Omega Virus

Nursery Revamp

   Saturday morning the Professor wakes up alone in bed. He worries Y's morning sickness has returned and he hurries into the bathroom, but it's empty. He sighs in relief, scratching his head. He uses the restroom and washes his hands, stretching and yawning. He grins at his reflection, seeing kiss marks and bites on his neck and shoulders. They've definitely enjoyed the past few days together.

   He pulls on a pair of sweats, not even bothering with underwear and wanders into the hallway. He hears voices downstairs and begins heading down, wondering who could be here at this hour.  He picks up his pace, hearing return instructions for anything unopened.

"Baby! Don't you dare lift those paint cans!" Professor X scolds, Y turning to give him a raised brow. A delivery man is hauling cans inside, placing them just inside the door. "Oh. Thank you."

"No problem. My Uncle's an omega too." The delivery man says, grinning at Y. "He had my little cousin last year." He turns to Y, having placed the last of the items inside. "You remember, you weren't built for this. Don't try being tough just because you're a man. Let him do the heavy lifting, for now." He gives a wink and turns to leave.

"Thank you!" Y calls, turning to chuckle at the Professor's pouty grin. "You really think I'm going to risk Zi? My masculinity isn't that fragile." He smiles, rubbing his stomach. "She's much more important."

"I'm sorry baby. I'm just worried. About both of you." Professor X crosses to him, holding him close. He feels an odd movement against his stomach and looks down. Y's baby bump is pressed against his stomach and he can feel Zi moving inside his husband's stomach. "Hmm, she's active today. Must be excited about painting her room." They both laugh, a ripple of movement felt from Zi.

"I can't wait to get started!" Y smiles, kissing the Professor softly.

"Breakfast first." Professor X says sternly. "You and Zi both need to have breakfast baby. Anything special you want?"

"Mm, a fried egg and turkey bacon sandwich!" Y says, licking his lips and laughing.

"Coming right up." Professor X heads into the kitchen, grinning as Y takes a seat at the island to watch him. "So, that giant tube that came yesterday? That's really something for her wall?"

"Ah! It's a special order, for our Princess." Y says, a soft look crossing his face as he rubs his stomach. He stretches his back and twists his waist, groaning softly. "Ugh, pregnancy is hell on a person's back." He frowns, the Professor giving him a pout over his shoulder.

"After we finish painting, I'll give you a massage baby." Professor X promises, making a humming sound. "We received some oils from your fans. I'll make sure they're safe for pregnancy and you can take a nice warm bath. That should help a bit baby."

"Sounds good. I look forward to it." Y smiles, watching the Professor's ass sway as he moves slightly at the stove.

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   After breakfast, the Professor begins to carry everything upstairs and Y cleans the kitchen. Y has cleaned the stove and he's just putting a clean hand towel on the oven handle, when he feels a breath on his neck.

"Ready baby?" Professor X asks, kissing Y's neck.

"Mn, I'm ready babe. But aren't we going to paint the nursery first?" Y teases, turning to smirk at the Professor. "Hey!" He laughs, swept up into the Professor's arms. "Babe, don't! I'm heavy now. You could throw out your back carrying us upstairs." He pouts, wiggling slightly to be released.

"Hold still baby, or else you might fall." Professor X warns, nipping at the side of Y's neck as he heads upstairs. "So, any idea what we'll need to do first? They recommended this blue tape as a must, but I don't know why." He says, entering the nursery and finally putting Y on his feet.