he needed to pump his come deep into Olson’s body. Lock it in so it would take.

His balls ached with how much come they’d made.

Already, Olson’s body was responding. Olson’s hole fluttered around his fingers, completely wet. There was plenty of slick inside, more than enough for Rex’s cock.

“Pretty,” Rex whispered.

He could wake Olson up with his fingers alone. But Olson preferred Rex’s cock, and why let his mate settle for less when his cock had already given Olson several orgasms?

Rex pulled his fingers out and wiped them on himself, before fitting his tip against Olson’s leaking entrance, pressing it slowly in.

Olson opened easily. His wet heat sucked Rex deeper; Rex couldn’t help the snarl that left his lips.

He rolled them both over, Olson beneath him, and sank more of his cock into his omega. Olson was so tight inside. So hot.

Olson moaned into his pillow. Rex paused. Had he woken his mate? Olson got cranky if he woke too soon, and Rex didn’t want to make him angry.

So he slid slowly in and out, careful not to wake his omega. He pushed in all the way until he was fully buried, and Olson gave a shudder.

“Yes,” Olson moaned into his pillow.

“Olson?” Rex whispered.

Olson didn’t answer. Was he sleeptalking? He did that sometimes.

Rex leaned over to peek at Olson’s face, but Olson’s eyes were still shut. He was completely hard, though, his cock straining and leaking. Rex couldn’t help reaching for it, lightly stroking that hot, sensitive length. It was one of his favorite parts of his omega.

With his own cock still buried deep, Rex pumped Olson slow and firm, until Olson’s hips began to buck and he grew even wetter inside. Like he was begging Rex to fuck him through the bed.

Rex ached. He needed to move. He rocked into his omega, in and out. He pulled out halfway to see the vague outline of his cock, before pushing it all back in. Making its own space, claiming Olson inside.

Yeah, Rex really liked that thought. Claiming Olson, making Olson feel good. Leaving a big load of come inside his body, and mating him until his hole grew loose and open, stretched by Rex’s cock.

Later, Olson would stand up, and Rex’s come would leak down his thighs like the most intimate marking.

Rex pulsed inside his omega, his balls squirming with need. He pinned Olson properly. And he began to thrust, each stroke sending bliss through his veins. He imagined coming inside his mate; he imagined Olson waking up to his mating.

They’d done this in the past, Olson and George. Rex had seen it several times in his dreams.

He covered Olson with his body and pushed deeper, getting close to the edge. The thought of his come inside Olson always drove him wild; he bit lightly on Olson’s nape and sucked on his skin; he fucked Olson’s cock into his fist.

Olson made a soft sound and came. Rex paused, panting, just to feel the pulsing in his fist, just to smell the bitter scent of Olson’s come in the air.

“Olson?” he whispered.

Olson’s breathing had quickened, but he seemed to be still asleep. Rex rumbled, starting to thrust again.

He imagined giving Olson all of his come, putting a third baby inside, and he tumbled over the edge, his knot swelling inside his omega.

And now his come might take inside Olson’s body.

Rex growled with satisfaction, rolling his hips, grinding hard against Olson’s prostate so he jerked beneath Rex. Rex pushed on it again, over and over so Olson began moaning.

“Mine,” Rex growled in his ear, pushing his knot deeper. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Fuck,” Olson moaned. With a snuffle, he jerked, his breathing changing.

He was awake.

“Mine,” Rex whispered, grinding so hard against Olson’s sweet spot that Olson clawed at the bed, coming hard.

Rex didn’t let up on him. He held Olson down and kept on fucking in, using his knot to massage Olson’s prostate until Olson screamed, and came a third time.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Olson moaned, his body clenching. “Rex?”

“Mate,” Rex growled in his ear, pushing deeper again. “Take knot. Give you baby.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Olson groaned into his pillow. “I want your knot.”

“Mmmm. I give knot. Fuck with knot.” Rex sank it in, letting his weight take him all the way down. Olson shuddered, clutching at the sheets, coming again.

Rex lost track of how many times he made Olson come. He stayed inside long enough that he needed to come himself, and he filled Olson with a second load, never once pulling out.

“Lots of come,” he whispered in Olson’s ear. “Fill Olson with come. Breed Olson.”

