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They were in Fadel's car, panting and kissing, they had been like that for quite a while, the van was parked in the middle of nowhere, it might seem terrifying but while Style was panting and moaning between kisses it didn't seem like something to be really scared of.

They had had sex in Style's car once and it was so exciting but a real disaster that they agreed not to do it again, but here they were, in the backseat with his omega on Fadel's lap moving his naked hips vigorously, the almost non-existent light in the environment, if it weren't for a light pole that actually already needed maintenance and the truck's own light, Fadel wouldn't be able to appreciate how Style on top of him looked like a being sent from heaven with the sole purpose of riding him, he could notice the sweat accumulated on his forehead due to the effort, as well as his pink face, as well as his shoulders and neck, due to Style's very sensitive skin, and then his boyfriend did that with his hip that actually left him blank for a fraction of a second, adding to the fact that his omega now moved his hand over his broad chest and placed his thumb on Fadel's sensitive nipple, it sent a burst of excitement.

It was when his brain stopped working long enough that when, still regaining a bit of his lucidity, he said.

—I want to get you pregnant.—

Don't blame him, ever since that time Style had joked about being pregnant two years ago, at the beginning of their relationship, Fadel thought about his boyfriend carrying his puppies, his alpha, who only came out when Fadel was finally alone, talked to him about how he would love to see his partner carrying his children. Fadel had to accept that just that thought made him quite horny.

And also, it wasn't silly to think about that anymore when he had been with his omega for two years, and they were both 27 years old, they had talked about the subject of children recently, and they both agreed that it would be good to try in the next two years.

Style's movement on him stopped briefly while his boyfriend looked actually, quite surprised, but as you would clearly never leave Style without any words he said:

—Then I don't know what you're doing letting me do all the work. —He smiled with what seemed like mockery but judging by his strawberry jasmine scent it now seemed sweeter, which showed that his omega seemed actually, quite happy with the idea.

Style's omega wanted to take control and let his alpha impregnate him right now, he wanted a knot right now, he wanted to throw away those birth control pills that were on his nightstand in every room, and he wanted that condom that was separating him from his alpha right now to disappear.

Style moaned loudly when Fadel started to thrust his hips trying to meet his boyfriend's rhythm, with the image of Style carrying his children made it last relatively short, and well, Style was not far behind.

When, after a few minutes trying to recover from the great orgasm they just experienced Fadel smiled and before Style could speak.

—I really would like to have a bunch of kids if I'm with you.—the alpha murmured, gently touching his boyfriend's cheek who smiled widely at him.

—Now my omega will definitely want to be united with you for life, just so you know.—Style mocked a little, his omega had always asked him to look for a man attractive enough but above all a good man who could be the father of his children.

When Fadel said he wanted to impregnate Style, he didn't expect that the next day his omega would put away his birth control pills, and give the condoms they had in their dresser to Bison.

He found the two omegas in the kitchen in the morning, with Bison with a big smile painted on his lips, while he listened to Style say that they wouldn't need them anymore. Style's scent vibrated and swirled throughout the space in a jasmine scent with hints of strawberry, a scent that only appeared when he was very happy.

Bison had moved into Kant's house 6 months ago when Babe was finally able to enter college in Finland. Since those 6 months Fadel and Style had had the most mind-blowing sex of their lives, they managed to make most corners of that house have a memory of him.

Bison smiled mischievously when his brother entered his field of vision, who just rolled his eyes and approached his omega to say hello, after not seeing him for two hours while he went for a run and for groceries.

Fadel approached Style from behind, kissing his neck, where his mark was, yes, 4 months ago they had joined, after being together for two years and especially what they had been through together, they decided that way, and for them it was the best, since Style was susceptible to separation, even if it was for a few hours of not seeing his alpha, it affected him, but after the mark - it was not immediately - he managed to spend more time apart from his boyfriend by feeling him through their bond calm and without any danger.

—Well, I'll leave you two alone so my nephew can get there. —Bison murmured as he watched them greet each other affectionately in their own world.

And well, Style would never miss the opportunity, as soon as they heard the front door being closed and the smell of vanilla following Bison, his omega turned to Fadel and whispered —Fuck me.

And well, Fadel, being the great alpha that he was, did it, right there, on the kitchen counter, they ended up panting from the inaccessible position.

—You know it's not really going to work now, the pills have to stop working on your body, and besides, your rut isn't close—Fadel said with his face buried in his omega's back.

—Pff, of course I know, but it feels hotter to do it without a condom, believe me, and even more so if you think about the possibility that I'll get pregnant. —She turned her head to look at him with an excited smile.

—Fuck Style.—the alpha moaned as his cock responded to the idea.—Now we'll have to stay home all morning.

—Believe me, I don't mind—his omega muttered as he walked over to the large leather chair in the living room.—Why don't we try it here too?

Fadel would be stupid if, for things as mundane as going with the new potential tenant of the premises he owned, he missed fucking his boyfriend on most of the surfaces of the ground floor.

It was a week later when Style and he were in bed resting after a particularly hot round of sex.

—Do you want a boy or a girl? —He asked while caressing his alpha's hair.

Fadel adjusted his head to be able to see him better—If we had a girl, I would have to learn how to comb hair and all that stuff, I would also have to know at least a little about how to dress girls, and in general, learn about girl things, —he let out the breath he didn't know he had kept— I know that not everything has to be pink and glittery, but I don't know, I would like to see a girl with our features. —His smile grew until it matched the sun.

While Fadel spoke Style only knew one thing, he couldn't have asked for a better father for his daughter or son. —You long for a girl, don't you? —He smiled big, carefully taking the alpha's face to kiss him chastely on the lips.

—I think so, a little girl running around in this house. —Fadel imagined a girl with Style's eyes and smile.

After a moment of silence.—Me too.—Style murmured.—I imagine a girl laughing because neither you nor I know anything about girls.

If normally their sexual libido was quite high, now they did not stop touching each other and longed for contact, if before they had sex five times a week, in the last few days they had reached their limit of doing it daily, and well, it was not just one round.

Yes, their desire to have a baby was expressed with having rounds of sex after round, they really knew that it could not work because of the arduous research on the pills that Style took, so effective were they that sometimes they lasted months, yes, months, in getting people pregnant, the two had it quite fresh, and they knew that everything they said during sex or plans they talked about when they lay down in their comfortable bed before sleeping were in a perhaps somewhat distant future.

So they decided to go out partying—before Fadel was banned from drinking alcohol due to sperm production (explicitly stated by Style), to actually be parents and Style couldn't drink alcohol because of pregnancy—with Bison and Kant to a bar, Style's favorite during his single days.

So that same day they decided to take their first serious pregnancy test, of course, they had had some pregnancy scares throughout the relationship, but this test was a roulette wheel, they weren't taking care of themselves in any way, just because of the delay of the effect of the pills, but from there on, nothing, they weren't doing anything.

The two decided to be there even though the chances of them coming out positive were 30%, they bought 3 tests of different brands, to be really sure of the result. Style didn't want to harm his son if by some kind of rare case he was already pregnant and drank industrial quantities of alcohol as he planned that night.

While Style peed on the three tests, his whole body felt like jelly. He knew from his omega that he wasn't pregnant, he felt it, and Fadel also knew that his omega wasn't carrying his puppies yet, his boyfriend's scent hadn't changed at all, not even a little, and if alpha was still only thinking about filling his boyfriend with babies and not protecting him.

When Style came out of the bathroom trembling with the three tests in his hand.

—I don't know why I'm so nervous—he laughed, leaving the three sticks in front of Fadel, on the living room table.

—I am too, although I know it's not possible, yet.

They waited in silence until the alarm Style had set rang, scaring them both.

With a quick movement Fadel turned the three tests over, and indeed all three tests were negative. They both sighed.

—Something inside me wanted two lines to come out on the first test.—Style murmured with a pout and then laughed softly.

Fadel looked at him, and he could also feel a hint of disappointment through the bow, his eyes darkened with sadness.

—I know my love, I feel the same way, but at least you'll be able to enjoy tonight drinking alcohol.—he smiled calmly.

—True, we have to have fun, Del.—Style murmured, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.

That night Style enjoyed himself like never before, he didn't really drink much alcohol, but he did force his boyfriend, his brother-in-law and his best friend to dance all night, in the end, he doubted that this would happen again in the near future.

It was three months, two weeks and four days after stopping using any kind of contraceptive method that one morning, Style simply felt strange, he didn't know how to describe it, he just knew it, and his suspicion became accurate when as soon as his boyfriend finished waking up, the first thing he did was smell him strongly and purr, Fadel rarely purred, in fact he never did, he only did it twice in his life, the next day after joining and right now, Style who was also sleepy combed his alpha's hair smiling like a fool but instead of talking he also started to purr with pleasure.

