To Build a Home

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This is a place where I don't feel alone.
This is a place where I feel at home.

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It was late summer, and the afternoon sun pierced the window of the bright corridor in which the commander and his older brother waited anxiously for a nurse or doctor, or anyone, to come to inform them of Sano Takemichi's condition.

"You're growling," came the dull voice of his brother, Izana.

Eyes narrowing – full of worry and fear and anxiety and more worry – midnight black eyes threatening to turn red at any moment, Mikey turns to his irritating big brother – for god's sake, why couldn't Shinichiro have come instead – with his ill-disguised emotions bubbling on the surface.

He says nothing to Izana, who's seated in those horrible and rough-plastic chairs that could only belong in hideously decorated hospital waiting rooms as he continues to pace again.

"Emma said he'd be fine Mikey. Takemitchy said he'd be fine. Having contractions this early is very common with omega's who are carrying twins. It's nothing to worry about, and he's in the most capable hands."

"Did she tell you that too?" Mikey snaps, halting a foot away to scrutinize Izana intently.

Izana rolls his orchid hues and leans back into the hard chair. He focuses on his phone then, sending out a few quick messages to the pack that their commander's omega may be about to give birth.

Kakucho is just as excited as Emma at having children within the pack. It's adorable, and Izana can't help the thoughts that swirl in his mind every time Kakucho comes home with another tiny article of clothing for when the babies are born.

Letting out a sigh, Izana tries in vain to calm the younger alpha down, "Yes, she did. As did the doctors currently taking care of Takemitchy. You're just being your usual self. Takemitchy gets so much as a paper cut and you're all over him." Izana replies, looking up at Mikey. He regrets it immediately when he sees the look that the younger man is sending him.

"If you're talking about that one time you walked in on us, he really did need a band-aid– "

"No! Geez, I do not want to hear about your sex life, Mikey." Izana cuts him off flustered. "God knows we've all heard and seen enough to know, hence Takemitchy about to pop your pups out." He grumbles under his breath.

Mikey of course catches it with his enhanced hearing, but sure enough squabbling with Izana and his attempts to calm him, have settled his nerves some. He knows logically that Takemichi is fine and healthy. His due date wasn't for another two weeks, so it's not as though the twins are terribly premature, but he can't help worrying.

Mikey releases a breath, focusing back on the present and their surroundings. He also takes comfort from a familiar packmate being near, enough so that their inner alphas don't even try to spar like usual. Instead, it's tempered to snarking and huffing – an improvement, Takemitchy would say.

But he can't help the urge to be near his mate and his pups. The itch underneath his skin screaming at him to go seek them out. But he refrains, barely.

He instead focuses on sending love and warmth and comfort through their bond. Smiling slightly when he felt a small, warm tingle in his chest as his mate sends his own love and support back.

And then, finally, after an hour and a half, a nurse comes to tell them the news.

"Sano-san," she refers to the blonde alpha pacing the length of the corridor.