THIRD PERSON POV

'It's so damn hot in here. Why is everything spinning? Oh fuck, I'm gonna puke again.' Jax rocked back and forth atop the closed toilet seat, squeezing his eyelids together as he clutched either side of his throbbing skull, curls spilling between freckled fingers.

Maybe, if he sat there long enough and tuned out everything just right, he would wake up. Because all of this had to be some crazy, fever-induced acid-trip dream, right?

"Jax, please." That same, deep as fuck, sexy-ass voice that belonged to none other than Jax's equally sexy-ass mate filtered in from the other side of the locked bathroom door once again, and the Beta winced.

It had to have been at least an hour since Jax had barricaded himself inside the ridiculously fancy bathroom in their honeymoon suite, and his oversized worrywart of an Alpha had been standing just outside the door like a knight at his post, begging to be let inside for about ninety percent of that time.

Well, sucks to suck. Corey would have to bust down the door before Jax would ever consider letting that happen.

Nope, he was either going to stay in this bathroom that smelled like flowers and rich people soap until he woke up from this terrifying dream, or he'd eventually died of starvation and the housekeepers would be left to sweep up a dusty pile of bones in the spot where he used to be.

When Jax didn't reply to his desperate plea, but instead just continued his rocking-chair motion on top of the toilet, Corey rested his forehead against the door, pressing on.

"Was it the food? It is okay if you got diarrhea from the spicy tacos, I do not care. Just please, gift. Let me help you."

'Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.' Jax's feverish mind repeated the same word throughout every second of his husband's frantic spiel, and he clenched the sides of his head tighter, wishing he could make his fingers disappear right through the lump of mush that he called a brain.

Because what the fuck?! How did he even get here?

Only a few days ago, everything had been so perfect, like some kind of fairytale that Jax never wanted to even think about waking up from. And aside from a few hiccups - namely, the one where Daffodil had accidentally booked their honeymoon for Cancun instead of France as was originally planned (which admittedly, was one hundred percent their fault for not asking the Faerie if he knew how to read before assigning him hotel duty) - their time together in the unexpected oasis was a welcome change from the constant responsibilities of pack life.

... Well, that is if you didn't count the way Jax now toddled around with what felt like a permanent limp after Corey insisted on fucking his new husband sideways atop every flat surface, as well as in the air a couple of times (which was something that Jax still didn't quite understand the physics of) throughout the entire first twenty-four hours of their trip.

But once they finally managed to peel their sticky limbs apart and gather the few rogue brain cells necessary to step outside of the fucked-out confines of their hotel room (sorry, housekeeping staff), their honeymoon quickly evolved into one to be remembered, what with all of the orangey-cream colored walks on the beach, the multiple, private excursions that they laughed their way through, and the way Jax managed to charm the pants off of everyone they met (including Corey himself) with his impeccable Spanish.

But then, on the dawn of their third day in paradise, the queasiness began.

At first it was just a barely-there tickle, like a little feather scratching the wrong way at Jax's gut. But as the morning wore on, and Jax prepared to swallow a giant forkful of his opulent, extremely nutritious breakfast of cheesecake french toast with a side of double-sweetened coffee, that tiny tickle turned into a twist, and the Beta excused himself from the table in a hurry, beelining straight for the restrooms on the other side of the restaurant.

Unfortunately for him though, the frenzied Beta didn't quite make it to his destination in time, and instead, he ended up vomiting his guts right up into the closest potted plant.

That first bout of vomiting wasn't what made him freak out, though. Nah, that first time was very clearly a direct result of spoiled cream cheese in his french toast, or something like that.

And even the second time, Jax still wasn't horribly alarmed, seeing as to how they had just left the beach and he could easily attribute his stomach throwing a fit to the very reasonable likelihood that he'd just swallowed a nice, immune-boosting mouthful of ocean water.

... But the third time, when - for no apparent reason - he vomited so damn hard that bile sprayed from his nose and his stomach practically touched his spine? Yeah, that shit was more than enough to send him directly into a spiral.

Jax had no doubt that Corey was looking for him like a crazy man when he abruptly ran off for the umpteenth time since they arrived at their resort destination, but quite honestly, Jax had way too much on his mind to care. Plus, Corey was a grown man, meaning he could survive on his own while Jax sped off like a toddler set loose and had a lovely, impromptu nervous breakdown in the relative safety of the closest janitor's closet he could find.

