"I was going to tell you before the party." His hand stays on his stomach. "Then you kept staring at my ass and I got distracted."
"You're pregnant."
"You both fuck me constantly." He sets the cake knife down. "What did you expect?"
"I'm not complaining." I push off the door frame and cross the kitchen. His back hits the counter as my hands find his hips and lift him onto the granite.
"I’ll put Soleil down for her nap and I'll join you." Amos carries her down the hall toward the nursery. "Give me five minutes."
"Five minutes." Mattaniah says it against my mouth. "We can work with five minutes."
I carry him to the bedroom, eagerly taking in everything about his body. How did I not notice? The changes are subtle but he’s got that same glow as when he was pregnant with Soleil.
"Stop looking at me like that." His voice comes out breathless when I lay him down on the mattress.
"Like what?"
"Like you're cataloguing me."
"Iamcataloguing you." I pull my shirt over his head and toss it on the floor. "I'm cataloguing every part of you that's different from the last time I had you on this bed."
"I'm fatter."
"You're fuller." I press my mouth against his collarbone and his back arches off the mattress. His scent blooms under my mouth, coconut cream and the new vanilla undertone. My mouth moves down his chest to his belly, tracing the faint silver lines left behind from the first pregnancy. "Every part of you that changed from carrying Soleil is the part I want to worship."
"Worship is a strong word for a man who just carried me to bed like a sack of potatoes."
"You weigh more than a sack of potatoes and I'm not apologizing for the delivery method." I mouth the skin below his navel and his hips lift off the bed. My teeth press against his hip bone and he gasps. "You've been pushing me all day. You wanted this."
"I wanted this since I woke up this morning." His hands find my hair and grip. "I'm pregnant and hormonal and you looked stupidly attractive holding Soleil while she smeared cake in your hair."
"Stupidly attractive is a new one."
"It's the only accurate description." He pulls my head up by the hair until we're face to face. "Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?"
I kiss him because the answer is both. The taste of sparkling cider and frosting on his tongue makes the last thread of restraint snap. His legs wrap around my waist, his heels digging into my lower back. The sound he makes when I grind against him is loud enough to carry through walls. A whine that starts low in his chest and pushes out of him before he can catch it, the Omega response he used to choke back and now lets fill the room.
"Amos is going to hear that." I pull back enough to strip my shirt off.
"Good. Maybe he’ll get Soleil down faster, then." Mattaniah's hands find my belt and pull. "Get these off."
His pants follow mine, the slick already there, warm against my fingers when I slide my hand between his thighs. His body is more responsive since the first pregnancy, his need for us growing over the past year we’ve been together.
"Dominic." His voice cracks when my fingers push inside him. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please don't make me beg when I'm already wet and pregnant and asking nicely."
"That's not asking nicely. Asking nicely involves the word please without the commentary."
"Please fuck me, you insufferable Alpha, before I finish without you and ruin your ego."
The bedroom door opens and Amos slips in, pulling his shirt over his head as he crosses to the bed. "She's asleep. The sugar crash hit early." He climbs onto the bed behind Mattaniah after setting the baby monitor on the nightstand, our Omega's body settling back against his chest. "What did I miss?"
"Your mate called me an insufferable Alpha and threatened to come without me."
"Both accurate assessments." Amos’ pine and cedar scent wraps around us from behind, mixing with ours making the bedroom smell like all three of us. "A second pregnancy, Niah. You're going to give Dominic another excuse to hover."