—It worked, it really worked. — Fadel murmured when the two came back to themselves, and regained control of their human side.

—We're going to be parents. —Style sobbed as he felt his bare chest also get wet with his alpha's tears.

They had the sweetest and most affectionate morning sex after that.

That same day they went straight to the clinic where Style had his trusted doctor, who had been with him since he showed up at fourteen.

They were only here to do the study, and the results would arrive in three days.

Fadel was shining with happiness, which would have been rare two years ago, to see a Fadel showing his affection so openly to his omega.

And Style, he seemed to be the sun itself walking through Bangkok, radiating light and quality.

When they got home in the afternoon, neither of them separated for the rest of the day.

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When Style went to pick up the results at the hospital, it was almost robotic, going, picking them up, driving in the car through the streets of Bangkok to the house he shared with his alpha, who had stayed there because Style loved his boyfriend but really needed a break, and more so if it was true -Style already knew it was true, even without seeing the envelope- that he was pregnant, Fadel would not let him go for the next nine months.

With a breath he got out of his parked car and prepared to enter the house. He announced his arrival and Fadel's voice guided him to his office.

Fadel's murmur speaking in English reached Style's ears, who carefully entered the room seeing his boyfriend standing in front of a window, he gently left the envelope he still carried with him on the dark-haired man's desk, walked towards him and hugged him from behind, resting his face against his alpha's neck, breathing in his scent of white rubber, with hints of mint. He breathed in his partner's scent and that made him momentarily forget everything that was going on in his life, it was just the two of them, and well, the person who was on the cell phone, but that person didn't count.

It was when Fadel finally hung up the call that his alpha smelled him too.

—You still don't smell different, not like milk at least, not yet, but sweeter, the strawberry smell got stronger now. —his alpha murmured against his neck.

—I haven't opened the envelope yet.

Fadel separated from him with a smile. —Well, then we have to open it together.

Style smiled, and moved slightly to reach the envelope, Fadel had leaned on the same desk where the white rectangle still rested, which despite everything, neither of them wanted to open.

It was very different from the time they did those pregnancy tests, they both knew that Style wasn't pregnant, but now, they just needed a confirmation from the hospital to know when Style got pregnant, they knew it would come out positive, their wolves were very protective of each other, that Style left alone today was only because the hospital was not more than an hour away, and because the rational part of Fadel knew that his omega also needed a moment alone.

With a smile, Style opened the envelope, began to read the information and with each word the smile grew.

—Three and a half weeks, and counting that it took us two more days to pick up the study, the fourth week has passed, I'm one month old. — Style murmured perplexed.

—I thought you had more time. — Fadel murmured attracting his omega with great happiness on his face.

—Me too, I thought at least two more weeks.

—God, Style, we're going to be parents, I mean, we already knew it but now it's more real, someone is really forming here. — Fadel murmured, directing his hand to his omega's slightly exposed belly due to his clothing.

—I don't have clothes to be pregnant. — Style murmured after a moment of silence, where the couple had been hugging and touching Style's belly.

The confused expression on the alpha's face vanished and changed to amusement, he laughed softly and brought his omega even closer.

—Don't laugh, I don't want to spend my pregnancy, not at least the last few months with a huge belly and tops that barely cover my chest, thank you. — he murmured with furrowed eyebrows, the result of the concentration he felt from imagining himself pregnant dressed in that black top, with thick straps and tight to the body that only barely covered the beginning of his waist. Don't ask why specifically that top and not any other.

—Of course not, unless you really want to spend your pregnancy like this, honey, we'll go buy you maternity clothes.

Style smiled fondly, damn, it was already real, it wasn't long before I had symptoms and all that shit, and as soon as the symptoms made their presence felt, it wouldn't take long to notice that I was really pregnant.

—So, —Fadel interrupted his train of thought with a clearing of his throat.— judging by how many weeks you're doing, it was that Friday when we got back from Kant's house and since you're so desperate we didn't even make it to bed in the first round, do you remember where it was?

God, Fadel now seemed to have gotten horny remembering how they had made this baby, well, embryo or whatever it was.

—On the stairs.—the omega murmured smiling.

—Who was the one who insisted on doing it there?

—Me, just me.—style said smiling while feeling hot.

—The next day you couldn't stand up from the pain in your back because of your whim of wanting to do it on the stairs. —Style was now panting quietly. —And also from riding me until your legs hurt and were too weak to even go to the bathroom properly.

Well, now Style was properly horny.

It was a few days later that apparently all the symptoms that he hadn't had in the first month left Style without even a moment to breathe.

The vomiting now didn't seem to stop, day and night, along with the nausea that wasn't just in the morning, it lasted until four in the afternoon, and he couldn't stand very strong smells, fish? You couldn't even think of having it at least ten meters around Style, nor the egg, in any form, and what at some point - definitely before being pregnant - Style had loved, the flowers that Fadel gave him every time the old ones dried up, made his nose sensitive, his throat causing coughing that in turn, if the cough was so strong, could cause him to vomit.

And the smells in the workshop weren't really very pleasant, even though most of the employees were betas and one or two alphas, the smell of his employees wasn't what really bothered him, what he used to associate with home, that smell of car oil, gasoline —which he didn't go near unless it was strictly necessary, and if he did he would put on a ski mask—, and really any smell in the workshop made him nauseous, they didn't turn into vomiting, not always, so he could really still work, yes, he still could.

—I can't. —Style murmured on his knees in the bathroom of his house one afternoon, while another gag went through him and forced him to expel everything after coming home from work.

—We should tell your dad. —his alpha caressed his back as a form of comfort.

—I think he already knows, don't forget that he's also an omega, he's seen me run to the bathroom almost daily when I feel that the nausea is stronger than I thought.— while another gag but now only dry took over his body. —Shit.— he moaned pitifully, the dry gags were the worst. — And a week ago you said that the scent of milk was starting to appear, if he hasn't asked me it's because he doesn't want to make me uncomfortable.

Fadel decided after that day that his omega had had enough, never, a pregnant omega had told him about the large amounts of vomit they expelled in the first trimester, none, and now he wasn't sure how the alphas of those omegas didn't care like he did, every time he heard Style run to the bathroom his body tensed and he visually searched for his car keys in case, for some reason, as strange as it was, Style could physically expel his son through his mouth, from so much vomit that he seemed to expel every day. Call him crazy, maybe he was, but he couldn't, really not, Style and his puppy who just last week had his heart start beating —His heart started beating!— were the most important thing in his life, they and Bison were the only thing he had.

They went to the first appointment, the doctor who was going to carry out the pregnancy was the same one who had followed Style since his presentation as an omega.

At the appointment, an ultrasound was scheduled to verify that it was not an ectopic pregnancy, and to confirm that the embryo was alive.

Style was nervous as he pulled down his pants to his hips and pulled his shirt up above his waist.

When the doctor put the gel on his belly he felt extremely strange, he was startled by how cold it was, but as soon as the cold metal touched his belly and the doctor sank into silence Style and Fadel felt the world stop, but as soon as the doctor confirmed that everything was fine they were able to breathe properly.

It was when she told them they could hear their son's heartbeat that the two men in the room perked up. There was a moment of silence in that hospital room, but everything stopped when they heard a small tapping sound coming from the machine the doctor was looking at.

Their baby's heartbeat was the best thing they had ever heard. Fadel had at some point taken out his phone and was recording the screen while trying to stop his hand from shaking so much. It was a moment they prayed would last forever. Hearing their baby was the most beautiful melody they could ask for.

They confirmed that they were 7 weeks along, just as it said in the results of the study.

Fadel was outside the Style workshop, where the employees greeted him happily, and told him that his partner was in the office inside the workshop, and when he got there, it seemed that his omega was asking for imported car parts since he spoke in English while crossing something out in the notebook he was holding.

I watch him from the door, Style was wearing his signature denim jumpsuit, unbuttoned from the top, revealing his usual white tank top, and with it his neck, shoulders and arms, Fadel sighed, he could see a different glow in Style's body, something more resplendent somehow, with brighter skin, and with equally illuminated eyes, Style's hand stopped on his stomach absentmindedly, there really was nothing there, just a small hardness, but that could be confused with the abs that Style still showed with the tops he wore, hardness that no one could notice, not even Fadel had noticed, it was until one morning, not long ago, Style touched his belly, that part that was usually soft, was now hard.