He'd dialed Benji's number fingers so shaky and hands so sweaty that he dropped his phone a few times (luckily, it was already cracked to hell from the past million times he dropped it in the past), but before long the pink-haired medic was greeting him from the other end of the line with a sleepy groan and a playful, "So, which vertebrae did Corey shatter this time, lover boy?"

However, when Jax immediately burst into a monsoon of tears, launching headfirst into a wobbly screech of a story about any and everything that had transpired over the past couple of days, Benji's demeanor instantly transformed into a much more serious one.

Before Jax knew it, Benji had used whatever that freaky witchy magic he and his brother possessed to conjure up a pregnancy test - a literal fucking pregnancy test - directly into the center of his palm.

Jax only snorted out a humorless laugh at the medic's absurd hypothesis. Because, like, being so fucking serious - there was absolutely, positively zero chance that he was pregnant.

Like really, really. There was no way. Nada, zilch, nil.

But when Benji sighed aloud and told him to "Just humor me and pee on the damn stick already," The supremely stubborn side of Jax's brain dug in its talons.

Oh, he'd piss on the stick alright.

In fact, he'd waterboard that 'lil plastic piece of junk, just to show that cocky, cotton-candy-headed ass Faerie how wrong he was.

A mischievous smirk stuck to his face like a bloodthirsty tick as Jax torpedoed out of the janitor's closet, up the elevator to the top floor, and straight into their lavish bathroom. And - true to his word - he peed all over that stupid fucking stick until it dripped into the basin, only to cap it closed and set it on the corner of the counter with a smug huff.

All that was left now, was to wait.

For any regular person, that should be the easiest part, waiting. But you see, Jaxon Cahill could never exactly be described as the sanest person on the block, because the moment he lowered the toilet lid and planted his sore ass on top of it like a king on a throne, his brain immediately began formulating an increasingly convincing list of all of the reasons why there might be just an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny speck of merit to Benji's outlandish suspicions.

I mean, there was that bizarre as fuck reaction from Daffodil only a few moments before he stepped out into the aisle on his wedding day. But to be fair, if there was one thing that that adorable little weirdo was known for, it was his inherently quirky behavior, so it wasn't like that really counted as proof.

But then, there was the slightly more alarming fact that he and Corey were pretty much the unofficial diplomats of the creampie capital of the world. Like, it was so bad that if he had to make a bet, Jax would literally put money on the fact that he wouldn't even be able to spell 'condom.'

But come on. Who could really blame him when that sexy hunk of a man literally toted around a cock of mass destruction at all times? Not getting thoroughly bred by that juicy thing on the regular would practically be a sin. And Jax? He was very, very determined to be the best little sin-free angel that he could be.

Then, there was the glaring issue of his bitterly recent heat, for which he and Corey - in a blaze of uncontrollable lust and desire - took absolutely zero precautions to prevent the very obvious biological goal of said momentous occasion.

And that - my friends - is how Jaxon Cahill ended up curled up in a ball on top of the toilet, shaking with disbelief as his Alpha banged on the door with those giant, warm, calloused, delicious hands of his.

'Goddammit, now is not the time to be horny again, you insatiable cock muncher! That's exactly what got you into this fucking mess in the first place!' Jax chastised himself, releasing the sides of his head in favor of swatting firmly at his clammy cheeks. Maybe, if he hit hard enough, he'd jostle a few brain cells back into place and wake up that way.

"Jaxon Cahill." Corey's voice was even deeper now as it rumbled from the other side of the door, so calm and collected that it honestly scared Jax a little bit. "If you do not respond to me within the next five seconds so that I know you are okay, I will not hesitate to eliminate this door."

Flinching, Jax's eyes widened with terror at the prospect of Corey finding him this way. Sure, his Alpha was always beyond reassuring and supportive during literally every single one of his previous spells of unpredictable hysteria, but this wasn't your average panic attack.

Because fuck, this had the potential to change everything.

Before he could get too caught back up in the tangled spiderweb of his brain, Jax reminded himself that his number one priority right now was throwing his husband off of the scent of his deception. So, banging his forehead against his drawn-up kneecaps, Jax forced out a shaky breath and got to work.

"Oh, I'm just fine, my dear husband!" He harked, hating the way the clipped, uncharacteristic words tried to stick to his throat like glue. "Just... pooping! Whew, so, so much poop, it's really kinda crazy! So you know, you should probably just go far, far away, and leave me alone so I can unclog my bowels in peace!" Jax forced a chuckle, although the sound came out mechanical and plastic-y since there was no smile to accompany it. "I mean, a bottom's gotta do what a bottom's gotta do, amirite?!" He tacked on for good measure, hoping it would make up for the absolute clusterfuck he was slowly but surely talking himself into.

