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Pop's pups (Part 17)

Ace hadn't noticed that Marco had left and went to talk to their Pops and wasn't aware of anything until the next day, towards lunch Marco had gotten up and pulled the giant chair they kept in the infirmary to next to the bed.

"Mar?"

"Pops is visiting-yoi."

Ace blinked and blinked again, "what? But- I thought- your Alpha is angry-." A smell of distress flooded the room, "you'll attack h-"

Quickly Marco was to his side and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "I won't."

"B-but-"

"I promise Omega. I won't attack him. I talked to him last night and I didn't attack him."

"You- you talked? When?" Distress was replaced by confusion.

"After you fell asleep." Marco spoke as he sat at the edge of the bed, stroking a freckled cheek, "I went to his room to tell him that I am the papa."

Seeing the confusion still there Marco raised the hand and kissed it before moving just enough so he could switch from the cheek to the big bump, "I told Pops that I am his papa, not him. But, I told him that he can be grandpa and that he can visit after lunch."

"You-" Ace's eyes got moist as he smiled, "You r-really asked him to be g-grandpa? W-what did he say?"

"..."

"M-Marco?"

"... I ehm..." To his shame he did blush a little, "I may have... more like demanded he be grandpa-yoi."

"Alpha!" Ace slapped his leg.

"Sorry, but I assure you, knowing Pops." Which he hoped he could still rely on how his pops was before all this, "He's ecstatic and he was happy to come visit. But..." Marco looked to Ace, "Please don't let him touch your bump. Atleast not if I'm here. I'll do my best to not growl at him and definitely not attack him. But if he touches you, our pup. I don't know if I can control myself."

Smiling the omega nodded, "I understand. I'm just happy you've made up! Kind off." He added with a giggle.

Nodding Marco leaned in to give a small kiss before he went back to pull the chair closer, putting it next to the bed before pushing it a bit more away. And closer. And away. And closer. Going to the other side of the bed and sitting in his own chair, looking at the huge one for a minute before going over to move it and repeat.

"... What are you doing?"

"It needs to be in a good position-yoi."

Ace had no idea what that meant... but he let his alpha continue to find this perfect spot while he patted his bump. "Your papa is a weird one. But I love him anyway."

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POV Pops

"More."

"Pops," Thatch looked to the giant, "I already put-"

"More chocolate."

The chef rubbed his head, "Pops, you can't even see the pickles anymore." And pointed to a bowl that looked to only be filled with brown liquid and bars.

"Then add more pickles too."

Even if he groaned, he took a few more pickles and stuck them in. Literally whole pickles before drizzling them in more chocolate.