Page 73 of Omega Chattel

I leaned down and kissed him hard. When his arms came around my neck to pull me closer, I reveled in it.

I had finally found my true family.

Epilogue

Alli was hornier than ever, even with his swollen belly.

I ran my hands up and down the hill of it, feeling the smooth skin and the swell of the babies within. Three of them.

My other hand played with his cock. He said it made him feel more relaxed with the contractions if I made him come.

That was no hardship.

He still had hours before he would be ready to go to the hospital. They said to have him rest in his own bed until the contractions went to five minutes apart.

This gave us privacy so I could assist Alli through the pain.

He was more beautiful than ever pregnant, his skin glowing, his eyes soft and often unfocused, the happiness he felt pouring through our bond.

Lying naked on his back on the bed, knees bent, legs spread, he was the most gorgeous being I’d ever seen. I could not get my fill of him.

I massaged his balls. I fingered his hole. I sucked his cock as contractions came and went. Sucking him when they started to wave over him, making him tense in pain, calmed him, helped distract him.

He’d already come twice in my hand, panting.

“I love you,” he gasped. Then tears threatened to spill and I took him in my arms and soothed him.

“Are you afraid, sweet?” I asked.

“A little.”

“You’ll do fine. And I will be at your side every moment.”

“Tarin, our babies are finally coming.”

“I know. It’s a beautiful day for a triple birthday.”

“Is it? Is it perfect?” he asked.

“Perfect.”

“Good.”

I covered him with a light sheet and he napped in my arms.

When it came time to go to the hospital, he trembled as I supported him down the steps and into the garage.

At the hospital, he was given a gown that opened in the back. With the eagerness of youth and the never-ceasing love we both projected back and forth through our bond, he gave birth to three healthy boys, two Alphas and an Omega.

I couldn’t believe it. I was the father of three sons now. We were fathers. Their little scrunched faces and little wrinkled hands and feet were the most beautiful things I’d ever seen, with the exception of my bond mate.

I held all three boys in my arms and against my chest, leaning slightly to show Alli what we had made.

“Look,” I said. “The perfect number to juggle.”

“You’renotjuggling our babies,” he said with a snarl.

I laughed. “We’ll see.”

The next day when we arrived home—our family expanded to five now—my wards met us at the door.

Everyone wanted to hold the babies. To coo and smile at them. To play with them.

From the tops of the trees, in the wind, from the clouds themselves I wanted to announce their arrival to the world. Three beautiful boys made of light and dream, made of our fated love.

Alli and I. We were one now.

Whether destined or not, it didn’t matter. Our love was real. Our lives forever changed because of one momentary meeting on a dark and littered street on a night when a very hungry and handsome boy followed an instinct that led him to his true home.

THE END