The Omega’s Baby Plans
The Omega’s Baby Plans takes place between books 3 and 4.
“Bastian, be nice to the dog!” My nearly two-year-old grinned at me when he heard his name, but he didn’t let go of my boxer’s fur. Poor Muffin shot me a look that melted my heart. Bastian and Muffin were best friends, usually, but today, my toddler thought it was a great idea to run his toy firetruck all over the dog.
I approached the pair and lifted my kid up so he had to let go of Muffin. The dog quickly ran out of the living room. With his playmate was gone, Bastian decided to run the toy truck over my shoulder as I held him.
“Fire trucks are not for running over people,” I told him.
He giggled, as if this was the funniest thing ever. I sighed and set him down again. The minute his little feet touched the ground, he ran after the dog. In the doorway, he stumbled and fell. I watched as my baby picked himself up and continued on his track.
It was moments like this that showed me he was getting older all the time, even though I remembered giving birth to him as if it was just yesterday. I couldn’t tell if it was his second birthday coming up or what, but lately, I really found myself wanting another baby.
I wanted Bastian to have a little brother or a little sister. My brother and I had played together a lot growing up. I couldn’t imagine my son spending his whole childhood without a sibling. He had plenty cousins, sure, but that wasn’t the same.
Besides, Dean and I made great babies, obviously. It would have been silly to stop at one.
And I had the perfect plan. All it needed was a little bit of preparation.
Later that day–once I’d put my little boy down for his afternoon nap–I sat on the couch on the living room and called my brother. “Eli? You got a minute?”
Eli sounded only the tiniest bit stressed. “Actually, I’m chasing a little girl around the house, but sure, what’s up?”
“I might need a favor,” I said, scratching my dog behind his ear. As soon as I’d sat on the couch, the boxer had jumped up next to me and climbed on my lap. “Who’s a good boy?” I whispered, and he licked my hand in response.
“What sort of favor?” Eli sounded intrigued.
“Could you be a good uncle and take Bastian this evening?”
My brother considered this for a moment. “I guess. Are you going out?”
“Not exactly.” I couldn’t hide the grin in my voice. My plans for the evening made me giddy. Even though I’d been married for over a year now, I still felt like a teenage omega about to go on his first date from time to time. I was never not excited to have some time alone with the alpha I’d mated.
“What do you have in mind?” Eli asked, clearly curious now.
“Oh, nothing much. Just a romantic dinner.”
“That’s nice. Is Dean cooking for you?” There was a pause, and then my brother yelled Gotcha. A second later the sounds of a giggling little girl could be heard over the phone.
“Hi, Livvy,” I greeted my nearly four-year-old niece. I wasn’t sure she could hear me until she yelled back.
“Hi, Uncle Griff!” And then it sounded like she’d sped off again.
“Might be nice to have a girl…” I said into the phone before I could catch myself.
“You’re thinking about having a girl?” I couldn’t see my brother over the phone, of course, but I pictured him raise an eyebrow.
Guess there was no hiding this from him now. “Well, it doesn’t have to be a girl, but it would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
“Are Dean and you trying again? You never told me!”
I had to laugh. “I don’t tell you everything, brother.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Okay, fine. I haven’t told you because we haven’t started. Actually, Dean doesn’t even know yet. That’s where the dinner comes in.”
“Oh, now I see. Wait, don’t tell me you’re wanting to cook for him.”
“Why not?” I tried not to be offended, but I could see where my brother was heading with this. “I’ve practiced a bit. I think I can make something edible now.” And after all, I’d cooked for Dean the night we made our first baby, and that one had turned out fantastic.
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I am. So you’ll take Bastian?”
“Yeah, I’ve got your back. You go make me a niece or nephew.”
“Roger that.” I ended the call and started making some preparations for the night.
By the time my alpha got home from work that evening, I was ready to enact my plan.
The dog and I went to greet him at the door. My gaze lingered on Dean as he took off his coat. He was a firefighter, and he had the physique to show it–and I never really got tired of admiring it. He used to be my best friend, now he was my husband, my mate. Some days I still couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
When he caught me staring, he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. “See something you like?”
I grinned. “You know I do.” I leaned in for a kiss, and was rewarded.
“Is that dinner I smell?” he asked when we broke. I had to give him credit for keeping his expression neutral. The last time I’d served him food, it had been less than stellar.
“Yeah. I made us dinner.” Inhaling, I caught the smell of my pork roast in the air. Mm, food. At least it smelled good.
“You did?” He stepped farther into the house and looked around. “Is Bastian asleep?”
“He’s with my brother.”
“Oh, so we have the house to ourselves?” my alpha asked, catching on.
“Yup.” I gave him a smile that I hoped was seductive but probably just looked a bit weird on me. If it did, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he walked into the kitchen, where I’d set the table just for us.
“Candlelight dinner?” He turned to me. “Are we celebrating something?” For a moment, he actually looked a bit panicked. “I didn’t forget an anniversary, did I?”
“Sit down, you’re fine. I just thought it would be nice to have a romantic evening.”
