Angelo
Nine Months Later...
From all the reading I'd done, I knew most omegas couldn't wait for their pregnancies to end. But I wasn't one of them. In fact, I wished I could lengthen mine by a couple months. Maybe three.
"Hey, Karl?" I called from the sofa. "Is there any way to extend a pregnancy?"
I felt him appear behind me, draping his arms along my chest. "Extend a pregnancy... Never heard of that. You're not sick of the back pain and sore feet?"
I shook my head. "I can suffer through that for a few more months."
Karl leaned over so I could see his smirk. "A few months, eh? Can I hazard a guess as to why?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Laughing, he ruffled my hair. "Sorry, Krampus cum isn't magical. Now there's something I never thought I'd say. You want the baby to be born around Christmas, don't you?"
I blushed. "Yeah... I thought it would be cute."
"Why don'tyouhold the baby in for another twelve weeks? Give it a little more baking time?" he teased.
I regarded my round belly. It was as big as a beach ball. "I don't know about that. Our child seems pretty impatient to come out."
Karl placed his palm on my belly. It didn't take long for the baby to kick his hand. "Damn, that's one strong kick! I hope for your sake they don't come out with hooves at the ready..."
I smiled at my belly. I didn't care if my baby came out with horns, hooves, fur, a tail, anything. I'd love them all the same.
"Do you need anything, Angelo?" Karl asked. It was noon, so he was about to make lunch, but in these late stages of pregnancy he never liked leaving me alone, even if I was in the other room.
I shook the remote, indicating that I was about to watch a movie. "I'm okay, thanks."
"Let me guess.A Very Alpha Christmas?Is it even streaming at this time of year? It's only September."
I stuck out my tongue at him. "Yes, no, and for your information, I'm watching the DVD."
Karl cackled. "That's my mate."
As my alpha disappeared into the kitchen, I hit play on the menu screen. With my bundle of blankets, I nestled into the couch, ready to lose myself in my favorite movie.
But as the ice skating scene began, I felt a peculiar discomfort in my lower half. I fidgeted on the couch. Maybe it was just gas—that was one aspect of pregnancy I'd be happy never to experience again.
A few minutes later, I felt an unusual wetness between my legs. Had I spilled my drink? I lifted the covers to look, then realized what happened: my water broke.
"Oh dear," I said. "Um... Karl?"
He couldn't hear me over the clinking utensils—he must’ve been unloading the dishwasher.
"Karl!" I called out again.
That got his attention. He ambled into the living room with a dish towel in one hand and a spoon in the other. "What's up? Did they bump into each other at the skating rink?”
"Er, it's not that..."
Hearing my unusual tone, Karl ran to the couch. "Are you okay, Angelo?"
"Um. I think my water broke."
Karl choked and dropped the spoon. He struggled to catch it mid-air, then tossed it aside on the table before running to me.