The alpha did not notice when his omega ended the call, very lost in his thoughts it was until Style threw him a little ball of paper that he reacted.

—Hey. —He looked indignantly at his partner.

—You're not listening to me.—the omega smiled, getting up to go to his alpha.

—I'm here.—the dark-haired man murmured, breathing Style's gland. Ever since his omega started to give off the smell of milk, no matter how subtle it was, it made him addicted.

—Come on, my dad must be inside the house.

—How nice to see you two.—Style's dad said as he turned down the volume on the television, since today was his day off, he stayed home or went out to eat with some friends he had recently met.

Style and Fadel, who were sitting in front of him, smiled. Damn, not even in Fadel's most difficult jobs did he feel like that. It felt illegal —more than killing people— to tell your boyfriend's dad that you got him pregnant after eight months of living together, not even a year, that someone should shoot Fadel between the eyebrows right now.

—Well, we came to...—Fadel began, smiling nervously.

—I'm pregnant. —Style half-shouted, looking into his father's eyes, who gave him a smile.

—I already knew it. —He murmured, rolling his eyes but still getting up to hug his son and son-in-law.

—I told you I already knew it. —Style said between tears and nervous laughter, still hugging his father.

—Nausea is horrible, right, honey? —the older man asked.

—It is. —Style cried, hugging his father tightly.

Although they were both omegas, Style stood out for his height. If Style didn't have the body he has, you could mistake him for an alpha. That was what intrigued Fadel at first. The first day he looked like an omega about to cry because the dark-haired man scolded him about his behavior behind the wheel, and the next day when he saw him in the workshop he looked like a strong alpha, since at that time his omega used odor blockers. But despite his great height, Fadel was still taller than him.

—I'm happy for you, really. —Jay murmured, moving his son away so he could look him in the eyes. —How many weeks are you?

—Seven, just seven weeks. —The alpha spoke for the first time since Style's interruption. Jay looked at him with a smile and then hugged his son again.

—In three days I'll be eight. —Jay's look was one of astonishment.

—So early your son is already giving you a hard time. —He remained thoughtful. —My pregnancy with you was like that, since I was little you made yourself noticed, the whole pregnancy I was exhausted, I spent most of the time in bed, I slept more time than I want to confess.

—So far I've only felt properly exhausted for about four or five days. —the younger omega murmured. —Yesterday we went to the hospital for the first ultrasound. Do you want to see it?

Well, that was easy, if you could say that, Jay told him that he knew it wasn't his responsibility to be in charge of the workshop, but Style assured him that he was fine with that, he wanted to take care of the paperwork until he couldn't anymore and clearly his father assured him that he did.

It's not that they really needed money, well, it would be good to have money saved, since Style moved in with Fadel what he worked with his father was, so to speak, money only for him and his whims, Fadel never let him spend it on anything.

Before Fadel met his partner, he had bought a building full of apartments, and he rented them out, so that's where a large part of the income came from, month after month, in addition to the savings he had saved since he started killing people. And the sale of weapons in Asia was almost absurd the amount of money they gave you for a gun. So no, if Style stopped working it wouldn't really affect him at all, besides the inheritance his mother had left him when she passed away, what he had was love for his job, after all that was where he grew up.

—This week his arms and legs are starting to form. —Fadel said as he watched Style drying his hair with a towel. Through the mirror his omega's reflection responded with a loving look.

—The past few weeks were his heart. —the omega murmured, looking at his own stomach in the mirror in front of him, he was only wearing a pair of boxers which showed his still flat abdomen, he raised his gaze to his chest, which two weeks ago began to increase in size and sensitivity, a week ago was just the first time in a long time that Style had to say "orange" in the middle of sex, which startled Fadel, the omega murmured shyly, which was not normal for him "sensitivity, for now don't touch my nipples too much."

Style turned to his side, looking at the slight curve in his chest, it wasn't the usual rise from hard work in the gym, it was softer, and it also felt different to the touch. —This is the last month of this quarter, after this month we will tell Kant and Bison.—he murmured absentmindedly, still looking at himself in the mirror.

—I think Bison will be happy, and I don't know if I want that, I think I could give it to him to have five children.—Fadel nervously ran his hand across his neck thoughtfully.

—Don't think of it like that, think of it as if our son or daughter would have a nephew to grow up with.—Style, who was still in front of the full-length mirror, responded with a sigh.

"Come on, lie down, I'll give you a massage," Fadel said, wanting to divert the topic of a Bison carrying Kant's children.

-Right.

They had discovered that a chest massage helped reduce chest discomfort. Massages that also went to his belly, recently, were not enough with his already latent symptoms, occasionally cramps appeared that did not leave him alone.

The good thing was that, with Style working from the office, the vomiting had stopped tormenting him twenty-four hours a day, now it was only morning sickness, and now it was really only morning sickness, lasting until noon.

—What are you doing? — Fadel murmured as he walked to the center of the kitchen where his omega sat eating while tears rolled down his cheeks.

When he heard his alpha's voice, Style looked up and pouted, and began to cry for real as he brought his hands to his face trying to cover it.

—Oh my love, tell me what's wrong.

—I'm pregnant, like, I'm really carrying your child. — Style cried more hiccuping.

—Yes love, don't you want to have it anymore? — the dark-haired boy asked stunned, his alpha writhing at the words spoken.

—Nooo — Style lengthened the "o" as he cried harder. —I'm scared, very scared, I've read like crazy in the early mornings that I can't sleep, but I still don't feel ready.

Fadel sighed.

—This isn't going to calm you down at all, or maybe it will, but I'm terrified too, you don't know how much, I want to cry from fear, but then I see you and I know that I want you in my life, you and the baby that's on the way.

—I want you in my life too, but I don't want this baby to suffer at all, can we please hide it from everyone?

—We could, but that wouldn't be having a child, it would be having a doll that's forbidden from coming out.

After that, things calmed down a bit, at least now Style slept every night the necessary hours and even more.

“We should buy things,” Fadel murmured one morning, the morning when Style turned 11 weeks, a week away from turning 3 months.

Style pretended not to know why they hadn't mentioned anything about shopping before, and even less so after the doctor explained and stressed that the first three months were crucial to keep the fetus alive. And yes, even though the couple said no, the doctor scared them, in a way, he informed them of complications they could have, but not with the intention of scaring them, just to inform them, but those warnings turned into fears, understand them, they were first-time parents who wanted to take excessive care of their first child.

"Let's do it and get clothes for me." Style smiled.

The omega didn't stop dressing as he did, maybe now he wore longer tops, that reached his belly button, and high-waisted pants, but it didn't take long for the little fetus to want to appear in sight, and Style was sure it wouldn't take long, he had a slight swelling, almost imperceptible, the doctor told them that it wasn't his baby yet, it was fluid retention, being his first pregnancy, the lump could take until week 16 to appear, but due to Style's physical figure maybe they could see it from week 14 or 15, and the omega was impatient for those weeks to arrive already.

Despite Fadel's invitation, they ended up in the mall for a completely different reason, a craving that Style had had and that apparently could only be satisfied in this mall, after eating they were holding hands looking at the store windows, until they reached a baby store. The two looked at each other quickly, and entered the store, where they were greeted by the smell of baby perfume, they looked at the clothes until Style stopped at something that left him speechless.

It was a jumpsuit of the same navy blue that Style wore to work, it was a size for a one-year-old baby, but it didn't matter, it was too cute not to wear it. Style turned excitedly towards his boyfriend who was already seeing him with a big smile.

"We have to wear it," he murmured, touching the fabric of the suit in his boyfriend's hands, it was soft.

They looked at the store and took with them some small shoes that were also a size for a one-year-old, but it didn't matter, they bought some newborn-sized rompers in neutral colors. And they left the store, it was the first purchase for their baby.

The next day, Kant had invited them to watch a soccer game at the house he shared with Bison, a perfect excuse to announce that they were expecting a baby. So they carefully prepared a box with the shoes and jumpsuit they had bought along with the first and only ultrasound they had done.

In a week they had scheduled the second ultrasound which had them happy and anxious, because this ultrasound was to see how their progress had been in these four and a half weeks.

They were in front of the door of Kant and Bison's house, with Style stomping his feet impatiently under the concrete floor. The smell they emanated was only Fadel's, since Style was afraid that his friend and brother-in-law would notice the news just by smelling him. Which was almost happening, Kant asked who smelled like milk, but luckily there was a pregnant omega next to them, which earned a shy apology from Kant.

And Bison, well, you could never hide something from him for life.

When they were invited in and after the respective greetings Style sat down on the couch tiredly which Kant noticed.