For a moment, Corey was quiet. Too quiet, in fact. But sooner than later, that annoyingly calm voice tolled once again, emphasizing the stark contrast between it and Jax's shaky, bumbling excuse for an alibi.

"Jaxon," There he went again. Honestly, Jax was starting to feel like he was getting seriously scolded each time his mate uttered his name like that. And under any other circumstances, he probably would have liked it, too. "I am more than happy to let you have your..." He paused, "... 'bottom privacy time' whenever and wherever you require it. However, right now I can feel your distress, and gift... it's breaking my heart."

Jax whimpered under his breath at that. How he so dearly wished that he could find a way to gather up the courage to just let his mate in, to allow his Alpha to wrap him up in his arms and love away all of his anxieties, uncertainties, and fears. But just as he lifted his head from his cavern of woe to weigh the risks and benefits of that option a little more, an unanticipated glimpse of the pink stick he'd abandoned on the counter nearly an hour ago sent everything crashing to the fucking ground like a helicopter in a hailstorm.

Jax had never shot to his feet so fast, which, consequently, carried the immediate consequence of a sudden wave of dizziness that left him stumbling backward. So, naturally, his shins caught the rim of the clawfoot bathtub, and in a panicked flurry of limbs, raw adrenaline, and a terror-stricken shriek, Jaxon went tumbling down into the basin, and Corey went crashing through the door, leaving the hunk of carved wood hanging awkwardly on bent hinges.

"Owww!" Jax cried out, rubbing at his lower back as Corey barreled through the distance between them in what seemed like a single step. The Alpha's eyes swirled with liquid metal as they focused like lasers onto his beloved, indicating that Dashiell was floating close to the surface, and he wasted not a single moment before he wrapped Jax up securely in his arms, lifting the smaller man out of the tub and directly against his chest.

Burying his face deep into Jax's neck, Corey intended to speak, to voice his frustration and confusion at his mate's baffling behavior. But unfortunately, a supremely excitable Jax beat him to it.

"You're not supposed to be here!" Jax screeched, pounding against his Alpha's chest with the heels of his palms in a sad attempt at escaping the cage-like arms that held him so. The sudden, desperate thwacking didn't hurt Corey's body nearly as much as it pained his soul. "Go away!"

Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, Corey lowered himself to the bathroom floor, bracing his back up against the wall as he carefully settled his riled-up Omega into his lap. The Alpha had no clue as to what could have caused this drastic change of heart when their honeymoon had been filled with nothing but sunshine, white-sand beaches, and a surplus of mind-blowing sex, but he would certainly find out.

Risking the possibility of Jax slipping from his grasp, Corey unwound one, thick arm from around his mate's waist in favor of using that hand to grab both of Jax's thin wrists in a tight grip, hoping to put an end to the physical aspect of his tantrum. But despite the restraint, Jax continued his thrashing in his Alpha's arms, little noises of protest mixing in with harsh curses.

Fortunately for him, if there was one thing that Corey had become more than adept at within the year or so that their relationship unfolded, it was wrangling a feisty Jax.

"Sweetheart, please stop fighting me. I only want to help." He soothed, pushing back an impatient Dashiell who suggested he infuse an Alpha command into the words. "Please, tell me what is wrong so that I can fix it."

"You can't fix it! Nobody can fix this!" Jax bawled, and Corey's heart throbbed with agony as those words conjured up a dreadful sense of Deja Vu. As far as he was concerned, his Omega's pain was his pain, and right now he was radiating it to a degree he'd only seen within the earliest weeks of their rocky relationship. "This can't be happening! It just can't be!" A wave of tears welled up behind the horrific tremor in Jax's voice, and Corey immediately felt a similar wetness crest upon his lower eyelids in reaction to his precious husband's despair. And suddenly - as if it were an instinct - Corey knew that holding him hostage like this wasn't what he needed.

"Oh, my love..." He trailed off, testing his theory by releasing Jax completely, and instead settling both palms onto either side of his teary face. As expected, despite being offered the perfect opportunity, Jax didn't even lift a single toe in an attempt to flee. "I don't understand. What is it that can't be true? Did someone hurt you?" He offered a shot in the dark, although he had to put in a monumental effort to quell the murderous urge that instantly flared in his chest at the prospect of anyone laying a finger on his mate with the intention to inflict harm. "Help me understand."

