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They got the message though, taking turns kissing me while hands explored every bit of my body and ensuring that I felt cherished.

Best Christmas ever.

Chapter 14 - Pete

~January~

“Who are you and what did you do with my white-haired mate?” Benny asked from the couch.

I chuckled, walked over, and kissed him. “Got it dyed back to my natural color so that it’s not so obvious now that the roots are starting to show again.”

He cupped my jaw in one hand. “You trimmed your beard too.”

I nodded. “I let it go a bit long for Santa duty. This is my normal the rest of the year.”

He smiled and rubbed his hand along the freshly trimmed beard. “I like it.”

I chuckled. “Good.” I stood. “Where’s Warren?”

Benny motioned to the bedroom. “Pacing.”

I blinked, then remembered what day it was. A slow smile spread across my face. “That’s today?”

Benny nodded. “We were just waiting for you to get home.”

I smiled and took a seat next to our omega. “Of course, he’s pacing. But you’re not nervous?”

Benny shrugged. “I’m hopeful, and there are a few jitters, but a negative test isn’t the end of the world. It just means we get to keep trying.” He winked. “I rather enjoy trying. I’m in favor of keeping trying even when that test shows positive.”

I burst into laughter. “Oh, it’s not a negative test he’s worried about. It’s a positive one.”

Benny scowled. “Why would he be nervous about a positive test? Isn’t that what we want?”

I rubbed Benny’s thigh. “It is, but Warren is practical to a fault. I can guarantee that he’s in there thinking of when we’d need to start decorating the nursery, making a mental list of people to ask for daycare references, and wondering how we’re going to explain to our children that he and I are helping Santa by pretending to be him at the mall—without it being spread all around daycare and school that we’re not therealSanta.”

“You missed sleep schedules and letting our families know,” Warren called from the bedroom.

I laughed again. “See. He’s pacing because he’s planning.”

Benny grinned, then angled himself so that Warren would be able to hear him. “Well, I’m going to go piss on a stick now. Shift your planning to deciding how the two of you are going to fuck me senseless in celebration. We’re celebrating either way. Either I’m pregnant, or we can look forward to more amazing heat sex sooner than we’d planned.”

A low lusty growl from the bedroom indicated that the promise of sex had been enough to distract Warren from his racing thoughts.

Benny laughed and stood. He made his way to the bathroom, then reappeared a moment later, clutching a pregnancy test in his hands.

“S-set a timer for me?” he asked. “Three minutes.”

I grabbed my phone, set the timer, then opened my arms.

Benny rounded the couch and perched himself on my lap, leaning into my embrace. He trembled slightly, and I knew without words that taking the test had made everything more real.

“You said it yourself,” I murmured, nibbling the shell of his ear. “You’re either pregnant, or we get to keep trying. Regardless, soon you’ll be moaning because your ass is stretched around a knot.”

He shivered, and I knew that was the right approach to distract him until the timer sounded. “Warren and I taking turns, plunging our hot hard cocks into your tight little hole. Filling you with our cum just the way you like. Then, once you’re exhausted, you get to watch us fuck each other because seeing you all sexed up like that makes us horny as fuck.”

Benny whimpered and the scent of his slick started to perfume the air. He hadn’t admitted it, but both Warren and I knew that he loved watching us fuck each other.

My teeth grazed the shell of his ear, then I trailed down to nibble his neck. “You know the best thing about making babies?”