"It seems like you haven't slept in, like, a month, man," Kant said mockingly, lightly hitting his friend on the shoulder.

Which only earned him an obscene gesture from Style who had settled himself between the cushions and Bison's laughter erupting.

Later, Style was falling asleep until he remembered why they were there, he let the tiredness fade away and went to the kitchen to help with whatever his alpha and his best friend were doing in the kitchen while Bison followed behind him telling him about a new job he was excited about.

When they got to the kitchen they saw the still impressive interactions between their alphas, they still had an awkwardness that remained since they found out that Kant had been the snitch.

Fadel.

He was smiling at Kant, smiling, a sincere smile, not the usual tense smiles they had, no, a real one.

Style's stomach fluttered with a feeling that always related him to his home, and yes, seeing his Alpha, the one he loved most in this life and his best friend was like putting together a puzzle that had been put together for two years.

Style was the one who helped the most in the kitchen, as much as he could, since he was still sensitive to smells, so when the smell became too much, he returned to Bison who was sitting at the kitchen island, since he never cooked, he was really bad at it.

The game had long been forgotten in the living room, and the team they supported was losing with a score that was difficult to recover.

At the table, Kant and Bison didn't find it strange that neither of them wanted alcohol, since they were careful about alcohol for fertility and all that, only Bison noticed that Style gave his small portion of fish to Fadel who didn't claim anything.

It was when the four of them had finished that they returned to the living room to sit down, the box they had prepared was still on the coffee table.

Style approached her and gave them to the other couple, who smiled confused.

Fadel who was behind his omega smiled at his brother who looked at them with suspicion, when Kant opened the box and the first thing he saw was the ultrasound he screamed in surprise, while looking up and then down to confirm that the baby's photo had not disappeared.

Kant was the first to stand up and gently hug the two, congratulating them with emotion, Bison joined in and should admit that he cried as soon as he saw his brother caress Style's flat belly.

—Tomorrow I turn 12 weeks, so we wanted you to know that the danger or whatever had passed. — Style said smiling, joining his hand with Fadel's on his stomach.

—In fact, I would be more surprised if Style was not already pregnant. — Kant murmured playfully.

For the second ultrasound, her baby was healthy, the perfect size for her weeks, all the organs developed successfully, they still couldn't know the sex of the baby until the next ultrasound, but Style assured her that she was carrying a girl there.

The following weeks were spent with Style sleeping practically all day, he arrived late to work because he slept more hours in the morning, he slept during his lunch hour when he ate with his father at Style's old house, on the couch in the living room, and when he returned home he also slept until again, it was so late in the morning that he was late for work.

Fadel thought it was good, although he would like Style to stay home from now on, he knew it was not possible, and he knew that Style needed to work to clear his mind, it was good that Style slept and rested after all, in the first trimester he could not do it because of nausea, so he let him sleep even though Style seemed upset to be late.

Style's appetite increased, a lot, now that he did not have to expel it every morning Style ate almost anything that was in the kitchen, that was not fish, he still could not make peace with that food. But the flowers had returned, it was a smell that now he could bear, even if it was a little, he could.

It was a morning they had free, in week 15, that Style walked around the room in only boxers and his most recent purchase, a sports bra because the sensitivity in his nipples seemed like it would last quite a while longer. Fadel, who always saw his omega doing his morning routine, was startled when he saw him, he saw a small bump on his omega's belly, something that definitely hadn't been there yesterday.

—Style! —he said excitedly.

Style turned worriedly to his call while he was still putting moisturizing cream on his arms and torso, when he got to his stomach he apparently felt it, he felt the difference there because he raised his gaze connecting glances with Fadel, who smiled happily, the dark-haired boy was already in front of his omega touching the other's abdomen with a smile.

It might seem imperceptible to anyone who saw Style, but not to them, there was their baby.

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After that day, Style really showed, he could still hide it with the new maternity clothes he had bought, but not with the clothes he wore every day. And he couldn't hide it when he was lying down either, because the bulge in his abdomen was clearly noticeable. Fadel was addicted to touching his boyfriend's belly, his alpha desperately asked him to protect her every day, at all hours, and Style agreed with that, because his omega also demanded to be protected.

And after the fatigue went away - it only lasted three weeks - Fadel and Style had the hottest rounds of sex in a long time, thanks to the fact that now Jay would chase his son away as soon as he got in a bad mood, and that would last about four to five hours away from his alpha, in the last three months they had barely had sex, but after all the annoying symptoms disappeared they were replaced by a very high sexual libido from Style who seemed to not need - or want - breaks between rounds.

Style was in the workshop office, sitting and reviewing invoices, while he read the paper in front of him, his free hand caressing his slightly swollen belly. It gave him security to be touching his stomach, although physically no one could steal it without Style noticing, he wanted to confirm at all times that he had not left or that it was a dream, he was really carrying his daughter -yes, he continued to insist that it is a girl- and Fadel's, something that his omega bragged about every time a workshop worker congratulated him on his pregnancy.

Style stood up from the chair to stretch his back, this month it was not normal the frequency with which he suffered from back and head pain, he moaned in exasperation, he could not imagine what his back would have to endure in the last few weeks.

He had also had pains, or rather tugs in her abdomen as a result of her uterus stretching even more so that her baby could be comfortable, this week was the 17th, and in the last two weeks she had gained weight, not much, yet, but all the fat had gone to her hips and thighs, what were once thin but toned thighs were now soft, as were her hips, and Fadel seemed to like that, who now in addition to caressing and letting his hand rest on her bulging belly, also took her thighs carefully but still in a possessive grip. He liked the feeling of the fat he was not familiar with between his fingers, his alpha side loved having his omega like that, so prepared to grow and grow his unborn daughter.

That same week he saw Bison, it was a coincidence that they were in the same grocery store, which was not really a surprise due to how close their houses were to each other.

Bison approached Style while the pregnant omega had his back turned, when Style turned around smelling Bison's signature vanilla scent, he smiled at him and saw how the other omega's expression turned to surprise when he saw his bulging stomach.

The younger one let out a gasp of mere surprise.

—Wow, it's one thing to hear from Fadel and Kant how you're doing with the pregnancy, but seeing you is different.— he murmured without taking his eyes off the older omega's belly.

Style smiled running a hand over his stomach.

—I know, there are days when I wake up, look in the mirror and it's like, your brother really got me pregnant!

Bison laughed looking into his eyes with affection.

—I'm glad you're going to start a family, you deserve it.— said Bison smiling.

—Hey, Fadel will never stop being your brother, and don't think you're going to escape being my daughter's favorite uncle so easily! —

Style took Bison's hand that was hanging distractedly next to him and placed it on his own stomach, smiling at the sight of the youngest omega being surprised.

—Daughter?

—Well, we don't really know, we have the next appointment when I'm halfway through the pregnancy and then we'll be able to find out what it will be —he sighed— but my omega has known since I found out I was pregnant that it's a girl.

The two omegas decided to buy together the things they respectively needed, and at the end they decided to go to Bison's house for an improvised dinner between the four of them.

It was a quiet dinner for everyone, the most impressive thing about the night was that Fadel seemed to give in more and more to the absurd conversations that Kant tried to make.

That certainly made Style happy all month.

As soon as they got home, the omega knelt before Fadel with a smile. "I love you," Style murmured before quickly unbuttoning his boyfriend's pants.

It was one night, the two of them were cuddling sleepily trying to pay attention to whatever was on TV, Style had been dozing for at least the last five minutes, when he suddenly felt something, a sensation.

He sat up in bed quickly which earned him a momentary dizziness.

—Love? Are you okay?

—The baby. —Style murmured cradling his belly.

—What happened? —Fadel's worried voice filtered through his hatred.

—She moved.

Style felt his daughter move inside him for the first time, it was just an instant, and like a flutter, he knew that it should come quickly but he didn't expect the sensation to be so overwhelming. After Fadel hugged him smiling and slept with the smell of his happy omega floating, Style didn't sleep thinking about whether maybe his daughter would move again, but it didn't happen, so he finally slept too comfortable in his nest and in the warm arms of his alpha.

At 20 weeks, your baby should have fully developed his ears, which could make him actually listen to his parents. With that in mind, Style forced Fadel to talk to his abdomen daily so that he would become familiar with his father's voice. And his alpha did just that. Fadel had been talking to his abdomen day and night for two days, talking about how much they were waiting for him to be born.

On the first day, Fadel's voice earned a little tickle that Style let her boyfriend know.

They were at the hospital for their third ultrasound. The doctor happily let them in. First she asked questions about the retina, about the new symptoms and those that had already passed, she asked about his diet —which Fadel was rigorously in charge of— and about the changes in his body.

