The Alpha And The Omega 3

Chapter 36

(A/N)

Soooo DOUBLE for all the birthdays today, and (if you're in this part of the world) Superbowl Sunday!!

P.S. Currently sitting on the ground of my living room with a bunch of people, waiting for Queen B to perform at halftime xD

ANYWAYYYYYYY Double in a few :* Happy birthday again, to those

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Scott was now laying beside Mitch, one arm behind his head, and the other gripping Mitch's hip bone to hold Mitch's body against his own.

Mitch was watching the television that was on, attached to the wall in front of him.

Scott however, as always, found Mitch more captivating. Scott's eyes were closed as he pressed his nose into Mitch's neck, enjoying how happy he smelled.

Mitch reached up and placed his hand on top of Scott's, and slid their hands down to his stomach. "Hey... Are you asleep?"

"No." Scott answered quickly, but very quietly.

"I don't really feel sick anymore."

"Are you sure? You're not just saying that to get me to leave you alone?"

"No, I swear. I don't ever want you to leave me alone. I thought that was obvious because of how clingy I am." He giggled a little, looking down at their hands on his stomach.

"You're not clingy. Just... You require attention sometimes. Which is perfectly fine, because then I can keep an eye on you." Scott gave Mitch a quick squeeze around his midsection. "I can be sure you're safe."

Mitch turned just enough to lay on his back, so he could meet Scott's eyes. "You... I love you."

"I love you too."

"No, I... I really love you. Please, can we please get married? Please?"

"Whenever you want, baby. Maybe if we can get Kevin's help, we could have it planned in a few months. Sound fair?"

"Yes. Thank you. I just..." Mitch turned over again, hiding his face in Scott's chest. "I just want to be yours."

Scott kissed Mitch's head. "You are mine, baby. You're all mine. You have my heart, my soul... And as far as physical things, you have my ring, my Mark, my clothes whenever you want them. Which is always."

Mitch giggled and brought his left hand up to stare at his ring. "I know. And... I want to call your dad and tell him I'm a 'Hoying'."

Scott thought about how rude his father had been to his Omega, and hoped that Mitch telling him that would make him feel better about what had happened. "Okay. If you want."

"Mitch Hoying... I like it a lot. Mitch Grassi-Hoying... I like that too. Which one?"

"It's up to you, angel."

"I like Grassi-Hoying. Is it okay if I keep my own name?"

"Of course it is."

"But... Kirstie didn't."

"Kirstie and Avi are very different from us, baby. It took me a while to figure that out, but you have to realize it too."

Mitch took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "But... They fight a lot less than we do. She is so good to him, and he is good right back."

"I don't care. We fight, but we always find our way back to each other. Don't we?"

"Yes, Sir." Mitch whispered back.