FIVE POSSIBLE FATHER'S?!!(mpreg)

no.45

Myles

Around 5:25 I was cooking dinner when another pain came. Backing up from the stove as I took a seat at the kitchen table I held my belly. Unlike the first cramp this one was on going it felt like hours. I have to make sure that food doesn't burn. I think still trying to stabilize myself from the pain as I stood making my way back to the stove. To finish mixing the carne and potatoes. This can't be a contraction can it? Should I time it to see? I took over the stove breaking in and out like before as I mix. I lower the heat on the stove hopping that will make everything a little more bearable. As I stood through a cramp mixing dinner. Adrian walks in immediately freaking out as he sees my sweaty forehead. And distressed breathing.

"I'll cook go sit." He says guiding my shoulders to go to the table. Feeling him and his alpha there made the pain a little more bearable as he sat me down.

"Wait." I say grabbing his arm before he goes to the stove. "I love you daddy." I say smiling shyly as he bites his lip. Making me giggle as he leans down to kiss my lips.

"I love you too baby." He says against my lips giving me another kiss before he goes to mixing the pot.

Adrian

I finished the meat and potatoes putting them inside already fried tortillas. Myles made them for tacos all I had to do was spread the shell so I can put the meat in. He was really a good cook. He insisted on helping cook so right now he was cutting up lettuce, tomatoes and jalapenos. Andrés chilled with us holding my pants leg as I stuffed the taco's. He tugged a little bit getting my attention as I looked down at him.

"Umm me have taco please?" He asked me shyly swaying a little nervously. I nod but get cut off by Myles.

"No you wait like everyone else. Even Adrian is waiting and he cooked." Myles says from the table making Andrés huff adorably. He scoots closer to me. Amusing me how he tried to be as fair as possible from Myles after rejecting him from food.

"Mys is toe mean." He huffs lowly to me. I chuckle nodding as I look back at Myles glaring at me. He totally heard that.

"I am not you little fat boy." Myles protest.

"He just call me fat." Andrés says cutely looking up at me. He did have a point. I hear Myles tsk turning my head to look back at the omega. As I laugh a bit. He rolled his eyes but smiled once we made eye contact.

"So what he is?" He defends probably thinking I was judging him. Mean ass.

"You see he mean." I look back down at the toddler nodding.

"Whatever y'all are just cry baby's." Myles says as ruthless as ever. Him sticking his tongue out at his 3 year old brother.

"Myles mom's calling!" Milo yells running into the kitchen.

"Gimme." Myles says reaching for his phone he let Milo play on. The kids weren't allowed phones yet. Which of course they're 9 but nowadays it's weird to not have a phone. He puts it on speaker as he blends some tomatoes, jalapenos, and cooked onions. "Hi mommy!" He yells cutely.

"Hi love I'm sorry you guys had to cook. I'm taking grandpa to another appointment I forgot I scheduled in a whole different surgery center." He nods.

"Mom it's okay we got it." He reassures. "You act like we can't handle the kids." He scoffed pushing the button again.

"I'm just saying since you're pregnant and all. I don't want to over work you and Adrian." He nod along with his mother's reply.