When Style lay down and lifted his shirt, the doctor nodded.

—Judging by your physical structure and the weeks you have, your abdomen seems perfect if we speak technically. Due to your symptoms you have a slight iron deficiency, which can be fixed with supplements and food, now let's move on to the ultrasound.

It lasted at least half an hour while the doctor remained silent with some positive comments while frantically typing on the computer next to her, alternating between the ultrasound machine and the computer.

—Well, do you want to know the sex? —she asked while still moving the iron machine over Style's abdomen.

They attended instead of talking, suddenly their world was only focused on knowing that it was their baby.

—It's a girl, congratulations.

Style cried squeezing Fadel's hand, excited and thanking the doctor who left to give them space.

—You really always get everything you want. —Style murmured when the couple finally calmed down.

—Always. — He approached to kiss his omega. —I always wanted a girl.

—Everything is perfect, the heart beats without any problem, the brain responds to stimuli correctly, also his ears, everything is really in order, as I told you, it seems a perfect pregnancy, just like in the medical books. —the doctor smiled friendly.

When Fadel felt his sad omega through the bond he was surprised, he left him sleeping comfortably while he prepared breakfast, he went to investigate and found Style in front of the mirror, something that had already become more than a habit, it was almost a religious action that Style did not seem to do without.

—What's wrong love? —the dark-haired man murmured worriedly as he got closer to his omega.

—This, this happened. —Style murmured turning around pointing to two stretch marks that could be seen above the elastic of his boxers.

—Oh my love, calm down, if that's the problem, we can still apply anti-stretch mark cream that we bought.

—But, are you going to keep loving me, even when I get covered in stretch marks? —she cried, creating images in her head.

—Of course, Style, you know that doesn't matter to me, I love you, I chose you as my partner not only for your physique, which everyone envies, but also for the person you are, and more so if you carry my daughter inside you, don't doubt, at any time that I will love you. —Style hiccuped against her chest. —And if this consoles you more, I'm sorry for not having seen them.

Style nodded at her apology and her words of support.

—This is horrible, I had never felt insecure about myself, maybe in puberty, like fifteen years ago, but I have always been very happy with my body, I never wanted to change it in any way, and suddenly at twenty-eight, when I think everything is fine, thousands of hormones attack me and make me a bomb, of tears or irritability. I don't like it.

Fadel's heat arrived, with the excitement of the ultrasound they didn't remember that this week would be Fadel's last heat of the year, which if under other circumstances Style wasn't carrying his daughter, he would also have his own this week.

As soon as the alpha felt the first symptoms he got scared because he didn't want to hurt his omega and his daughter, he didn't want to go through the heat with Style if it hurt him. Style assured him that it wasn't going to be like that, he trusted him and his wolf.

The first day was intense as always, but somehow every time they finished doing it Fadel's alpha asked him to cuddle up to his omega to fill him with affection and softness.

On the second day, they only spent half the day having sex, the other half Fadel slept hugging his omega.

On the third day he didn't seem to want to touch Style in a sexual way, and only flattered his omega's belly.

By the fourth day, when his heat ended, Style was impressed with Fadel.

Never in these almost three years of knowing him and having spent his heats with him, had it ever lasted only three days, strictly speaking, it always lasted exactly five days, 120 hours, without fail. And it was always five days of wild and rough sex, depending on whether Style was also in heat or not.

Fadel's alpha was torn between relieving his sexual need and taking care of his pregnant omega. The reason why alphas and omegas were in heat was for the sole purpose of having offspring, but now that his boyfriend already had his daughter it was not a real need to get Style pregnant, he was already pregnant. So his heat changed to wanting to take care of his omega.

When Fadel saw his omega sleeping soundly showing his daughter still in the womb, his heart swelled with pride, and his alpha side screamed excitedly, he could see the omega years if he promised to never lose this feeling, Style's face had filled out, the result of his weight gain, his swollen chest, ready to start producing milk as soon as the last month begins, with his belly growing day by day, proof of his unborn daughter, his thicker legs. He loved him, always, since that time he crashed into his Jeep, Fadel was impressed with the beauty of that irresponsible man who had crashed into him.

That man who followed him everywhere those first days, the one who hit him in their first encounter, yes, he regretted that a lot, that and daring to threaten him with a gun.

In the beginning things were quite complicated, they all made very serious mistakes, but when everything ended, two and a half years ago. They learned to forgive and learned to be forgiven. It was a tough few months but Style was always there for him, and now in his present, having the privilege of having him by his side forever was simply magical.

At 22 weeks, Style had decided to take up maternity swimming, so he could improve his flexibility and be able to continue being active.

They found a quiet indoor pool, they would go during the night, they would go, Fadel insisted on accompanying him so he could be careful not to get a leg cramp —which had become common at night— and also have time for themselves outside of their house, which felt like a date.

They also found it feasible to buy a birthing ball for Style who easily got used to it, sitting on it when the tension in his back was too much by rotating his pelvis, which always resulted in Style riding Fadel, as much as his more than half-pregnant belly would allow.

—Every time you talk closer to her, she moves.— murmured a sleepy Style as he moved his hand until he tangled it in Fadel's silky hair who was kissing the right hip bone that was still sticking out.

—That's the plan, for her to recognize her dad.— and he sank back to continue giving kisses to her belly and speaking softly to his daughter.

At week 25 Style is uncomfortable, if that's the word, his blood pressure had been low the last few days which had him in bed most of the day. He was about to enter the last three months of pregnancy, he couldn't believe that six months had already passed.

His difficulty sleeping had appeared again, not because of nausea or anything like that, but because he felt that he still didn't have anything ready for his daughter. Yes, they had cleaned Bison's old room that had been used as a storage room for months after the omega took almost everything that was there, they had bought a changing table and there were a few clothes there, but after that, there was nothing.

So, after nights without sleeping well, one day he forced Fadel to go to the mall.

They went into baby stores buying the basics, diapers and clothes. As well as some toys that would help with early stimulation, according to what they had read on the Internet. Style and Fadel didn't think they had read as much in school as they did now, they read and read books on parenting, they had been reading like crazy for months, and they still thought it wasn't enough.

They took a break at Style's favorite place, the place where his cravings were fulfilled every so often, an IHOP, it seemed silly, he knew, having the chef of the best food he had ever tasted living next to him, but there was something about those omelettes that drove him crazy.

When Style got up to go to the bathroom —yes, new symptom, the baby was already slightly pressing on his bladder— he ran into his ex-boyfriend who looked him up and down and looked at him with sharp eyes.

Style tried to ignore him as much as possible, he felt uncomfortable under his gaze, he felt like he could see beyond him. When he reached the door to the omega bathroom that was at the back of the place, Top stopped him by the hand, pressing lightly there, to which Style felt his omega struggle at the touch.

—Wait.—Top loosened his grip on Style's hand as he felt the discomfort of the latter.

Style turned slightly, revealing his bulging stomach. His face full of confusion.

—Umh, what do you want Top?—the omega sighed resignedly.

—I always wanted to know about you, you abandoned me, you changed your number and I never saw you again.—the alpha murmured sadly who began to release his forest scent, which made the omega get into a defensive position trying to protect his abdomen.

—Oh, forgive me for abandoning you when you continued to fuck more omegas even more so when you had already given me the ring. We were going to get married Top!—said the omega angrily.

—No, it wasn't like that.

—So? Oh, I see, it's just that your slippery penis got into other omegas, I'm sorry for misunderstanding," the omega murmured with disinterest.

—Let me explain.

—No Top, it's been four years since that, I don't care anymore to know what happened, I hadn't even remembered you until I saw you here, I'm not going to give you the peace of my forgiveness, I'm not going to do it, I hope you live regretting all your life what a disgusting alpha you are.

—Style. — Top murmured when the omega had already turned around again.

And with that Top backed away and went to sit down again while Style entered the bathroom rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Top after their breakup was a headache, as soon as Style found out, what had just two months ago become his home, a nice apartment above Top's parents' hotel became his terror, he ran away from there, took the things he had brought with him and went back home to his father, who greeted him with a worried grimace.

He blocked Top's number and kept working to clear things up in his mind, two months ago Top had proposed to him, after only five months of relationship, for twenty-four year old Style it was a dream come true, they planned to get together on their wedding day. In retrospect, the Style of now would like to cut off Top's penis so that he would never do something like that to someone again.

When Style returned to his table Fadel and his food were waiting for him along with a strawberry milkshake, that cheered him up and he began to eat happily.

