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“Yes! Fuck me, alpha!” I demanded.

He grabbed my cock in a tight fist, then asked, “And how does the real me compare to the fantasy?” Then he drove deep, making me gasp.

With him buried inside me, stretching me, filling me, I said, “There is no comparison. You’re perfect.”

24

Emerson

It was a cool spring morning when we arrived at the hospital. The sun rose into a beautiful clear blue sky, the birds singing, the snow mostly melted from the ground. It was the perfect day to finally meet our babies, and I, for one, was excited.

Roland, however, was a mess.

He was fidgeting in the seat in the waiting room, his knee bouncing hard enough to shake the entire row of chairs. “Hey, Ro, how are you doing?” I asked gently. His hand was cold and clammy when I pried it off the armrest he’d been strangling in a death grip.

“Huh? Oh. Fine, I’m fine.” Two seconds later, his attention was drifting once again, his eyes glazed and focused on nothing.

There was nothing I could do to comfort him for now. I would be a nervous wreck in his shoes, but I did what I could to share the burden. I read over the forms I’d been given to fill in, checking off the right boxes and signing my name. We’d already gone over all of this with our doctor, but I forced myself to read each of the potential risks one by one—blood clots, excessive bleeding, infection, risk to future pregnancies. Things usually went smoothly, but I refused to go into this unprepared. It was pure torture thinking of anything happening to Roland or our children, but I told myself that when this was all over, the relief would make it all worth it.

We’d been told we wouldn’t have to wait long, but of course, in true hospital fashion, they were wrong. How could they already be running late? It was only 9am! Roland groaned and leaned on my shoulder. “I’m starving. If I’d known I would have to wait this long, I would’ve snuck in a snack.”

“Soon, baby, I promise,” I soothed, kissing the top of his head. I hadn’t eaten anything either, in solidarity with his fasting, but I would never dare complain about my hunger now. My discomfort was a small thing in comparison to Roland carrying our twins.

Finally, a nurse in teddy bear scrubs came to collect the paperwork and told us it was time. She led us back to a room where we could get changed, Roland into a gown, and me into a pair of blue scrubs.

Roland paused, hands cradling his belly. His hair had gotten longer as it got harder to move or even sit long enough for a haircut, and I brushed his bangs back where it hung down over his forehead. “I’m gonna miss them,” he whispered, getting teary-eyed. “The babies.”

“What do you mean? You won’t need to miss them; you can see them anytime you want, hug them and kiss them.”

His lip stuck out in a pout. “It won’t be the same. This time I got to spend with them, it was special.”

I stepped in as close as I could with his stomach between us and kissed his temple sweetly. “It’ll be even more special with them on the outside, so you can see your love shining back at you when you tell them you love them.”

He smiled slowly. “That sounds wonderful,” he admitted.

“Besides,” I added, “you can be pregnant again, you know. We can have more babies.”

Now he peeked up at me shyly. “Lots of babies?”

I chuckled. “Yes, lots of babies. As many as you want.” Now that the hotel was turning a profit, we could afford to grow our family. I wanted nothing more than to give Roland the life he deserved, and if he wanted babies, then that was what I would give him. If for whatever reason, we couldn’t have any more ourselves, then we would adopt or foster. We could get furbabies galore! Anything for my omega, the love of my life.

The same nurse from earlier came into the room to check on us. “All right, daddies,” she said in her bubbly voice. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

She had Roland get onto the bed, then got his IV started. By the time the anesthesiologist arrived to put in the epidural, the level of excitement began to ramp up. This felt like a dream. Just this morning, I’d woken up in our own bed with Roland in my arms, and in just an hour, I would be holding my babies, our family of two suddenly becoming four. It was so surreal!

We headed to the operating room as a team, with the staff pushing the bed, and I walked along beside Roland, holding his hand. He was gazing up at me with such trust and the purest love I’d ever seen. “Don’t let go, okay?” he asked.

“Never,” I replied.

They got him set up, with monitors displaying Roland’s heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen level, as well as the fetal monitors for the twins. I was no doctor, but everything looked good to me, nice and steady. There was a drape clipped up so that we couldn’t see what was happening below the waist. I was both worried and grateful for that.

When the door swung open, we turned to watch Dr. Zappek come in, finally signaling that it was time to begin. “Good morning,” he said. “How are we—” He didn’t have a chance to finish the question before his hip caught a tray of instruments, sending them skittering across the floor. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, stepping to the side, before his foot came down on one of the tools and he slipped, his leg jerking out at an unnatural angle. He flailed around for a second before regaining his balance. He held both gloved hands out at his sides. “I’m okay!” he declared to the roomful of people gaping at him.

And I was supposed to trust this guy with my husband’s surgery? I was about to stand up and demand a new doctor, but Roland pulled on our joined hands, reeling me back. “It’s okay, I trust him.” I stared down into those beautiful brown eyes. As nervous as he’d been all morning, there was no sign of it now.

I grudgingly sat back in my seat by Roland’s side and grumbled, “There will be another doctor on hand just in case, right?”

Dr. Zappek nodded solemnly, his usual goofy attitude set aside to let his sincerity shine through. “Always,” he assured me. “I promise, your husband is in good hands.” As clumsy and awkward as the man was, he knew his stuff, and once a fresh tray of tools was brought in and the surgery began, he was all business.

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