The same goes for sex.
At first, I waited for him to take the initiative, but with each day of living together, I grew bolder.
I started with simple things, like brushing against him as if by accident, letting him notice my hardness. Sometimes, out of nowhere, I would lean in and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth.
About a week into our life together, I found myself sneaking into the shower with him, blinking innocently as I ran my hands over him, offering to help wash his body, and then making out with him.
Now I’m even bolder.
I feel adventurous enough to simply slide between his knees and unbutton his pantswheneverI feel like it.
When I take him into my mouth, what I see in his gaze is nothing short of absolute approval.
Our True Mate Bond allows us very frequent fucking, and I’m not about to deny myself that.
As soon as he finishes in my mouth, I climb onto him and sink down onto his still hard cock.
Snow watches as I slide up and down his shaft, then he raises his eyes to my face, holding my gaze for a moment before dropping it to my bare chest. His fingers pinch one of my nipples, and a tiny stream of milk leaks out.
With hungry eyes, he licks it away.
And I feel just… pure happiness.
But with Snow, I feel it every day.
As if I’m constantly flying, high above the ground instead of walking. And it feels just… normal.
???
About a month and a half later, when my mammary glands are producing a decent amount of milk, I decide to go see Theo again.
This time his belly is even bigger. He shows me the ultrasound results. For the first time, I see 3D images of the kids’ little faces, and I stare at them for a long time.
While we sit and talk, Theo lets me touch his belly from time to time, listening to the babies’ heartbeats, which, as omegas, we can hear clearly by now even through the layers of skin and uterine walls.
I ask him how he feels, if he has any regrets, or if he mourns the decision he made.
Theo answers, "I would, if you hadn’t shown up here, Summer. Thank you for coming. You’re truly… incredible. This past month I’ve felt happier, and it has made this pregnancy easier to bear. It’s not a simple challenge—it's a double, after all—but now I see the light at the end of the tunnel." He smiles. "Knowing my children will have you, and what you’re doing…" He gestures toward my chest. "It’s a gift. Something I could never have asked for myself, a sacrifice very few would make. That’s why…" he exhales, "I sleep much easier now."
Then he opens his arms and pulls me into a soft embrace.
For a moment, we sit like that, holding each other.
"You know, you’re starting to smell like milk. Like you really gave birth to your own babies," Theo suddenly says, meeting my eyes.
And then… he does something I didn’t expect.
He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
I’m so stunned I don’t pull away. I just let his mouth brush gently against mine for a moment.
Then he straightens with a quiet smile, tucking a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, and somehow I understand what that gesture means.
It’s his acceptance of my parenthood of his children.
In a way, it’s love and gratitude. He’s about to give me a gift, amiracle, and I can see he’s made peace with it.
I could get annoyed, but I don’t. I just smile.