As the soon-to-be parents enjoyed their meal, Top watched them, and after thinking things over internally, he sent all his best wishes to the baby on the way that Style was carrying in the form of a red envelope full of money sent by a waiter.

Fadel became alert, but as soon as Style looked for Top in the restaurant, he saw the alpha's back leaving, giving him a sidelong glance. The omega sighed tiredly, he had written on the envelope.

"Congratulations on your baby, the best of wishes.

"Sorry.

—Top"

When Fadel read the name, his brows furrowed with contempt.

"Top?" he muttered bitterly.

—Yes, I found him on the way to the bathroom, he wanted to explain to me what happened but I just told him that he is a creep and I denied him forgiveness, I guess that's what hurt him. —Style said as he passed his hands, with well-manicured fingers over The little red rectangle on the table.

They went back to see the baby stores where Style fell in love with fresh outfits for the heat of Thailand.

And most importantly, furniture to store the clothes they carried in the bags, the furniture would be delivered, which gave them enough time to paint the walls of the room.

The next day Style decided to go to eat with his dad, he was no longer working because his dad wanted him to be as comfortable as possible before his granddaughter arrived.

So Fadel spoke to his brother and Kant to help him paint the room, since his skill was definitely not painting, but Bison was.

Style agreed that the three of them would paint his daughter's room, as long as it was not with bright or warm colors, since that could overstimulate his daughter.

To say the least, it was a challenge for Fadel and Kant to come to an agreement, Kant more scared than anything else gave his opinion, which after all being a tattoo artist gave certainty to what he said.

Fadel was in charge of choosing the base color of the painting, a soft lavender color. This later allowed Bison and Kant to draw the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper, the room was a plan of the starry sky.

“I never wanted to paint this room, in case we ever had to move,” said Bison smiling with something that could be nostalgia. “But now I'm glad to be painting it for my niece, I hope she finds peace in this room.”

“Thank you Bison, I hope so, thank you very much for coming to help me here, believe me when I say that when you're pregnant I'll also help in whatever way I can.”

Kant was heard choking on his own saliva at the last words of his boyfriend's brother. And Fadel, feeling particularly playful, added.

—You know, I don't want my daughter to grow up completely alone, having cousins could be fun.

Kant left the room with the excuse of going to get water.

—You still love to tease him, right?

—You know that well.— Fadel murmured, smiling slightly, hugging his brother by the shoulder.

When Style arrived, the paint was already dry, with his friends and partner gathered in the living room, apparently resting. While they chatted animatedly.

He approached them and slid down to sit on Fadel's leg while his alpha wrapped his arm around his arm until his large hand was extended over his omega's abdomen, leaning down to smell his omega's neck and leaving a quick kiss there.

—Let's go see the room.— Kant murmured, getting up and pulling Bison to himself.

—Come on.— he gently hit his alpha's thigh to loosen his grip.

Style loved how his daughter's room had turned out, and the truth is that the stars had given him ideas about names for his daughter.

—Let's go bowling.— Style said while still on his birthing ball.

—Excuse me? —Fadel murmured.

—Come on, it's been a while since we've been there, besides, I remember that was our first official date —Style got off the ball and climbed on top of his boyfriend who was lying on the floor watching that his omega was safe. —Please.

Fadel is still impressed that Style could continue riding him for quite a while, less than when he wasn't pregnant, but longer than I imagine. It wasn't really a request that Fadel would deny, it was just the bowling, so he was going to say yes anyway.

It was in week 27 that Style was folding his daughter's small clothes after washing them with neutral baby soap, he was softly humming a random song, when he felt a particularly strong movement from his daughter, he touched his abdomen to check from the outside what he was feeling and yes, his daughter kicked so hard that he could feel it.

–Fadel!—Style shouted as he went out to the living room of his house where Fadel was playing a video game.

Fadel looked at him with concern letting the game run, losing the game.

—Did something happen? —he said already standing up.

—Give me your hand.— Style said with a smile.

Fadel without understanding much, extended his hand to his omega and as soon as Style let it rest on his belly he thought he understood.

When he felt a gentle push his eyes opened wide, while her scent became stronger, full of happiness, he was speechless, without realizing it he began to cry with happiness, he knew that his daughter moved, a lot, in fact, Style scolded him for letting his daughter be agitated at night, but it was very different to be able to feel her physically.

—Love, she's really here. —He tightened his grip gently which caused more movement from his daughter.

—I told you I knew your voice. —Style murmured whimpering.

One night Style and Fadel were leaving their favorite restaurant, where they went from time to time, as a reason this time for entering the last months of pregnancy, it seemed that they attracted unwanted people, while they were leaving they saw Keen, Fadel and Bison's brother.

—Now are you attached to this omega? — he said angrily, and with a slurred voice, which showed that he had drunk alcohol.

Style initially didn't want to pay attention to what he just took Fadel by the hand, walking as fast as his 28-week belly allowed him and Fadel seemed to think the same.

—Keen please leave us alone, we cleared everything up that time, be happy, Bison and I are.—said Fadel when Keen's insults were many.

—So now they are united.—said Keen angrily.—And oh, congratulations, they will also be parents.

—Don't get involved Keen, leave it like that.—whispered Style trying to hide behind his alpha, Keen, a beta had always scared him more than Fadel himself.

—Well, at least let me congratulate you, after all I will be your uncle, right?—said the beta taking a step towards them.

—No Keen, thanks, we don't need your good wishes, and you will not be part of my life, I told you years ago.—Fadel's smell of rubber turned sour.

—Well, then let me congratulate you Style.—Still the beta didn't move.—I congratulate you, you made him join you after betraying my brother, congratulations for now having a reason to tie him up, you know that when he was close to having something like this...

He stopped talking when Fadel hit him on the cheek, to which Kenn reacted with a lost look.

—Well, I talked too much.—Keen sat down on the dirty floor where he had been standing a few moments ago.—Congratulations guys, and Fadel—he shouted as the couple walked.—, mom would be happy.

And with that Fadel and Style left him alone, as they returned to Fadel's car.

—I will never let him get close to our daughter.—Fadel murmured as he started the car after an awkward silence.

By week 30, Style was feeling heavy, to say the least, he felt slow and unable to move freely. His daughter now weighed three pounds, so the weight of his baby was already uncomfortable.

They continued to go to the pool at night, which made the weight on his hips less and it was a satisfaction that before he felt it he would never imagined it would be so good.

He was irritable, the last few weeks his chest had grown and now they really looked like breasts, maybe a size B, but there were breasts, it felt strange to now have breasts ready to feed his daughter.

He didn't feel comfortable with his own body, he wasn't, his maternity clothes didn't feel comfortable, even if they were, he felt like everything was on him, baby names, room arrangements, Kant asking him for advice on engagement rings - more than four years ago a ring wasn't on his hand and he didn't really want it - and thinking about whether he wanted to suffer this again in the future, which he quickly dismissed, certainly if he wanted to have more children.

It's not that it was really a bad thing, he was just uncomfortable, but Fadel and his damn kindness seemed to fix it, since the last three months began his alpha seemed to have the sole purpose of making him happy, and the damn thing was achieving it, he couldn't claim anything from him, he was doing an excellent job.

At 32 weeks they had their last ultrasound, everything seemed fine with their daughter, they had already started to adjust for delivery, head down—Style already knew this from his daughter's abrupt movements inside him—the weight of the fetus was perfect, the placenta was correct, as well as the blood flow of his daughter.

They were given a 3D print of their daughter's face and she certainly looked like Style.

—I would kill you if after these months of suffering she didn't look like me— the omega murmured when they returned home.

Week 36, they had discovered that the most comfortable position for sex was with Style lying on his side, which allowed the baby to be comfortable.

Lately, sleeping for Style was crazy, he had difficulty breathing and his feet were swollen, with his daughter moving around a lot, more so during the night. And also at night, false contractions had appeared, which if he was honest, scared him a lot.

The last month was undoubtedly the hardest, now he understood it and he was just starting, literally his baby could be born at any moment, and that scared him.

He spent the first week forcing his alpha to move the furniture in the baby's room, and he himself arranged the clothes, toys and books. As well as packing his suitcase for the hospital for the third time.

The second week was about cleaning the whole house thoroughly, even though it was not recommended to do so much effort. He did it, the one who ended up the most tired was Fadel who walked behind him taking care that he did not slip or something similar.

Just as it seems Style decided to buy a car, yes, a car, since he said no car, Fadel's or his own, was a good option to carry a baby. So you can see a 38-week-old omega looking at cars and approving them, it was almost comical, all the salesmen were afraid that his water would break when he got in.