Jax shook his head within Corey's grasp, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. "I can't! I can't, I can't, I can't!" He sobbed between each syllable.

Corey chewed his cheek, feeling absolutely useless as one of his own tears broke loose, pooling into a heavy droplet along his jaw.

Nothing he was doing was working. It's not like he could magically gain access to the additional tools he typically utilized back home, like Jax's weighted blanket, or a giant mug of too-sweet coffee. And moreover, how could he possibly protect Jax from something that he didn't even know existed?

But then, just as that tidal wave of uncertainty crested, somewhere deep in the recesses of Corey's mind, a lightbulb flickered to life.

Was it possible that Jax locked himself in the bathroom for a reason? And even more importantly, was it possible that that reason was still here, hidden in plain sight right underneath his nose this entire time?

After all, surveying one's surroundings was one of the first steps he taught his students in warrior training. Who said the same rules couldn't apply within the battleground of Jax's mind, too?

So, for the first time since he'd knocked down the bathroom door like a tyrant, his gaze shifted away from his husband.

And what he saw sent a splinter of understanding hurling between his eyes, stabbing directly at the place that harbored only his most potent instincts.

Somewhere in the background, Jax released a scream of terror as he followed Corey's gaze, hands coming up in an attempt to cover his husband's eyes, to shield them away from his newfound discovery. But it was too late. Much, much too late, because Corey was already moving, pushing off of the floor while his eyes remained laser-locked on that little, pink stick.

It didn't feel real when he finally got close enough to reach out and pick it up. In fact, the Alpha didn't even register that Jax was jumping up and down like the energizer bunny, tugging at his husband's arm as he begged Corey to forget that any of this had ever happened.

But he couldn't do that. In fact, he could never, ever forget this moment; not today, not even a million, trillion years from now. Because as Corey stared, open-eyed and slack-jawed, down at that little plus sign at the very center of that little, pink stick, his entire universe shifted.

Slowly, Corey pivoted his gaze away from the test and toward his enchanting mate - his Omega - who responded with a wide-eyed jolt, stumbling a few steps backward as if caught in the act of something forbidden.

"Are you... pregnant?" Corey's voice was but a breathy whisper, as if unable to believe his own words.

Jaxon stumbled back a few more steps, taking in a big gulp of air as he frantically shook his head. "N-no!" His chuckle was tense, "Why on earth would you ever think that?! I-I'm not-"

The Alpha barely had time to process the earth-bending pride that burst from inside of him with the power of a hundred-year-old dam set free by the notion that their love had created such a wonderful thing, another perfect, glorious gift to love and cherish for all time. Because in less than a blink, Corey was on him, taller and stronger than ever as he towered so far above.

Jax squeaked when he was pressed into the wall by way of his Alpha's capable hands on his hips, and then Corey was sniffing him, running his nose along the slim column of Jax's neck and breathing in so deeply that the smaller man wondered if his husband's lungs would burst.

Corey concluded his scenting excursion with a soft kiss atop his claiming bite before he pulled back, almond-shaped eyes dark, all-knowing, and swirling with Dashiell's undeniable presence.

Jax could only tremble under the assertiveness that his mate's gaze carried, craning his neck upward to meet it. And as they spoke, exchanging knowledge without a single word uttered between them, Jax's entire face crumbled, heart cracking open under the undeniable truth that Corey's expression alone articulated.

Even as he gathered his sobbing, terrified mate back up into his arms and carried him into the bedroom of their suite, Corey's inner Alpha stood tall, chest puffed out as he preened, deliriously hysterical with joy.

Jax was clinging to Corey now, exceptionally busy soaking his shirt with tears, so - as if led by an autopilot program coded only to the wavelength of his Omega's needs - the Alpha decided that could complete his task with one arm.

In no time at all, their king-sized bed was awash with a flurry of clothing, toiletries, and anything and everything else that had once lived within their suitcases. The nest was incredibly haphazard and even a little bit ugly if you looked at it from the right angle. But for now, it would do. At least, Corey prayed with every single beating heartstring that it would.

Crawling into their nest with only one arm and a koala of a mate clinging to his chest was a bit of a logistical nightmare, but with a few grunts here and a couple methodical twists and turns there, Corey managed to settle them both down directly in the center of all the madness.

In the absence of Jax's weighted blanket to sate him, Corey decided that the next best option was to wrap his Omega up in his heavy limbs and squeeze him against his body like an octopus, using the weight of his extremities to make him dissolve into the mattress. Judging by the soft whine of appreciation and the slightly diminished sound of Jax's sobs, Corey decided to count this one as a win. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Jax's head in celebration.

