Page 141 of Labor of Love

I froze.

I wanted this so badly. Wantedhimso badly. But…though I hadn’t gained a lot of weight yet because of my pregnancy, I’d gained enough that he might be able to tell?—

“What’s on your mind?” His voice was gentle, his thumbs tracing patterns against my skin as he pulled back enough to look me over. He must have noticed my hesitation. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

I let out a sigh. “It’s not that.” I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him better. I supposed now was the best time to mention it. Well, earlier would have been better. That wasn’t the point. Now was better than later. Then he could either leave if he wanted to, or we could get on with this without my damn anxiety in the way. He kept his hands on me, which I appreciated, but pulled back enough that he could watch me better while I spoke. “There’s something I should tell you.” My voice was soft, and I hated how weak it made me sound.

“You can tell me anything.” He assured me, and gods, I wanted to believe him.

"I'm... I'm pregnant.”

My heart stopped as the sentence left my mouth, my hands trembling where they were resting on the bed. I couldn’t watch his face, terrified of the disappointment and even anger that I was sure I would see.

“I know.”

My eyes went to his face then, brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” There was no way in hell I’d heard him right. He didn’t look upset or angry, or even confused. His expression was still soft as he watched me.

“I know you’re pregnant, Liam.” His thumbs moved gently on my skin, easing some of my anxiety. “I knew the moment I picked up on your scent the first time. I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. It doesn’t bother me. At all.”

“I’m keeping it.” My voice came out firmer this time.

Honestly, the idea of termination had crossed my mind for a moment when I first left the clinic. But the idea made me sick.

“I figured you were keeping it. How far along are you?”

“Almost three months.” So many thoughts were running through my head now. He knew. He’d known since we met. And he wasn’t angry or even disappointed. The way he smiled at me was soft and understanding.

I needed him inside me now.

I sat up enough to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. Luckily, he gave up on the silly idea of continuing the conversation. We could talk later.

Henry

Before I could start thinking too hard about whether I should have told him sooner, Liam’s mouth was on mine again. He tasted too good. I could worry more later. He felt right under me, his arms wrapped around my neck in a secure grip. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his smooth skin under my palms. I pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Mine came off next, joining Liam’s wherever it had ended up on the floor.

We quickly shed the rest of our clothes. My mouth moved down his chest and stomach until I finally removed his underwear. Without his pants in the way, the smell of his slick was strong. One hand slipped between his legs. His nails pressed into my shoulders as I gently probed his entrance. I wanted to take my time, to explore him more thoroughly. But there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, I needed to be inside him, and he seemed to have the same mindset. I slid one finger inside, watching his face to make sure I wouldn’t hurt him.

He seemed a lot more relaxed now that he knew his pregnancy wasn’t a problem. The sounds from his mouth as I added a second and then a third finger almost made me come before I even got inside him.

As soon as he was opened up enough that I wouldn’t hurt him, I pulled my fingers back, earning a desperate whine fromthe omega. I lay over him, kissing down his throat. “Don’t worry,” I assured him, lining my cock up with his entrance. “I’ll take care of you.” My movements were slow at first, a mixture of my being careful and wanting to relish the wet warmth around my cock. His fingers tangled in my short hair, pressing my mouth to his neck. There, my lips and teeth explored the soft skin over his scent gland. His strawberry scent was strong here, with an underlying hint of something I couldn’t quite place.

“F-fuck. Faster.” His demand came out as a whine, making me throb inside him.

I couldn’t say no to that.

The first hard thrust earned me a loud moan, almost a scream, out of the omega. My omega. A surge of possessiveness hit me, not for the first time, and I let go. The pace I set might have been brutal, but my omega seemed pleased, begging for more in sentences that didn’t make much sense. I knew what he wanted anyway. I held his hips tightly, my fingers digging in as I felt my knot begin to form. Each thrust caught on his rim, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Gonna come, baby.”

He nodded eagerly in response, and I knew he was right there with me. I pushed deep inside him, my knot forming fully and locking me inside. Between us, Liam’s cock twitched before his orgasm hit, come hitting both of our stomachs as well as his chest. I couldn’t help but watch his face as his eyes fell shut, his body relaxing around me.

I held myself over him, careful not to put too much weight on him. I peppered his neck with light kisses while I waited for my knot to go down. Liam hummed, a smile on his face, while he ran his hands through my hair with a light touch. He seemed in no rush for me to move.

We stayed in comfortable silence until I was able to pull out. He whimpered at the loss of fullness, and I found myself wantingto stay just to make him happy. But he needed to get cleaned up before he fell asleep, and if I wasn’t quick, he was absolutely going to fall asleep. With Liam's vague instructions, I found some washcloths in the bathroom. I wet one with warm water and returned to the bedroom to clean him up.

Liam stretched out comfortably in bed, one arm over his eyes and the other over his chest. He looked comfortable, and I hated having to ruin it. I knelt on the bed beside him.

“I’m getting you cleaned up.”

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