This last month Fadel held his belly slightly up to release some tension in his hips, he did it for twenty minutes —alpha strength or something like that— which was a blessing for Style, who in those twenty minutes could breathe correctly and stop feeling such acute back pain.

39 weeks completed, and the baby did not seem to want to come out. So Style decided that his daughter had to come out the way she was created, with sex, an older lady in the supermarket had asked him how many weeks she was, and knowing that it was already week 39, she recommended that having sex was the way to induce natural birth.

It was November 28th, Fadel was afraid of hurting his omega and his daughter rather than helping them, it was like having sex like that time they joined, it had been slow, careful not to harm his wolves and above all with gentleness.

They slept well and spent the next day normally, until four in the afternoon, Style's moment of relaxation—yes, they had established a routine from now on so that his daughter would get used to it—when the omega understood why his wolf was stealthy all day, her contractions had started, he decided that he would go back to packing the hospital bag until the contractions increased.

At five in the afternoon Fadel went up noticing that his omega had already taken a long time in his bath, he found Style in his baby's nursery rearranging shelves with toys again.

—I have contractions. —Style murmured still with his back turned.

Fadel's brain short-circuited so he couldn't think coherently.

—Hospital?

—Not yet, they started at four, there's still a long way to go before it's over. It's the early phase, it can last 12 hours.—the omega said remembering the many books they read throughout the pregnancy trying to help him with the nerves.
It was nine at night, Style had only drank water, they had tried to play a strange game taking advantage of the time to count the contractions, which didn't work because that was when they realized that the contractions had become closer.

—Okay, let's go to the living room, I'll make sure we don't forget anything.

During the next hour they spent monitoring Style's contractions, who began to have contractions every six minutes, that was the signal, the hospital bags were already in the car, as well as the baby seat that Fadel had installed in the new car days before.

—I'm not ready.—Style murmured, holding on tightly to his maternity shirt when another contraction surprised him. —I want to leave her there forever.

—Are you sure? Yesterday you complained about how tired you were from carrying eight pounds. —Fadel said trying to lighten the tense atmosphere in the car.

—I'll call Kant. —the omega murmured now that a contraction had not passed through him.

These were the longest hours Fadel had ever had, it was past midnight, maybe two in the morning when they allowed him to enter the delivery room with his omega, Kant and Bison had already arrived and were in the waiting room. His omega had entered the second stage of labor in the car, a few kilometers from the hospital, having contractions every five minutes. They had him in a room waiting for the last stage to arrive, which had finally arrived at midnight, it was not until two in the morning that the couple entered the delivery room.

With Style telling him that he would never put his penis inside him again, because Style did not ask for an epidural, the crazy guy, so when, after ten minutes, when his daughter finally wanted to start coming out for real Style insulted him endlessly, which earned a giggle from the doctors.

It was five fifteen in the morning when a whimper spread through the room. It took the breath away from Style and Fadel.

—Dad, come cut your daughter's cord.—The doctor handed Fadel some kind of forceps who looked at his daughter with admiration, now she was a swollen and bloody thing, he returned to Style while the doctors cleaned her and cleared her airways.

—She's just like you love, she has your nose.—Fadel cried while taking his omega's hand kissing it.

The placenta had completely come out when a doctor handed them his clean daughter, who was still crying.

—Oh come my love.—Style cried taking his daughter in his arms. His daughter, upon hearing and feeling the quality of her mother calmed down and gurgled in response, without making a real sound.

Fadel's hands itched to hold his daughter but he knew that his daughter needed Style physically more, it was until Style cried touching his daughter's small face.

—Take her from my arms, if you leave her any longer I won't let her go for a second. — Style murmured smiling while tears were still coming out of his eyes.

When Fadel picked up his daughter he felt his world stop, there was only his daughter, only her and no one else, her and her brown eyes, her and her bush of jet black hair, her pimply complexion, her nose and mouth like her omega father's, with long fingers and feet just as long, she was going to be a tall girl.

He went over to smell his daughter, she smelled like milk, like a baby.

At seven in the morning, in the private room at the hospital, Style was sleeping just like his daughter. He stayed alert to be able to take care of his family, when his daughter woke up with little sounds of discontent until Fadel picked her up and rocked her, that's when the baby saw him, and since the lights in the room were dim, she kept her eyes open longer than in the delivery room.

—She must be hungry. —said a sleepy voice.

Mother's instinct.

This was Style's first time breastfeeding, it was strange, her daughter seemed to easily swallow the colostrum.

—Now can we name her? —asked Style.

—Darafa, this girl is definitely a heavenly star.

Style's father was the first to enter, going straight to his son who assured him that she was fine. Then they were followed by Bison and Kant who looked at Darafa in amazement.

It was November 30th at 5:15 am where, finally, after months of waiting, their little girl was born, measuring 53 cm —21 Inches— and weighing —7.93 pounds—. A rather tall girl, if you ask any of the fathers they will proudly show it off.

When Style was discharged from the hospital, three days after the birth of Darafa — Dara, in more practical terms — they happily returned home where the real challenge would begin: raising a new human being.

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The first week with Dara was like a blur, she slept most of the day, woke up and cried, her parents changed her diaper, and so on every day.

The couple of new parents had dark circles under their eyes as a result of their hard work to take care of their daughter.

If Style and Fadel are honest, this week they did not know what t-shirts or shirts were, Style, due to the discomfort of the breast augmentation, the only thing he wore were sports bras, since they wanted their daughter to establish a close relationship with them, which was achieved skin to skin.

Bison was the one who was helping with things that they would need from outside, call them exaggerated but they did not want to go out with Dara when she was just days old and neither of them wanted to stop seeing Dara.

When their daughter was two months old she was already able to recognize her parents and smile at them. Style could definitely kill for his little girl, it was so gratifying to see how his little girl grew day by day.

They decided that Dara would sleep in a crib, which was next to their double bed. Their little daughter would wake up about four times a night demanding food and when Style gave it to her she would sleep peacefully.

Style couldn't believe the amount of milk that came out of her breast, it made him laugh a little, since he produced more milk than his daughter wanted and needed.

One day, when Style was feeding his daughter, Fadel watched them, moved, with his happy wolf.

—Haven't you ever wondered what milk tastes like? — Fadel murmured.

—In fact, I tried it, one day when Dara stimulated the breast when she wasn't feeding her, little milk came out, and it tastes strange, but sweet. — Style said, passing Dara to Fadel who carefully carried her holding her head.

Style, who still had his breasts uncovered, collected with his finger a few drops that had escaped from his nipple and put it in Fadel's mouth.

—Sweet, but she's still weird. — Fadel murmured with a slight grimace.

Kant and Bison got engaged on January 6th, Bison, who was wearing his ring, happily told them that it was a dream come true, he and Kant would join together on their honeymoon. Fadel, although it didn't seem like it, was happy for his brother, although his worried face gave it away.

—Kant will take care of your brother, if he doesn't, I'll cut off his penis myself. — Style murmured.

—I'm more worried about a pregnant Bison. — Fadel murmured while Dara smiled at him.

—Did I scare you when I was pregnant?

—No, you weren't really a danger walking like a duck around the house. — the dark-haired man laughed.

—Well, I hope you enjoyed it a lot because it won't happen again. —Style said entering the bathroom to take a shower.

While Fadel stayed talking to his daughter.

—Tell your mom; I want more brothers. —Fadel said in a shrill voice while he moved his daughter pretending he was talking, while Dara smiled happily without understanding anything.

—I can still hear you Fadel. —Style said from the bathroom.

Fadel's heat was strange, it was like that time when her boyfriend was pregnant, but now there was no sexual approach, her alpha became very alert to any danger no matter how small it seemed. Never, in any of the thousands of books they read did it mention this. Style's heat was cancelled because she was breastfeeding.

—Ma— her daughter stammered while she was sitting in her chair.

She had just turned six months old, so they had started complementary feeding, starting with apple puree, which she seemed to like this week.

—I'm coming, darling, let me serve mine. —Style said as he served himself a plate of food.

And although the omega knew that he wouldn't touch any of his food for a while, his life was based on routines, and the newly implemented routine was for Dara to eat in her chair but still at the dining table. Next to Fadel and Style eating as well.

—Maaaa —Dara murmured, gently waving her arms with a smile.

—I'm coming, I'm coming.

Today Fadel had to leave for work reasons, and he wouldn't arrive until six in the afternoon, and it was barely one o'clock. So Style decided that they would go see Kant and Bison, who were still organizing things for the wedding.

Style didn't drive there, he wanted to walk, before leaving home he adjusted the cloth baby carrier, minutes later he arrived at his friends' house, Dara was shaking in his chest, that always happened when he carried her in the baby carrier, Bison was the one who opened the door and smiled at him.