He gave me a soft smile, exactly the kind of smile that had made me fall in love with him in the first place. Seeing this expression on my alpha warmed my heart even now. Marrying him had been the right choice. “Kind of reminds me of our first night together,” he said.
“Yeah, that’s kind of what I’d intended. I even made the same meal.”
For a fraction of a second, his eyebrows went up in horror before his features smoothed over. I had to laugh. He’d been pretty good at hiding what he thought about the pork roast I’d made all those years ago, but I guess his taste buds were functional after all.
“I promise it’s better this time. Why don’t you take a seat?” I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over to one of the chairs. “I’ll serve dinner now and if it’s absolutely horrible, you don’t have to eat it.” Though I was cautiously optimistic this evening wouldn’t end with my alpha running to the bathroom to spit out my roast.
“I’ll eat it,” he promised, and I only hoped that my cooking skills really had improved. I’d tried making this dish so many times I couldn’t tell anymore if maybe I simply got used to the taste of my culinary mishaps. Shaking the thought, I cut slices of the roast onto two plates for us and then filled the rest of the space up with mashed potatoes and gravy. My stomach rumbled softly as I set the plates on the table.
“I hope this is edible, because I’m really hungry.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.” Bravely, Dean picked up his knife and fork and cut into the roast, volunteering to take the first bite. He chewed with a thoughtful expression, as if savoring the food while pondering its quality. And he chewed forever while I tried not to squirm on my seat, awaiting judgement. Finally, his face lit up. “Miles better than the last one,” he said.
I grinned, relief rushing through me. “Good! A bad meal would really have ruined my plans.”
Oooh, I’d said to much, hadn’t I? I’d wanted to seduce him before telling him about my baby plans, but well… Nothing I could do about it now. “Remember what happened the first night I cooked dinner for you?”
He tilted his head, looking kind of adorable in his confusion. “Sex?”
A bubble of laughter burst out of me. “I guess that’s part of it.”
“You know if you want sex you could just ask. I know I’ve been working a lot lately, but I didn’t think–”
“That’s not it,” I cut him off. “Sure I want sex, but it’s more about what comes after the sex.”
Dean squinted, which he sometimes did when he was thinking very hard about something. “What comes after sex? You mean… Ohhh.” His eyes widened when he finally got it. “You want… I mean… Do you?” he stammered.
I had to smile because I rarely saw him get this flustered. “I think we should have another baby,” I said, putting him out of his misery. “In fact, I want a girl.”
He blinked as I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket and unfolded it. “You want a girl?”
“Yes, and this is how we’re gonna make one.” I handed the piece of paper over to him. It was a list I’d found on the internet and which I’d printed out for tonight. It looked like this:
Missionary = girl
Doggy style = boy
DP = twins
Kitchen counter = girl
Couch = boy
Back of couch = girl
Wall = boy
Wall more than once = girl
Dean studied the list carefully, forehead creased. “Where did you find this? And what does DP mean?”
Forgetting all about being hungry, I got up and stood beside him so I could peer at the list over his shoulder. “Um, I’m not sure about that actually. I thought maybe Dance Partners? Or Drug Party? I found the list on Reddit. But anyway, it doesn’t matter. We’re not trying for twins.” I shuddered at the thought, actually. One at a time was plenty. “We’re trying for a girl.” I pointed at the list where it said missionary and kitchen counter and back of couch.” I wasn’t going to risk the wall sex, since that could also lead to a boy if we did it only once. What if I conceived the first time?
Dean remained skeptical. “You think is going to work?”
I shrugged. “Probably not. But I thought it would be fun to try.” I gave him a grin and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
“That, it might be,” he agreed, shooting the grin right back at me.
“So, we’ll do it? Have another baby?” I kept myself from jumping up and down, but excitement coursed through me and made it hard to stay still. He was in! Dean and I were going to have another baby!
“Whatever you want, sugar.”
I shook my head. “You have to want it too.”
He stood from his chair and cupped my chin to kiss me. Instinctively, I leaned in as he rested his large hands on my hips. I loved those hands. “You have no idea how much I want another child with you,” he said, letting go of my lips to look me in the eyes. “I love you and Bastian more than I ever thought I could love anyone, but I think there’s room for more. I’d be the happiest alpha alive if you gave me another child.”
Warmth spread through me. To my heart, his words were like a hot cup of cocoa. I didn’t know how to respond, so I simply threw my arms around his neck and pressed another kiss on his lips. He accepted it eagerly. And then he led us toward the living room. My eyes landed on the couch.
Right. We’re going to have a girl!
Dean remembered what I wanted. Of course he did. And he wasted no time, getting right to it. He started off by kissing me again, long and slow. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I ran mine into his in return. I could never get enough of that feeling. The strands of his hair were like silk between my fingers. When I tugged, he pulled me closer, as if suddenly overcome with need.
Unable to stop myself, I trembled. I might not be a virgin any longer, but every time with Dean felt a little like my first.