Rocking them gently, Corey waited as patiently as he could despite the way his instincts howled to move, to scream to the entire world that his Omega was carrying his child, that he was going to be a father to not just Theon, but also the perfect little bundle of cells that was currently growing within the safety of Jax's womb. But seeing as to how he didn't exactly possess the means to both care for his mate and hold a press conference all at once, he instead chose to sate his inner Alpha by counting the length between each of Jaxon's hiccups and monitoring his scent for any signs of rebound distress.

Neither male could say just how long they laid there with a tearful Jax tucked in the safe cavern of Corey's considerably larger form, but once Jax's scratchy voice finally sounded from beneath mounds of muscle, the evening sunlight was already reflecting off of their floor-to-ceiling windows in a gorgeous array of wandering pinks, brilliant purples, and dazzling golds.

"I'm... pregnant." Jax whispered, trying the words out on his tongue.

Corey pulled back a little before ducking down just enough so that he could press his lips to Jax's forehead. "You are pregnant." He echoed.

"I'm growing a person inside of me." Jax's fists tightened on Corey's shirt. "How?"

Corey nuzzled his Omega to soothe him through it. "Well, my love, this sort of thing tends to happen when an Alpha and Omega love each other very much, and then that Alpha and Omega proceed to consummate that love. Many times. All of them unprotected."

Jax's little breathy, "Oh," was so endearing that Corey believed he might explode.

They back lapsed into a shorter bout of silence this time - about five minutes worth - before Jax spoke again.

"And you really want a baby? With me?" He hid his face deeper into Corey's chest when he asked this.

Corey's reply was instant, barely giving Jax enough time to finish his second question before spouting a concrete, "There is nothing that I desire more."

Jax peeked an eye out from his warm cavern of muscle, but only to take a peek at Corey's expression before burrowing right back down into his safe place.

"Are you sure?" Jax's voice was a little higher-pitched than normal. Vulnerable, Corey recognized.

Corey reached up to grab one of Theon's stuffies that Jaxon had flat-out refused to leave the country without, before shimmying his way down their nest until he lay face to face with his Omega. He tucked the spit-up-caked stuffed animal between them, not missing the way Jax immediately folded the crusty thing underneath his arm, before easing that beautiful, freckled face between his palms once more.

Corey pressed a kiss to his gift's lips in a slow, yet undeniably fervent way, thumbs caressing the rounded cheeks that he so loved to see flushed a pretty pink whenever he claimed his mouth.

Jax always tasted like coming home - his breaths sweeter than the heartwarming scent of fresh-baked cookies, the peaceful tingle of his touch not unlike falling asleep to the sound of rain tapping against a window pane.

He'd never get used to it. Forever, Corey would savor the way his heart skipped a beat, the way his mind reconstructed itself around Jax's existence, the way his soul called out for more each and every time he held the smaller man in his arms, knowing that no matter who or whatever tried to come between them, that this captivating, dynamic, remarkable person was made to be his.

And now, that person was carrying the child that they'd created together, forged from the joining of their bodies, from the apex of their everlasting devotion to one another.

What more could he possibly ask for?

Jax reached up, grasping Corey's wrist which rested underneath his chin in a loose grip, and he proceeded to follow his Alpha with his lips even when he pulled back. Fortunately, Corey didn't go far, only pulling away enough to mumble a request against his Omega's mouth.

"Tell me what you are afraid of," he whispered, the words only for Jax's ears. "Let me help you carry whatever burdens are making you feel this way."

Jax looked up, emerald irises meeting warm brown. And with a sniffle, he let go.

"With Theon, it's easy. Almost like breathing." He began, voice still raw and hoarse from all the tears. "But Corey... this is different. This time, I can feel him." He paused, resting a hand tentatively against his stomach. "And what if... what if he can feel me, too? What if he comes out hating the world, scared of everything and everyone because he's already been able to see all of the fucked up shit that this life has to offer?" Another tear was let loose then, one that Corey caught with his thumb before it could make its way across the sweeping bridge of Jax's freckled nose. "What if I take away his chance at a happy life before it even begins, just because mine was bred in agony? Corey, what if..." His voice cracked, lowering to almost nothing as his hands tightened around his Alpha's strong wrist. "What if I destroy him?"

