Bad Batch's Omega

Epilogue

You walked down the stairs of the farm, a smile on your face. You were seven months pregnant, and watched as the three small children ran ahead of you to meet the ship.

You were on your fourth pup, but the other kids didn't realize that. They just knew they loved their mom and their fathers.

Wrecker picked the kids up, smiling wide at them. Omega was older now, her body now having gone through its third cycle of heat.

Hunter walked over and gently kissed you, rubbing his hand on your stomach.

Cid had worked a deal with the pack, making it worth their time to leave the farm. And then, the republic fell, and everything clicked into place.

"How's our omega?" Hunter asked, smiling down at you.

"Tired. Running a farm and growing a baby is lots of work."

"Boys," Hunter said, looking at the three smiling children hanging off Wrecker's arm. "Will you help your mom set the dinner table?"

"Of course!" One said, jumping down, nearly falling on his face. His two brothers, one with silver hair and the other with glasses, followed him into the house.

"So, any news on the baby?" Omega asked, smiling at your stomach.

"Babies." I said. I could see the delight in Hunter's face.

"Twins." He whispered with glee.

Their dream really had come true.