Page 24 of Santas' Elf
“Wh-what?”
I sucked lightly on his bonding point—that would never take a mark so that he’d always be both mine and Warren’s—making him moan. “That first step is so damn enjoyable. You love taking our cocks, and we love fucking you. You said ityourself, a negative test just means more time making you come before you have babies. And if practice makes perfect, then we’ll keep practicing making you scream in pleasure until you’re pregnant.”
He moaned, and the timer sounded on my phone.
Warren’s footsteps as he strode out of the bedroom, and his warmth as he took a seat beside us.
“I’m here, Benny,” he murmured. “Go ahead.”
Benny nodded, took a deep breath, and turned the test over.
A heavy silence settled over us as he studied the tiny window.
“Two lines,” Benny whispered.
“That’s good, right?” I asked, nuzzling his neck.
He nodded, then sniffled. I pulled back to see a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Two lines,” he repeated, louder that time. “Two lines. I’m going to be a papa.”
Both Warren and I wrapped our omega tightly in our arms.
“I’m going to be a papa!” Benny sobbed.
I soon realized that both Warren and I were crying too.
We were going to be fathers.
∞∞∞
~April~
“You’re going to have to move your hand once the tech is ready,” Benny teased.
I pouted at him. “I’m sure they can take an ultrasound with my hand in the way.”
Benny laughed. “I’m sure they can’t. Your hand isn’t superglued there. It’s ok to not be touching my bump for a few minutes.”
“How do you know? I might have superglued it there when you weren’t looking.”
I huffed as Warren wrapped his arms around me and tugged me back to one of the chairs.
It was no secret that I couldn’t get enough of Benny’s baby bump. In my defense, our baby was in there… and it was Benny. Having my hands on his bump meant also having my hands on him.
Win-win.
“Ok, Dads,” the ultrasound technician said in a cheery voice as he took a seat next to Benny. “Let’s take a look at this baby.”
Benny squirmed at the cool gel, but all our attention quickly moved to the monitor as the black-and-white image appeared on the screen.
I could only make out the general shape of our baby, but there they were. We watched as the tech got different angles, then stood.
“Let me get these to the doctor, and he’ll be in to discuss with you in a few minutes,” the tech said.
We nodded, and as soon as Benny had wiped off the gel and pulled his shirt back down I was at his side with my hand on his bump again.
“Was that so hard?” he teased. “Are you managing the withdrawal symptoms ok?”