Touch Of Dawn

Pills are best swallowed with Tears (6/7)

Part 6

The following week was hell. Eddy had gone back to work since Brett had the Nannies so he didn't need any extra hands and healed slowly. The children were literal angels when they learned of the injury their dad had suffered - they only knew it was a very sensitive injury and he couldn't lift and twirl them like usual - so everything was more or less fine. Except that peeing hurt like hell for Brett the first day. But as the doc said, it was better the next day and he wasn't having any additional troubles with his injury. The lost sex drive reminded Brett of his time when he took the pills to not overwhelm Eddy in the beginning of their mating. This time they talked about it though and it was on a doctor's order not because Brett was being a considerate mate.

Brett was laying in bed - it was 10pm right now - and Eddy came out of the shower. He put the book he had been reading on the nightstand and smiled at his sullen mate.

"Don't look like this. Only three more weeks before I can make you a very happy omega again."

Yeah, not having sex wasn't a really big issue - since Eddy was also very understanding; he had no other choice anyway - but it wasn't really helping their endeavor 'Third Child'. Eddy was still not pregnant - or so Brett assumed since Eddy didn't take another pregnancy test - and it weighed their mood down. Not by a lot, but it was definitely noticeable.

The alpha, true to his words, made an appointment with a clinic and talked to them - since he was home he had enough time on his hands to do so - and they advised to come after he was healed up. The date of the appointment was already booked and paid for and Brett couldn't be happier the day he sent them his money. Even if Eddy wasn't getting pregnant by normal means, he would be in no time with a team of expert professionals. The best in Australia. They had to make the belly of his omega nice and round.

Brett smiled gently at Eddy as he raised his arms to signal the omega he wanted cuddles.

The stitches were already removed and the doc said it was okay, but he still had to be very careful. The tissue was still soft and needed time to heal. So Brett was still on anti-viagra like he joked. So cuddling was all fine and dandy and nothing would happen in the alpha's lower region.

"I love you, okay?" He whispered into Eddy's ear as the omega sank next to him - sighing long and hard as he made his way to Brett - seeking warmth and comfort in the alpha's arms. Once he got to the bed he flopped down face first then rolled onto his alpha.

Eddy had waddled over all sad like, "I love you too Brett."

Brett pressed a few kisses onto Eddy's forehead and fluffy hair and rubbed over the back, "I know. I know, love. What happened today? You are more down than usual. Were the fucker-ups bitches to you?"

The alpha changed from 'higher-ups' to 'fucker-ups' since it was more than evident that they were just that - fuckers.

"No they didn't really say anything to me," Eddy murmured, hiding his face in Brett's chest. He didn't really know what to say, what could he say? It just sucked worse today. It was hard to put into words.

"Bad day then? It's okay, love. I'm here to hug and comfort you," Brett pressed more kisses on his dejected, sad and a bad day having omega. Some days were just shit and they both hoped it would just go away. It was their hope. And mostly, it was like that. Just one shitty day and the next was better.

"I can't fuck you but if you want I can satisfy you with the fleshlight and vibrator? I would not mind, honestly."

Sometimes Eddy just needed to let off steam and usually they would fuck but sadly that wasn't possible right now. Brett would never forbid Eddy sexual release though. Instead, he would help the omega to the best of his abilities.