Olson moaned, shuddering. “You’re the hottest fucking alpha alive. Fuck.”

That made Rex tingle all over. In his chest, between his legs. He kept on going until Olson clutched his arm and told him to stop.

“I—I need a break now. Need to breathe. Gods.” Olson sagged limply against the bed, covered in sweat.

“Back to sleep,” Rex murmured, kissing his shoulders. “Take my come. Another baby.”

“I don’t think there’s a second one in there,” Olson mumbled against the sheets.

“Think two babies. Want give Olson three.” Rex rubbed Olson’s belly, which was no longer flat. It had begun to swell a little, but it was even fuller right now because of Rex’s cock and knot.

“Oh, gods.”

Rex kissed his ear. “Pretty Olson.”

“You are pretty.”

Rex laughed. “Okay. I pretty.”

He cuddled Olson in his arms, both of them drifting back to sleep.

Fortunately,Olson’s morning sickness didn’t last long.

“I’m glad I’m not throwing up as often these days,” Olson grumbled as he and Rex hovered over a toilet at the Wine Shack. Rex was rubbing his back, holding out a glass of water that Olson accepted to rinse his mouth. He flushed the toilet and Rex stayed close, walking with him to the sinks.

“Sorry,” Rex mumbled guiltily. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time to give Olson the baby he wanted. It hadn’t occurred to Rex back then that there were side effects, that Olson was the one who’d take the brunt of the discomfort.

Olson huffed, the corners of his lips twitching up. He splashed water on his face and used Rex’s shirt to dry himself, his thin arms wrapping around Rex’s waist. “It’s also my fault, you know. I realized I was going to be pregnant, and I didn’t stop the pregnancy.”

“No want Olson fault,” Rex grumbled. “Olson is good.”

Olson kissed him. “No one is perfect. Everyone has feelings and desires that make them behave a certain way. I wanted your baby.”

Rex’s instincts fluttered with joy.

“Look at you smile,” Olson whispered, his gaze all warm and soft. “C’mon. We have a stool that needs fixing. Let’s see if you can work some magic on it.”

Over the past five months, Olson had been letting Rex help around the apartment and the Wine Shack.

It had begun with Olson trying to fix a stool at home. Rex had watched him fiddle with the screwdriver; when Olson had shown him how screws worked, Rex had taken the entire stool apart. Then he’d practiced putting it back together, gaining a sense of satisfaction when it didn’t fall into pieces. When he’d reassembled the chair a sixth time, it had felt more sturdy in his hands, like something Olson could sit on without it breaking beneath him.

That had made Rex realize he could do some good. That he could be useful.

From there, he’d poked around the apartment, dismantling and reassembling various pieces of furniture. Olson had been surprised when he’d opened a cabinet door and it wasn’t loose anymore; he’d smiled delightedly when he’d bumped into the kitchen table, and it didn’t tremble precariously like it was about to fall apart.

With that development, Olson had stopped focusing so much on Rex learning to read and write. He’d pointed Rex to videos about plumbing and repairs; anytime Rex had a question, he had Rex pause the video so he could get one of their parents to explain. Anytime their friends and family had something to fix, they invited Rex over for some hands-on experience, too.

So, Rex had become the official repair person at the Wine Shack. Olson had plans to enroll Rex in some classes if he ended up deciding that repair work was what he wanted to do for a living; he’d even set up a bank account for Rex, and paid him a wage.

Right now, they also had several childcare videos on Rex’s to-watch queue, because four months would pass in the blink of an eye.

And Olson’s belly was already half the size of a watermelon.

“Baby,” Rex rumbled, following Olson back out into the bar. He wrapped his arms around Olson from behind, rubbing both his hands over Olson’s belly.

Olson was smiling even before Rex peeked over his shoulder.

They headed into the kitchen together, where they found Aaren frowning. Olson had been worried about the chubby omega for a while.

“Bad?” Olson asked sympathetically.

“He said I’m fat and ugly,” Aaren mumbled, looking at his feet.

Olson narrowed his eyes. “You should leave him.”

“It—It isn’t that easy.” Aaren sagged. “I’m trying. I don’t know.”

“I can have Varrick go over for a ‘friendly’ visit,” Olson offered.

Aaren shook his head quickly. “No!”