As if made of glass, Corey's heart shattered into millions of little pieces of shrapnel at his mate's words, impaling him with his own love. But eventually, somewhere between holding back tears and pressing his forehead to Jax's, the shards shuddered, warping, fusing, and reforming themselves into the ineradicable shape of determination.

"Jax. My love. I know that it is difficult to believe anyone - even me - when they tell you that you are wonderful. That your mind is a garden, constantly learning, forever growing, always blooming with sweeter fruit." Corey intercepted yet another tear - this time with lips rather than thumbs - and proceeded to gaze so deep into those emerald irises that he nearly drowned. "So I won't say that, because that is not what you need right now. But what I can and will do, is amend my vows to you."

"So, Jaxon Cahill, I promise to inject bliss into every day, to smother you with so much joy that the shadows won't even stand a chance against my wrath. I promise to make your coffee so sweet that you cringe, and shower you with sunshine even when the clouds try to obscure your light. I promise to be your armor, to protect you with every ounce of strength in my being, and to fill every second of our lives with so much love that you won't even have any spare time to remember why you worried about anything in the first place."

His Alpha's renewed covenant reached straight through Jax's weary ribcage to caress the withering heart that lay just below, and not for the first time, Jax cracked a watery smile as he wondered what he possibly could have done in his past life to earn all of this unconditional love from such an unshakably benevolent man.

"Well," Jax whispered. It was like there was way too much blood filling up his heart, far much tenderness pumping through his veins. It was dizzying and a tad bit scary, sure, but it was also wonderful. Oh, so wonderful. "That sounds nice."

"Yeah?" Corey's lips twitched, trying at a smile as he slid his hand down to grasp one of Jax's that still curled around his forearm. Then, thumb rubbing out gentle circles just along the inside of his beloved's wrist, the Alpha pressed a kiss to each and every one of Jax's trembling fingertips. "In that case, we best get started. How does a walk along the marina and a couple of those spicy beef tacos you like so much sound?"

Jax's entire mouth watered at the mere notion of all that beefy, cheesy goodness, and a low moan spilled past his lips as he imagined scarfing down an entire, teetering tower of those scrumptious fuckers. "Oh, fuck. I think you might've just triggered my first pregnancy craving."

Corey stiffened then, eyes going wide as his inner Alpha shot to attention.

"Wait, can pregnant people eat spicy foods? Is that safe?" The Alpha voiced his hesitation aloud, immediately deciding that this amount of cluelessness was completely unacceptable, and that his first plan of action when they returned from their honeymoon would be nothing other than hitting up every single bookstore within a fifty-mile radius and clearing out their entire mommy-baby section.

The emerald-eyed glare that Corey's question was met with was a relief, considering that the return of his mate's signature sass was palpable proof of his emotional recovery. However, the dark, piercing bite that the expression also carried served as an introduction to the new side of 'terrifying, pregnant husband' that Corey was certain he'd have more than a few more run-ins with over the next few months.

"If you deny me my spicy beef tacos, I will single handedly find a way to squish your brain out of your pee hole."

Heart thundering in his ears, Corey launched out of the bed, shoving his shoes onto the completely wrong feet before gathering up Jax's sandals, with which he crouched beside the bed and held up in front of his face like an offering. "On second thought, spicy beef tacos are definitely safe for pregnant people. I checked."

"Oh did you, now?" Jax chuckled, lifting himself out of their nest while looking like a literal angel with his hair all frizzy like that. Dangling his legs over the side of the bed closest to his Alpha, Corey immediately got to work sliding Jax's shoes on for him. And this time, he did remember his right from his left.

"Yes, of course I did, sweetheart. Because I am a capable, scholarly Alpha who takes impeccable care of his gorgeous, pregnant husband." Corey retorted, stomach doing funny things when he uttered those last two words.

Frankly, he still had zero clue as to whether spicy foods were safe for Jax or not, but he was certainly gonna run a quick google search on it the moment Jax's back was turned. Corey could only hope that the answer would be one that his endangered pee hole would also agree with.

Jax raised a suspicious brow, but the way his lips simultaneously tilted up into a crooked smirk gave away the truth of his enjoyment of the clumsy situation.

Leaning over, he snuck his index finger underneath his Alpha's chin and stole a smooch.

"An explosive gay awakening and an unexpected pregnancy all over the course of a single year, huh?" He mumbled, flashing his Alpha a playful grin. "Somebody's seriously gotta be playing bingo with my life."

Corey only chuckled, leaning up to capture his Omega's lips once more. "If so, that's a game I hope they never stop playing."

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