They had boxes and cardboard boxes with wedding things in the living room and entrance.

—I still hate wedding preparations. — Style said taking out his daughter who, as always, smiled at him and clapped softly. — Isn't it? Isn't it a drag, my love? — Style murmured in a shrill voice which caused his daughter to laugh out loud. — No, but it's real, there are many things to think about.

Bison smiled tiredly as he picked Dara up from his mother's arms.

—I know, I thought you were exaggerating because of your bad experience, but no, it really is exhausting, even though we have a wedding planner it is tiring. —Bison murmured before turning his gaze to the baby, doing anything to make her laugh.

—Are you really not planning on getting married? —Kant said.

—I don't think so, and if so, I don't think it will be in the near future. —Style murmured touching his union mark on his neck.

—And a brother for Dara? —Bison asked smiling.

—Maybe, in a year I'll think about having another one, for now I really want to enjoy his growth.

These months went by quickly, it seemed like yesterday when she woke up in the middle of the night for a craving that couldn't be fulfilled until the iHOP opened.

—Maaaa—her daughter shouted in a voice that threatened to end in tears.

—Oh come here my princess.—her shrill voice again, which she only directed at her daughter, and sometimes at Fadel when she wanted to be pampered.

Thank you, nursing clothes, Style thought as she watched her daughter eating.

—No, no, no, daddy, mommy, no, no, no, yes, umh, woow, mommy. —Dara said as she happily crawled around her room.

Over the months she had learned more words but she still used them all together, and most of the time she didn't understand what they meant, just "mommy" and "daddy." So she repeated the words while clapping, while she was about to take a bath, or when she saw one of her parents after not seeing them for a few hours.

At ten months Dara was already crawling easily, more than before, and now adding that she was already standing up with shaky legs, which lasted a few minutes before she sat down and tried again.

Today the parents would go out, not for long, they would leave Dara in charge of her godparents, Kant and Bison.

While Fadel adjusted the baby carrier correctly, Style carried her daughter's diaper with the necessary things.

When they arrived at the house, their baby began to wave at them without much coordination.

—Hello baby, how are you? —Kant said in a baby voice. Which began with non-stop babbling from their daughter who placidly accepted being in the arms of the alpha.

—Be careful, if something happens we will call you—Bison murmured as he said goodbye to them.

In fact, they only went out to eat, nothing special, Style simply thought it was funny to say. "If you want, take care of her, you know, as practice"

And Kant took it as a challenge.

It was an outing like before having Dara, they went to a new shopping center, bought some things for Dara. And then they had amazing sex in Style's new car.

—Remember that's how this whole thing with Dara started too. —Style murmured laughing as he put his boxers and shirt back on.

—I actually just remembered it. —Fadel pulled his omega by the hip. —You looked so good pregnant, really, since the third month you looked radiant, and when you started to show, I went crazy.

The alpha gasped as he remembered those moments.

—Calm your dick Fadel, we still have a little girl to take care of.

—I know, and I'm not asking you to get pregnant, just remembering that makes me feel horny. —Fadel moaned moving his still naked hips against Style's already dressed crotch.

—Ask me in a year and maybe I'll throw away the condoms again. —Style moaned again as he moved against his alpha.

They looked like teenagers, yes, but with a daughter who had just started sleeping alone in her own room, their moments together were precious.

When they picked up their daughter, she was sleeping peacefully in Bison's arms, who released his vanilla scent so that the baby would stay calm.

They quickly said goodbye to their fiancés and left for their house.

It was Dara's first year, who now walked around the house excitedly seeing the gifts that her uncles and grandfather had brought for her.

Dara was a very friendly and affectionate girl with her family members, it was not an extended family which allowed her to recognize them better. It was the adoration of everyone present in the room.

Now, in addition to "mom" and "dad", more words had been added and other words that could not yet be fully understood.

Months later, her daughter could crawl up the stairs. After many attempts where Dara was frustrated at not being able to do things alone, she began to understand that sometimes she needed help with some things. Style and Fadel were always attentive to their daughter, and managed to increase her vocabulary, as a result of reading her countless books, talking to her all day and pointing out the names of the objects around her.

She enjoys walks in the park and even more so when Fadel picks her up and spins her in the air. She liked to slide down the children's slides and make friends.

Kant and Bison recently got married. After a lot of stress about their wedding plans, they did it. It was a small event, with some of Kant's friends and partners from his tattoo studio.

Fadel cried a little when he saw his brother for the first time dressed in the white suit. They had decided on a Western wedding and in privacy they would have a traditional Thai wedding, so Fadel would be the one to walk his brother down the aisle.

Style also cried with happiness when he saw Kant crying hugging her now husband.

Months later, they were told of Bison's pregnancy.

Dara was two years and one month old when Bison and Kant's twins were born, Decha and Arthit, two smiling children born in January.

—Now you have two cousins ​​my love. —Style was talking to his daughter.

—A little brother? —Dara asked laughing.

—Mmm, maybe in a few years. —Style murmured, watching his alpha with amusement as he smiled widely at him.

Dara would start kindergarten in a few months, so they prepared her as best they could for that, explaining to her what was going to happen, what she was tentatively going to see, who would be there, and what time it would be.

His daughter accepted that idea very quickly, wanting to meet more children so she could play. Without a doubt, Style got the ease of making friends from her mother, since Style made friends very quickly everywhere he went.

But when the day came, Dara didn't want to go.

—You're going to be alone, mommy. —Dara cried

—No, my love, you know that your dad will be here, like he always does. —Style said, pulling his daughter into a hug.

—Yes, darling, you know that I'll always be there for your mommy.

—And if you have to go? Mommy, who will she stay with? —Her nose began to move, indicating that she would soon cry.

—I'll go with your dad, so he doesn't get lost and I won't be alone. —Style said, releasing pheromones to calm his daughter.

—Good. —Dara separated herself. —Dad, don't leave mommy alone.

Her daughter was always like that, she always worried more about her mother than herself, the omega had stressed to her that everything would be fine but she still didn't stop worrying.

Dara really liked her school, where she made friends with a boy, Dao, they became friends because their names meant the same thing, star.

He was a very anxious boy, he was always looking after Dara, who looked like a whirlwind as she ran here and there.

In the secret of their room, Fadel and Style knew that it was not good to "pair" their daughter with another boy or girl. But they laughed when Dao saw home and how Fadel had been in the past, he snorted when Dara was not still.

Dara was the one who always insisted on playing tag in the large game room he had or in the garden, Dao ran after Dara making sure she didn't fall.

Now Dara was in her second year of kindergarten, four years old and with more energy than ever.

Style and Fadel had begun to leave condoms and pills aside, without much hope of getting pregnant in the first months, without the opportunity to have sex day and night like when they wanted to conceive Dara, having a girl running, talking and playing all the time.

It was when Fadel and Style's heat synchronized, they got Jay, Dara's grandfather, to take care of her.

They felt like they hadn't felt in a long time, this heat lasted four days for both of them but was intense like the first.

With a four-year-old girl running around Style didn't even remember that he was trying to get pregnant, it was when the fish, which had disgusted him since he got pregnant five years ago, his mouth began to water just thinking about it, and he finally connected the dots, he took a pharmacy test which told him that he was six weeks, a month and a half.

Fadel was bouncing with joy, the hard part was telling Dara.

It wasn't hard, in fact he was excited to have a brother to play with, he told Dao who was happy and expressed his happiness to Style with a drawing of the family.

—Thank you Dao, I appreciate that you're happy for me too.

—Dara seems very happy. — he shrugged his shoulders as he walked behind Dara.

It was harder than Dara's pregnancy, this baby was giving her all the existing symptoms at the same time. Style wanted to have a break but with his daughter even more attached to him it was difficult, now his idea of ​​taking care of his mother had become stronger, although there was no real danger —don't ever tell her about her father's past— more than annoyances and rude mothers in Dara's group. Her daughter was always on alert, and had forced Dao to do the same.

It was a boy, her little son growing in her belly. Akin, her son who was six months in her womb, was named by Dara when she found a book of names, which her parents bought years ago, her daughter thought it was cute that she was a star and her brother was the shiny neck.

Style was 36 years old, Dara was eight, and Akin was three and a half years old, Fadel and Style celebrated their wedding, a traditional Thai wedding, so there were people closer to the couple, like their children, Style's father, Kant and Bison along with Decha and Arthit who were very protective of Dara.

What started with a stupid bet turned into two beautiful children, a cat and a quiet wedding with their other loved ones.