Olson scowled. “Aaren. It’s not safe for you there. Damn it! We should’ve vetted that alpha before you went and moved in with him. We should’ve at least met him first.”

“I’ll go punch,” Rex growled.

Aaren grimaced. “No, just... stay out of it. I can handle it.”

Neither Rex nor Olson thought he could. But Aaren hadn’t shown any signs of being beaten. Olson had tried to examine him discreetly; he’d shared with Rex that he’d found no bruises.

Olson was on the verge of doing something, though. Rex could feel it in his bones.

It didn’t seem fair that Aaren had gotten tangled up with some jerkface alpha. Rex liked Aaren; Aaren was friendly and patient when Rex asked with broken sentences to modify his lunch order. But Rex also remembered Jag telling him—if an omega said no, then he wasn’t allowed to proceed.

He wondered if Jag knew about Aaren’s circumstances.

Olson sighed heavily. “Well, you know who to talk to if you need an ear. I have resources, Aaren. All you have to do is ask.”

Aaren nodded miserably, shooting a longing look at Rex’s hand on Olson’s waist.

Rex felt sorry for him. He left Olson briefly, ducking behind the bar to where Emmy kept a stash of his butt blessings—One for $5, Three for $10. Guaranteed to bring your butt many blessings!

Rex plucked one from the pile and returned to the kitchen, handing it to Aaren.

Aaren sighed. “I don’t think those work.”

Rex shook his head. “This one work.”

Aaren wrinkled his nose, but he slipped it into his apron pocket. “Thanks.”

Rex squirmedin the waiting room of the prenatal clinic. It was their first time here; the walls were filled with rainbow murals and happy animals in pastel colors, and one other couple shared the room with them. In the background, a lullaby played softly.

“Hey,” Olson murmured, squeezing Rex’s hand. “It’s okay.”

Maybe it was the scent of disinfectant—different from the one that haunted Rex’s nightmares, but it smelled similar enough that the hairs on his neck stood on end.

Or maybe it was the way the receptionist had been all cheerful, speaking slightly too fast for Rex to catch everything she said.

He felt clumsy with his words today, more than other days. “I... I not... speaking good.”

Would the doctor hear the first sentence out of Rex’s mouth, and say he was going to be a terrible dad? Gods knew Rex had been trying to put more words together. He’d practiced.

But words were slippery sometimes, worse when he was nervous. More than once, Rex had spoken to someone at the grocery store, or at the park, only for them to frown and ask him to repeat himself.

He knew he didn’t fit in; he knew he wasn’t like other alphas, other more capable alphas. And places like the clinic, where no one knew him, made speaking even more difficult.

“You don’t have to speak if you don’t feel like it,” Olson said firmly. “And if they can’t respect your words, we’ll go somewhere else.”

Rex sighed. “I don’t want... be bur—burden.”

Olson frowned. “You’re never a burden, Rex. You’re going to be a great dad because you care. It’s okay if words are hard for you.”

Rex squeezed Olson’s hand. Olson was the brightest spark in his life. “You amazing.”

Olson cracked a smile, leaning in to nuzzle him. “There are things a lot more important than how well you speak. You’re strong. You’ve survived crap that other people won’t even believe is real. Their opinions shouldn’t matter.”

Olson rubbed his thumb over the scars on the back of Rex’s hand, his gaze turning faraway. “Nothing can be worse than losing you, you know. So yeah, I know you have nightmares sometimes. I know you’re still learning and getting your feet under yourself. We’ll deal with rude people just like we’re dealing with life, okay? You and me, we’ll make this work. We’ll raise our baby and he or she or they will think you’re the best alpha dad ever.”

Olson smiled, all warm and sweet, and Rex had to kiss him.

Olson kissed back, rubbing his thumb over the matching ring on Rex’s finger. Rex grinned when he saw it, every single time.

“Love,” Rex whispered against his lips.

“Love,” Olson whispered back.

“Olson,” the nurse called.

Both of them jumped. Then Olson smiled and tugged Rex to his feet, and Rex crowded close to his omega as they entered the doctor’s office.

Dr. Smith was a beta with a grassy scent and a warm smile. She shook both their hands, glancing curiously at Rex. “Welcome to the clinic. What can I do for you today?”

