Page 96 of Manny's Surprise Baby

“God. You’re right. Sorry,” I said gruffly.

Dr. Peters patted my back. “I understand. This is your first baby. All new fathers are nervous, especially with baby number one.”

I nodded and grabbed Pierce’s hand. “I just want you safe. That’s all.”

“I feel fine. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.” I squeezed his fingers. “That’s right.”

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The next three weeks were a blur of doctor visits and meeting all the omegas who Pierce had known when he’d lived up here. His belly grew quickly once he was in his third trimester. He couldn’t wear any of his pants without having them unbuttoned, and he was uncomfortable all the time. He was crabbier than usual too. He snapped easily, especially when he was hungry, which was kind of all the time now. So long as he didn’t try and cook anything, the nausea didn’t seem to be a problem anymore.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled, trying to pull on his pants. “Do I need to buy those hideous maternity pants they make?”

“I think they only make them for women.”

“Yeah. You’re probably right, and ain’t no way I’m wearing mom jeans.” He sat on the edge of the bed, looking disgruntled.

I was still in the bed, and I crawled closer to him. Winding my arms around him, I kissed the nape of his neck. “I love your body. Pregnant or not pregnant, you turn me on.”

“Yeah?” He sighed, pushing his lip out in a pout. “I don’t like being fat.”

“You’re not fat. You’re pregnant.” I laughed. My cock warmed as he leaned back against me.

“I don’t understand why you aren’t grossed out by me.”

I scowled and pulled him down all the way. He let out a yelp, but he stayed where he was, looking up at me. “I’m not even a little turned off.” I licked my lips. “You need me to prove it?”

A little smile played around his eyes. “Maybe.”

“Yeah?” I put my hands under his arms to pull him up farther on the bed, but he was a little too heavy for me to budge.

“See. I’m so fat you can’t even move me, can you?”

I laughed, breathless. “Yes I can. I wasn’t even trying.” I got a better grip under his armpits, and I pulled hard, scooting him up toward the headboard. I was breathing like a racehorse and trying to hide it.

He grinned. “For God’s sake, suck in some air or you’ll pass out. How are you going to fuck me if you’re unconscious?”

I laughed and took a deep breath. “I’m just out of shape.”

He scanned my muscled arms and chest. “Right. It’s not that I’m a whale.”

“Shut up. No one talks that way about my sexy lover.” I tugged off his jeans, which wasn’t that hard since they were only on half way. Then I unbuttoned his shirt and opened it wide, exposing his naked, rounded belly. My cock twitched with interest at the sight of his bare stomach and cock bulging under the thin cotton of his underwear. I slipped off my pajama bottoms and kicked them onto the floor. Then I lay on my back next to him, with my arms out to the side. “Get on top of me.”

He snorted a laugh. “You have a lot of confidence in my climbing skills. I can barely navigate getting in bed, and you want me to climb on top of you? I might kill us both.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Stop it. Get on me and ride me, cowboy.”

He sighed, touching my erection. “I want to. But I’m afraid I’ll fall off the bed.”

“I’ll hold on to you.”

“We’ll just both tumble to our deaths, then.”

I sat up. “Well, should I try and be on top?” I eyed his belly. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

“Oh, wait.” He grinned. “I’ve got an idea.” He managed to roll onto his knees, and he rested on his elbows, his ass in the air. “This was the position the first time we had sex. Remember?”