Page 59 of Roommates' Alpha

“Don’t want to try pregnancy?” I teased.

She burst into laughter. “Hell no. I knew from the first time I learned that female alphas could get pregnant, that it was not for me. I’ll happily knot and breed Dale over and over, but if he’s coming at me with his dick, he knows to keep it wrapped.”

“He’s cool with that?”

She nodded. “He wants to be pregnant someday. I don’t. It’s as simple as that, and we can do that for each other.”

“Sounds like you two are exactly where you need to be then.”

“Yeah.”

We both turned and watched the activity from near the firepit. More people had crowded around Micah, and it seemed that somebody was trying to get one of those cheesy shower games started.

Raven squeezed my shoulder. “I’m going to go make sure my man’s ovaries aren’t exploding from being around so many babies and pregnant men. It was nice talking to you.”

“You too.”

She strode off, long black hair swaying as she moved.

I took one more glance at the gate, but this time I saw Mama standing beside it, looking nervous. It was a good sign. That expression was one she only wore when she knew she’d fucked up.

I walked over and pulled her into a hug. “I’m glad you could make it, Mama.”

She sniffled. “Sorry I haven’t been there these past few months.”

“You’re here now. That’s what matters. Let’s celebrate the babies. Ok?”

She nodded into my chest. “Ok.”

I’d probably still have to be harsh about enforcing the boundaries, but for now, I’d welcome her back.

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~October~

Micah paced the living room, one hand pressed to the small of his back, the other randomly poking his protruding belly.

“You’re getting evicted today,” he muttered every few minutes. “All three of you. No more using my bladder as a trampoline, or my lungs as punching bags. Nope, now you’re going to have to figure out life in the real world.”

I chuckled as he paused in front of me, and tugged him onto my lap. I kissed his neck as he squirmed, a trick that I’d learned made him settle quickly. “Nervous about your c-section?”

He snorted. “Maybe about the scar, but I’m ready for the kids to be in their cribs instead of inside me.”

I ran one hand over his stomach and was promptly kicked for the effort.

Micah laughed. “I think they think my insides are some sort of training gym. I wouldn’t be surprised if the doctors tell me I have internal bruising from them.”

“Well, we’ll just have to give you extra pampering then, to give all your organs a chance to heal.”

He hummed. “I wouldn’t be opposed.”

I ran my hand over his stomach several more times until the babies seemed to settle.

“How do you do that?” he asked, resting against me. “They’re all active in there all the time until you sit me down and rub my stomach. Nobody else can put them to sleep like that.”

“I don’t know why it works, but it does.”

He let out a long breath as he relaxed, then he curled slightly, his eyes closed. “How long until we leave for the hospital?”