Marcellus nudged Wes carefully. The omega looked up at him, a contented smile on his lips. He raised a brow.
“What is it, babe?”
“Are you happy here? Really happy?”
Wes ran a hand over his swollen belly. “I am.” He squeezed his alpha’s hand back. “I thought I was going to be giving something up by coming here, but...” he cast his eyes over their family. “Look at them. Look at all of their beautiful children. I-I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”
Wes’ voice quivered. Marcellus’ eyes went wide as tears collected in his eyes. He quickly cradled his mate’s cheeks in his palms.
“Hey, hey, why are you crying?”
Everyone’s eyes were on Wes in an instant. If Marcellus thought he was the only protective one over the omega, it was clear he wasn’t. That warmed his heart even more. No matter what happened in life, his mate would be safe, protected, and loved.
“I’m fine guys! Really.” Wes waved a hand and chuckled. “It’s just preggo hormones, I swear.”
“Maybe you should get that omega of yours into a bed so he can rest,” Mikhail suggested. “It was a long flight and a full day.”
“You’re absolutely right.”
“Oh no, I want to stay.” Wes pouted. “I haven’t seen my brothers in so long, and I owe them so much right now.”
“We’refine.” Axel sat there shaking his head. “Besides, since you’ve moved here, we’re going to have to see your mug all the time. I’m sure we’ll get sick of it soon enough.” He grinned. “Go get some rest before your alpha pulls something from worrying over you.”
Wes laughed. “All right, I suppose I am a little tired.” He stood up, and Marcellus was on his feet to take his arm in a flash. “I love the place, but I think I’m going to clean up a little.”
“Wes,” Marcellus started.
The omega held up a hand. “Just a little! Not that it’s dirty or anything, but I just feel like I should arrange things a little more and get them all neat and everything, okay?”
Marcellus sighed. They waved to their brothers and headed back to their house. “Fine, but only a little bit and then I want your cute ass in that bed.”
Wes purred and winked up at him. “Of course, my love.”
Marcellus groaned. “Stop that. You know what that purring does to me.”
Wes laughed.
* * *
"Ungh. Shit."
Marcellus stirred out of his sleep. The groaning continued even once he was awake, so he knew that it wasn't a dream. He slowly pushed himself up. Wes gripped his belly and panted. Sweat poured down his face.
"Wes?" He quickly threw off the blanket. "What's wrong?"
"Baby... coming," he breathed deeply, but it ended in a moan. "Contractions... lots."
Wes' face was screwed up from the pain he was going through. Marcellus quickly laid a hand on his mate's belly before he hopped out of bed, then tugged on a pair of shorts.
"I'll be right back, love. Don't worry. Just, just breathe, and I'll be right back."
"Okay." Wes nodded hard and gritted his teeth. "Hurry!"
Marcellus rushed out of the room. He went to his papa's house and knocked hard until the man opened the door with half-lidded eyes and messy hair.
"What's the matter, son?"
"It's Wes. He's in labour." He pointed back at the house. "Hurry, he seems to really be in pain."
