Sweet Dreams - Book 3

Nine

"P'Mew kaaaab.....Mew kaaaab..."

The voice filtered into Mew's dream, dragging him needily out of slumber, at far too early an hour.

Rubbing his eyes, the alpha frowned towards the other side of the bed - sheets crumpled, but cold and empty.

"P'Mew kaaaab" - that voice again, drifting from the living area.

Shaking his head, a deep chuckle resounding from his chest - 'What now, omega?' in his mind - the elder man rose wearily to his feet and stepped into the hallway in seek of its owner.

And there he was: Gulf, seated on the sofa, long legs crossed, a large bowl resting on his lap.

"Are you sick again, tua-aeng?" - Mew's tone was warm, as he stretched into a wide yawn, approaching his faen.

Yet as he drew closer he saw that the bowl was not the 'sick bowl' he had presumed it to be...

"Aow! Is that...?"

"Frozen peas. Aroi! You want some alpha?"

"Gulf!", Mew's eyes were crescents as his face creased in doting amusement. "What is this baby doing to you? First you ate three entire watermelons in one day, then you bought half a fridge's worth of carbonated water at the store, and...now you're snacking on frozen peas at four o'clock in the morning?"

The omega pouted exaggeratedly at his mate - never liking to be teased - but pulled him down by his arm, to sit alongside him on the sofa anyway.

Snuggling to rest his head against Mew's shoulder, Gulf reflected:

"I only crave cold things, wet things, right? Do you think the baby is a water soul?" - and as he talked, his hand went unconsciously to stroke gently at his own stomach, the alpha's then coming to rest atop it, and they caressed the growing bump together - still so tiny, just a little round rise really, but growing every day at three months pregnant.

"If it's a girl she should be 'Nahm', for water. And for a boy...'Ice'", Mew's voice was soft, dreamy.

Gulf considered the options across quiet, comfortable moments, before...

"Nahm is good. She would be serene, tranquil, deep and still like a lake-"

"-Or wild and powerful like a stormy sea", Mew interjected.

"No, Phi" Gulf shook his head, eyes twinkling. "Our baby is powerful, yes, but calm. So calm. I can feel it"

"The water to our fire. A perfect puzzle piece", the elder man smiled, lacing his fingers between the other's, where his hand rested - so close to their little one.

Silence in the room once more. Glowing contentment. Until, after many minutes...

"Tua-aeng, why were you calling me? Did you need something?"

"Bao. I just...missed you", Gulf blushed even as he scowled.

And Mew drew his lover's face to his in spontaneous movement, to kiss his plump lips lovingly - cherishing his own hoarded treasure, those rare and precious jewels.

"I'm here my Guppie. I'm always here".

Then he helped himself to a handful of frozen peas, and settled down to eat, together.