Omega Virus

A Wedding?

   Y got a call that the GMA crew have landed and will arrive within the hour. He's puttering nervously around the kitchen. He removes a bunt cake from the oven and places it on a cooling rack.

"Baby, you look so sexy." Professor X says, watching Y flinch at his words, his back to him. "Baby?"

"Do you, really think so? You're not, turned off by me?" Y asks, looking down at his stomach and frowning.

"Are you insane?" Professor X asks, rounding the counter to turn Y to face him. His strong omega is looking sad and avoiding eye contact. "Y, baby." He cups Y's face in his hands, softly kissing his lips. "You've always got me turned on. You're gorgeous, don't you know that?"

"I'm, changing." Y says, burying his face in the Professor's neck. "My chest is swollen, my nipples are darker, my stomach is getting bigger all the time, and I swear my ass has gained weight too."

"I find each of those changes, beautiful." Professor X says, Y pouting slightly as he glances up. "Your chest fits better in my hands now, those darker nipples look like delicious chocolate drops, your ass? Mmm, it's a bit fuller and I find it so sexy. But most importantly, this." He rubs Y's stomach. "This is something to celebrate, not be avoided or annoyed by. This, is proof of our love. Our daughter is growing in there. You have no idea how seeing this bump makes me feel." He kisses Y, feeling him tremble slightly. "I did this to you, first of all." He wiggles his brows, Y giggling. "I feel virile and manly. Mostly, I feel so much love. The man I love, is carrying my child. How could that possibly be anything but absolutely beautiful?" Y's bottom lip quivers, a smile spreading on his face. "You know, I was going to wait. But if you're this upset about your figure, maybe I shouldn't." He releases Y, hurrying upstairs.

   Y stands confused for a moment, but makes a picture of tea and drizzles a glaze over the cooling cake. The Professor returns, nervously clearing his throat. Y turns, gasping as the Professor drops to one knee holding a ring box.

"Y, baby, I love you. I definitely want to spend the rest of my life with by my side." Professor X opens the box, swallowing hard. Inside, a thick gold band with a diamond in its center. "Marry me? Be my husband, my other half."

"Mn!" Y just nods, trying not to cry as the Professor slips the ring onto his finger. He falls into the Professor's embrace, caught between tears and laughter. "I love you too. I love you so much! This, this is hormones. I'm not usually this, sentimental and tender hearted."

"Mn, I know baby." Professor X says, holding him close. "We can have a small courthouse wedding within the next month and then I'll give you the biggest, most lavish wedding ever after Zi is born. I'll give you anything you want."

"Anything?" Y asks, sitting on the Professor's lap on the floor.

"Anything. Is there something you want?" Professor X asks, Y smiling and nodding.

"Give me, your last name." Y smiles, the Professor's smile nearly blinding him. "I can't have a different last name than you and Zi. That's what I want. I don't need a fancy wedding. I just need you. I need you to be mine."

"Oh, I am yours baby. I have been since the moment I saw you." Professor X admits, both men groaning as the doorbell sounds.

"Oh no. Are my eyes puffy?" Y asks, standing on wobbly legs.

"No baby. You look perfect." Professor X smiles, standing and brushing off Y's ass.

"Did I get something on me?" Y asks, trying to see his own ass as he heads for the door.

"No, I just wanted an excuse to cop a feel." Professor X grins, kissing his cheek.

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