He left my lips and moved to my neck instead. I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what was to come when Dean kissed the skin there. He wanted to leave a hickey–and I wasn’t going to stop him. Any mark he wanted to give me, I would wear with pride. Not that I could deny that I liked what he did to me. When I felt his lips sucking on my neck, heat washed through me. I wanted to sink to my knees and return the favor–on a different body part.
But tonight I was too impatient for that. My mouth was not where I wanted his cock.
No, I wanted him inside me with a need I could barely put into words.
The first time I’d had sex with Dean, I thought it was my heat making me feel this way, but I knew better now. It wasn’t just that. It was being with the person I loved more than anything. My best friend in the world. My mate.
Taking another breath, I inhaled Dean’s scent. Instantly, desire coursed through me. This alpha’s smell just did things to me. I sighed, twisting my fingers in his hair. He made a humming sound that could have been a chuckle. I had to laugh as well. The intense desire Dean sparked in me used to overwhelm me, but now I simply let it wash through me. I enjoyed it.
Inhaling again, I abandoned Dean’s hair. Instead, I dragged the palm of my hand over the bulge in his crotch, loving the hardness I felt there. Knowing that it was all for me only made it better.
Dean grunted and let go of my neck. I grinned, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear. “Let’s make a baby.”
The look Dean regarded me with was so full of lust it made me shiver in anticipation. “Yeah, let’s make a baby.” As soon as he finished speaking, he started fiddling with the buckle of my belt. I wasted no time reaching for his belt in return. The nice part about making a baby was that we didn’t have to lose time looking for supplies. No condoms needed. And since I was omega, lube wasn’t a necessity either.
Within seconds, we were both free of our pants, and in another second, Dean’s hand was on my ass. The way he touched me felt possessive, but I liked it. More than I ever thought I would before I got together with him. And when Dean squeezed, need pulsed through me.
“Ready?” he asked, tracing my rim with his finger in a way that made me shiver.
”You know I am.”
Dean shot me the most sexy grin–and then he bent me over the arm of the couch. There was nothing rough about his actions, but his hands on me were firm. When I felt cock at my entrance, I closed my eyes and exhaled. I was more than ready for this.
Slowly, Dean entered me. I moaned, shivers racing down my spine as I felt his hardness brushing my inner walls. I loved the stretch, feeling him inside of me, ready to take me. Because I was his. Through and through.
Tonight was a little different from the usual, if only because there was no condom. When Dean pushed inside me, I knew we weren’t just having sex. We were making a baby.
A little person that was half-me, half-Dean. Just like Bastian, only different. I hadn’t even conceived yet and already I couldn’t wait to meet them.
Was that weird?
Maybe, but then Dean’s cock hit my sweet spot and I stopped caring. “Just like that,” I nearly moaned.
In response, he dug his fingers into my hips and started thrusting, making sure to hit that spot again. I squeezed my eyes shut and lost myself in the sensation. As he picked up the pace, his thrusts rocked me into the couch. Heat unfurled in my belly as my cock rubbed against leather. It was nearly enough friction. Nearly, but not quite.
I bucked my hips for more, and Dean took this as a signal to thrust deeper. I gasped.
But I could tell neither of us was at the point of no return yet. We could still back out from these baby making plans. At the same time, though, I knew neither of us would. We wanted this. It was right. It felt right.
It felt really fucking good to be doing this with Dean. Intentionally, this time.
And then Dean reached for my cock and I lost all train of thought.
I came at nearly the same time he did, only a few seconds later. It was feeling his hot seed hit my insides that sent me over the edge. I’d forgotten how good it felt to have him come inside like that.
Utterly spent, I let myself sink into the leather of the couch.
“Do you think that worked?” Dean asked, withdrawing.
“I don’t know.” After a moment, I made myself get up. I wasn’t sure if I felt any more pregnant than before, but maybe? Thoughtfully, I looked at the couch. I’d have to wipe it down before we could have visitors over again. And there was another thing that was bugging me, though I hadn’t given it much thought while Dean’s hands were on me. “Do you think the arm of the couch counts as the back of the couch?”
“I don’t know. I guess it could go either way, now that you mention it. Maybe we should try again to make sure. Do it properly this time.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I snorted. “You know there’s still food in the kitchen and I’m actually hungry now. Or are you trying to get out of eating what I cooked?”
“I would never.” He put a hand over his heart, looking all serious, which only made me shake my head. “I only want to make sure you get exactly what you want.” Encircling me from behind with his arms, he rested a hand on my belly. “If you want a baby girl, I’ll make you a baby girl.”
“Honestly? I actually don’t care that much.” I turned to kiss his cheek. “I mean, I thought it would be fun to try for a girl or a boy, but I don’t really care if my baby turns out to be a boy or a girl or however else they’re going to identify. I can’t know any of that yet.” I leaned into him. “What I do know is that they’re going to be half-you, and that means they’re going to be perfect either way.”
“I don’t know about that,” Dean said, even though his face lit up. “I hope they get more from you than me. We’ll love this kid no matter their gender, and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”
I kissed him in response, because he was right.
Love was all that mattered.