Olson exchanged a look with Rex; Rex nodded to indicate he was okay with her talking speed.

“We’re here for the twenty-week ultrasound,” Olson said. “And whatever other tests I might need.”

Rex let them talk. There were a lot of medical words that would get overwhelming if he tried to understand it all, so he didn’t. He’d wait for Olson to tell him if there was something he needed to know.

The doctor asked Olson a lot of questions. Then she had Olson climb onto the exam table, and Rex winced.

At least the table was cushioned and there was a pillow. Olson seemed relaxed; Rex made himself swallow the anxiety in his gut.

Normal people went to doctors, Olson had told him. Most doctor visits didn’t hurt.

Dr. Smith had Olson pull his shirt up and his pants down a little, squirting some gel onto Olson’s belly. Then she pressed a stubby thing against Olson’s skin, looking at a mess of black and white dots on the computer screen.

After several taps on her keyboard, she made a soft sound of surprise. “Ah.”

Olson looked up curiously. “What is it?”

Dr. Smith looked Olson in the eye, then Rex. “This is your baby, right here,” she said. “See the arms and legs?”

Rex looked. That was their baby. Their baby. His heart swelled.

But... There were too many arms and legs.

He glanced at Olson, whose mouth had fallen open. They exchanged a look.

“Two?” Rex asked.

“Sure seems like it,” Dr. Smith answered with a smile. “And they both seem to be developing well. Congratulations.”

Rex’s instincts rumbled with delight. Olson wanted a baby. Two would make him twice as happy, right?

“Twins,” Olson whispered disbelievingly.

“Told you,” Rex said, nudging Olson’s calf. “Breed Olson. Give baby. Give again.”

Olson flushed a deep red. The doctor laughed, but it didn’t sound mocking.

So Rex said more confidently, “Olson like when... when I breed him. Breed many times.”

“Oh, gods, Rex,” Olson whispered, hiding his face in his hands. “I still have to look people in the eye after this.”

“You have come to the right place,” the doctor said, grinning. “Pregnancies may not always be the result of intentional breeding, but there are times when they are.”

“Give more?” Rex asked hopefully.

“Olson’s body can’t conceive any more babies right now,” the doctor said. “But he will be able to after the birth. I won’t suggest starting again immediately, though. He will need a lot of rest.”

Rex nodded quickly. “Help Olson rest. And come? Olson can come?”

“Yes, but he will be tender after the birth for a few weeks. No anal sex until he’s ready.”

“Okay.” Rex nodded again. “I suck Olson. Olson come lots.”

Olson groaned into his hands. “Oh, gods.”

“You will need some stress relief after the birth,” the doctor said with a smile. “If your alpha is volunteering, I don’t see why you shouldn’t take him up on it.”

“We’ll discuss that after we get home,” Olson mumbled.

The doctor tapped on the keyboard and showed them the twins from different angles. Rex stared at the images on the screen. He still couldn’t believe he’d put two babies into Olson’s belly. Twice as many claims as he’d expected.

Olson asked for four copies of the ultrasound photos. Rex wiped the gel off his belly, and helped to tug his clothes back into place.

Olson’s belly was already so round. Rex couldn’t help touching it.

He turned to the doctor hesitantly. “Olson belly round. I can mate?”

“You can’t possibly want sex all the way up till the birth,” Olson said with an amused huff. “But I’m fine with it if Dr. Smith is.”

“Gently,” the doctor said in a tone that brooked no argument. “Especially when Olson is close to the due date. You don’t want to hurt him or the babies.”

Rex nodded solemnly. “No hurt. Keep safe.”

Olson had to do a blood draw for some tests. It involved a needle, so Olson made Rex sit in the waiting area while he disappeared off to another room with a nurse.

Rex gritted his teeth, his arms so empty without his omega. He wasn’t sure he could look at needles without losing his mind, though. This was safer for everyone involved.

Olson emerged a few minutes later with a bandage on his inner elbow. “All done.”

“Hurt?” Rex asked.

Olson shrugged. “It won’t hurt as much as the birth.”

“No hurt,” Rex said, worried. “I—I don’t want... Olson hurt.”

Olson’s gaze softened. “We might have some options for less pain. No hurt.”

Rex nodded, gathering Olson into his arms.