The Omega's Price

Chapter 7: A Father

"Unngh... hmmm? What's wrong?" Gulf asked sleepily as he fought to open his eyes and wake up completely.

"Gulf" Mew began a note of panic still in his voice, "What is that?"

Gulf looked down at himself, his half-asleep brain trying to decipher the code of Mew's fully awake words. His body was exposed, the sleep shirt he had worn to sleep had ridden up and his stomach was on display, the subtle rounding of his belly looked more defined than the day before.

His head whipped around to Mew, taking in his widened eyes and pale face.

"Its not what it looks like, I'm just bloated" Gulf tried out the excuse hoping Mew would just drop it.

No such luck.

"Gulf that is not bloating" his gaze flickered over to Gulf, "are you pregnant?"

"N-No" Gulf stuttered.

"Gulf... is that my baby?" Mew questioned sounding dazed.

Gulf sighed and pulled his shirt down before turning back over on his side, "what time is it?"

"That's my baby."

"The least you could have done is wait until morning to have this panic attack."

"That's my baby" Mew repeated like a mantra.

"Could you keep it down. Some of us need sleep for a full day of work."

"That's my baby."

Gulf let out an exaggerated sigh and tried to shut his eyes, but it wasn't long before a palm pushed on his arm until he was lying flat on his back, Mew hovering over him.

"I'm going to be a father?" Mew asked, his voice choking up.

Gulf couldn't deny the emotions filling Mew's eyes, the brown depths glazed with water.

"Yes, its yours."

Mew sobbed as his hands drifted down Gulf's body, stirring up desire as he made his way further and further. Mew's fingers clenched the hem of his shirt before pulling it up slowly, eyes laser focused on his abdomen. A feather light caress pressed against his belly before his head bent down brushing a sweet kiss to his skin. His stomach tingled in pleasure and his eyes traced Mew's side profile as lips drifted across his stomach.

"I'm going to be a father", Mew whispered against his flesh a deep inhale gusting against him gently.

The passion behind the words had Gulf's own eyes welling up as his fingers slid into Mew's hair carding through the strands. His heart raced in fear. How could he bring this baby into a family such as his? But how could he take a baby away from Mew when he felt this strongly? His heart battled with the decision. What was he supposed to do?

"He likes it" Gulf murmured.

"Hmm?" Mew looked up and they peered at each other, Gulf on the cusp of a huge decision.

"The baby, he likes your voice."

"How do you know?"

Gulf chuckled, "I get this tingling sensation every time you're near my stomach and speak."

"No, I meant how do you know it's a boy?"

Gulf pondered the question as one of his hands left Mew's hair and pressed against his tummy, "I don't know. It just feels right."

Mew pressed one last kiss before scooting up and folding Gulf back in his embrace his hand retaining its spot against their baby. The comfort of the warmth pressed against him had him sighing in pleasure.