Already this was going all wrong. Adrien was supposed to have said, “I want to raise him together,” and Heath was supposed to say, “I want that, too,” but now Adrien was talking about taking the baby or having visitation rights.

Fuck!

“You would be allowed to see him,” Heath gritted out. “But…”

“But?”

“But that’s not what I want to happen.”

“You don’t want me to see him?” Adrien’s eyes went wide with hurt. He reached for his glasses on the table by the bed and put them on.

“No! I mean…yes, I want you to see him.” Heath took Adrien’s chin in his hands and tilted his head up, gazing at his eyes through the glasses lenses.

“I don’t want you to leave him—or me—at all.”

Adrien’s smile was the sweet, helpless, silly one that made Heath’s gut do

somersaults. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So how would that work? Exactly?”

“You’d stay here.”

“In the nest?”

“No. I imagine once the wee one is a few weeks old, you’ll want to get out and explore. And when he’s a bit older, you’ll want to make a life of some kind. Return to school or take on charity work of some kind. Until you get pregnant again.”

Adrien’s smile was like sunshine in spring. Sweet, uplifting, perfect.

Heath never felt more alpha than when that smile was turned his way. “You want to do this with me again?” Adrien said, touching his stomach. It shifted restlessly beneath his hand. “But you haven’t even met him yet. What if he’s not what you were expecting?”

“He’ll be yours and mine, and that’s what I’ve wanted from the beginning.”

Adrien rubbed his stomach, his joyful expression almost painfully sweet.

“That’s what I want, too,” he said finally. “That’s what I’ve wanted for a long time now.”

Heath’s heart exploded with elation. “So you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

“And you’ll raise him with me?”

“I don’t want to leave him the way my omega parent left me. I want to be there for him.” Adrien took Heath’s hand with a touching laugh. “I saw those pictures in your album of you and your omega parent, your da, and I felt for the first time how much I wish I’d known mine. Heard his laugh. Known his voice. I don’t want my child to grow up without that. Even though I know you’d take good care of him. You and Simon.”

“Simon’s too old to be his nurse. We’ll need to hire a new one.”

“Simon will be his grandfather,” Adrien said firmly.

“Essentially, I suppose he will.” Heath kissed Adrien’s nose and removed his glasses again, putting them on the nightstand. “I need you on my cock now,” he rasped. “Where you belong.”

Adrien didn’t hesitate, straddling his hips and sliding down onto Heath’s cock with ease. He was wet and clingy on the inside, and it drove Heath wild to watch him writhe on his cock, his pregnant stomach so taut and hard, and

his dick jutting out from beneath it with pink urgency.

“That’s it,” he said as Adrien worked himself up to a frenzy. “You belong right here. With me. Riding my cock.”

“Yes,” Adrien agreed, his chest, throat, and cheeks red, and his cock dripping pre-cum all over Heath’s furry stomach. “Yes, I belong with you.”

“Belong to me,” Heath corrected.

And Adrien didn’t hesitate to agree. “Yes. I belong to you. I’m yours.”

He put one hand over the bulge of his stomach and groaned, “We’re yours.”

“Fuck, yes,” Heath shouted, gripping Adrien’s hips and plowing up into him hard and fast. He loved fucking this boy, loved his noises and his body.

Loved knowing that his child was planted inside, growing so fast, and going to be born so soon. He loved the way milk leaked from Adrien’s nipples, slipping down his sweaty chest and sliding down his stomach. He loved the way Adrien didn’t care anymore, didn’t question it. He was the most accepting, beautiful, delicious man he’d ever met, and he wanted to fuck him until the end of time.

That was his last thought before orgasm took him. He crowed, arching up, fucking deeply into Adrien’s squirming body, and reveled in the rapid-fire spurts of cum that shot from Adrien’s dick. He shuddered and groaned, filling up Adrien’s ass with his semen, eyes rolling back, as he gritted his teeth and rode out the shocks of ecstasy that were almost too much, too good.

He was just coming down from that high when he felt the heat of slick gushing over his stomach, hips, and thighs. Copious slick. Like a water balloon had burst over his groin and body.

Adrien was still coming, his body shaking as he spurted load after load, but Heath stared up in shock as more slick—no, fluid—poured from Adrien’s ass. He waited until Adrien was done coming, and then pulled him down, until they were resting on their sides. He was still deep in Adrien, enjoying his heat and tightness, as he waited for Adrien to calm down enough to notice.

Eventually, he did, but not until his entire abdomen went tight and hard and he groaned in pain. “Oh!” he cried out. “Did we… I think we hurt the baby!”

“No,” Heath said calmly, stroking Adrien’s cheek. “You’ve gone into labor. A little early. But not too early. The doctor said it could be anytime now, remember?”

Adrien’s eyes went wide.

Heath felt strong tension around his cock as another labor pain gripped Adrien. When it had passed, Heath pulled out slowly. Another gush of fluid pulsed out of Adrien’s ass, along with actual slick this time. His body’s way of lubricating the baby’s exit. They’d read about this part just a few weeks before in the pregnancy book.

Time flashed in and out of Heath’s mind.

Later, he remembered yelling for Simon to call the doctor, and he remembered Adrien’s face distorted in agony. He remembered blood, and Adrien’s hand clenching his so hard that he thought his bones would break.

He remembered a lot of things, but none so clearly as the moment his child—

their child—burst out of Adrien’s body like a canon shot.

The doctor caught him, covered in white stickiness and gore, and wiped him down quickly, before passing him up to Adrien, who reached for him immediately. Heath’s chest felt almost too full for breath, and then he realized why. He was crying.

“I love you,” Adrien whispered to the baby, kissing his still-damp, screaming head. “I love you so much.”

Heath cuddled them both close, burying his face in Adrien’s neck, and tried to stifle the sobs. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Seeing his child had undone something inside him, and he couldn’t get it tied up tight again. Adrien cooed and soothed, and Heath didn’t know if it was for him or the baby.

Probably for both.

He kissed Adrien’s shoulder and hastily wiped at his eyes, sitting up to get a better look at his son.

ADRIEN HADN’T EVER felt pain like that before. And he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to feel pain like that again.

Though staring down at his son, sucking hungrily at his chest, eating for the first time, he thought it might, possibly, be worth it.

The doctor had seen him through it all and then promptly disappeared with a hearty congratulations for them both. Simon had hovered outside the door, and they’d let him in once the doctor had left. He paced now in urgent

excitement, his jowls shaking with each step, and his voice high-pitched with joy. “He’s beautiful, lovey. He’s perfect. What will you name him?”

“Calm down, old man, or you’ll give yourself a heart attack,” Heath muttered, though his eyes remained suspiciously wet.

Adrien had been in too big of a state of shock—what with an infant having just shot out of his asshole—to really absorb it earlier, but he was starting to feel it now: Heath had been so moved that he’d cried. Good God, they were both ridiculous. And in love. And now in love with this baby, too.

Adrien’s heart soared. He’d never known such happiness could exist.