The Omega's Price

Chapter 27: A Dinner to Remember

Eat. Barely sleep. Take care of babies. Repeat.

The next month passed by in this routine and Gulf was exhausted.

His eyes opened to bright sunshine, and he blinked, the light piercing his eyes as he moaned. Mew was next to him on the floor of the nursery, huge blankets covering the mat that they rested on. Their babies were settled in the large space between them, all sleeping peacefully as if they hadn't kept their fathers up most of the night while they took turns crying and screaming. Gulf's temper was on a short leash these days with the lack of sleep. Mew stirred and Gulf glanced at him, the spit-up stains on his t-shirt and bags under his eyes and Gulf scowled. He loved his mate, he really did. But lately Mew was hovering over him and he kind of wanted to murder him some days.

Gulf's back protested as he moved around and sat up, stomach growling in hunger and his head pounding with the beginnings of a migraine.

"Morning kosdyr" Mew said hoarsely, eyes still closed to the world. Gulf grunted at him in response.

Ayven's eyes opened, and Gulf groaned inwardly as he watched his monkey's chin wobble.

A short warning cry preceded a piercing wail and Gulf winced as his head throbbed with the sharp noise.

"Mew, your turn" Gulf stated as he stood up from the floor, joints popping with the action.

Mew groaned, "he wants you to hold him Gulf."

"And I want you to hold him so I can go get something to fucking eat" Gulf snapped.

Mew cracked one eye open, gazed up at him, and said nothing as Gulf stormed from the room. His steps slowed as he dragged himself down the stairs and he sighed running a hand over his face. He was pretty sure Mew was going to un-mate him at this point. Moving towards the kitchen he rifled through the medicine cabinet and popped two pain relievers in his mouth before setting about making some eggs and bacon. Grease hissed in the pan as the smell of bacon filtered through the room and he fixed breakfast as fast as he could. Knowing his little monkey, he had woken up his brothers and sisters.

He fixed himself and his mate a steaming plate before trudging back up the stairs and slowed as he neared the doorway. Ayven was surprisingly quiet and Gulf tip toed in the room, curious as to how Mew got him to stop crying.

Mew was lying down with Ayven next to him, his hand rubbing against their baby's tummy as he sang softly to him. All the anger and frustration melted away as he watched his mate sing Ayven to sleep.

He maneuvered around all the sleeping babies and handed a plate to Mew, "sorry" he apologized, and Mew laughed at him.

"It's ok babais."

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

Mew pecked him quickly on the lips before tucking into his breakfast, "Gulf, we're raising four newborn babies. It's okay to be snappy."

Gulf chewed on his lip before taking a few bites of his own meal, "I know, but I've been so moody lately and taking it all out on you."

Mew scooted closer to him and entangled their fingers together, "we're cooped in a house together, of course you're going to take it all out on me" Mew chuckled with good humor, "but at the end of the day you're the love of my life and this phase will pass. So, stop apologizing and eat. You've lost too much weight recently."

Gulf grinned as feelings of love wrapped around him and lifted his mood, "I would eat but someone is kind of holding my hand hostage..."

Mew's eyes twinkled as he chuckled, kissing the back of Gulf's hand before letting him go and resuming his meal.