The Stray Omega

Drama

"Is it okay to have alcohol on this medicine?" Mitch asked, taking the eggnog and unknown alcohol mixture from Scott.

"I'm pretty sure it is. The worst it'll do it just make you nauseous." Scott said. "You don't have to drink it if you don't want to." 

"No, I'll take it and just suffer the consequences," Mitch said, turning back to the living room and making sure the electronic fireplace was still on and pouring heat into the room. Noah was sleeping in his bassinet, the tinest of smiles on his face. 

Mitch felt Scott's presence behind him but he didn't stand up straight from organizing the coffee table until the Alpha whistled. Mitch turned around and grinned when he saw Scott holding up a plastic mistletoe. 

"You do this every year. You're so cheesy." Mitch rolled his eyes but stepped forward, pressing his hands to Scott's chest. 

"You know you love it every year." Scott lowered his hand and bent over, pressing his lips to Mitch's and holding onto the kiss for as long as he could. 

"I can't lie and say I don't. When are the others getting here?" Mitch asked, turning back to make sure the table was still organized before grabbing his drink and following Scott back to the kitchen. 

Scott checked his phone. "Uh... Maybe ten minutes? Fifteen max. You know how the traffic is." 

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"Support his head, Shane," Ryland said gently, setting Noah in his Alpha's arms. 

"I know what I'm doing! I hold Cheeto like this all the time!" Shane defended, Ryland rolling his eyes before turning to Mitch. 

"So, why didn't you guys get a tree in here?" 

Mitch pulled himself from Scott's side and turned his boy to face Ryland. "It was too much stress to find a good tree and we didn't want to deal with the babies pulling at the ornaments. We'll get one next year though." Ryland nodded, whipping back around when Noah started to cry then a stench filled the room.

"I didn't do it!" Shane said quickly, handing Noah to Scott who came around the couch to take him. 

Ryland rolled his eyes again then leaned into Shane's side. Mitch stood up and followed Scott to the guest room. 

"Do you think having everyone here is a bit overwhelming?" Mitch asked, shutting the door behind him. He heard a loud laugh come from the kitchen and he sighed heavily. 

"Not to me. Is something wrong?" Scott asked as he laid the crying baby on the bed and started to change his diaper. 

"I'm a bit worried for Noah. I don't think he likes being held by everyone especially since he's only been alive for a few weeks." Mitch sat down beside Noah and cooed at him to calm him down. 

Scott tossed the dirty diaper into the trashcan by the door then buttoned Noah's onesie back up. He picked up the baby and paced around the room until he stopped crying. 

"If you're really worried I can just... Tell everyone to leave? I don't want to sound like an asshole." 

"No, it's fine. Do you think I could leave though? Like, go upstairs with Noah so he's not around everybody?" 

"It's Christmas Eve, love. I want you to be down here with us." Scott sat down and Mitch took Noah. "Let me just go talk to everyone, alright? I'll be back." Scott kissed Mitch's cheek then made sure Noah was calm before leaving. 

Mitch looked down at Noah who was still whimpering and kicking his feet in the air. He hated to separate himself and the baby from everyone but at the same time, he knew it was the right thing to do.

When Scott came back in, Noah had given himself a headache and fell right asleep in Mitch's arms. "Everyone wants to play White Elephant then they're willing to leave right after. You in?" Scott asked, walking over and taking Noah. 

"Yeah. Can you put him in the bassinet upstairs and bring the baby monitor down?" Scott nodded, patting Noah's bottom as he headed out of the room. Mitch stood up, dusting off his red tights and turning around to the face the mirror. He pulled back his shirt to see how much of the baby weight he had lost. He then let go of his shirt and walked out of the room. 

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"Like your gift?" Scott asked as he and Mitch cleaned up the wrapping paper in the living room. 

"It's alright... A dress I won't be able to wear until it stops being cold." Mitch huffed, tightening the trash bag in his hands and tying the strings into a knot.

"You okay?" Scott asked, scooping the red cups into his trash bag. 

"I'm alright... Just tired." Mitch took his bag to the kitchen, setting the bag by the trash cans. He washed his hands and turned to leave, almost rolling his eyes when Scott was blocking the entrance. "Scott..." 

"Love, look at me," Scott said, lifting Mitch's chin up. He stared at him calmly and turned his head to let Mitch's head rest in his palm. "What's wrong?" Mitch shut his eyes, leaning his head into Scott's hand and kissing it. 

"Just hold me, please." Mitch's nose pressed against his Alpha's shoulder as the blond crouched over and held him tightly. His eyes filled with tears but none dropped so he shut them, bringing Scott closer to him and sniffing in his comforting scent. 

"Why don't you go into your wolf? I know it usually helps you calm down." Scott said, rubbing Mitch's back soothingly. 

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." Mitch whispered, stepping back and he jumped when the elevator buzzed. "I'll finish cleaning up, go answer it." 

Scott kissed Mitch's forehead before going to the elevator. He pressed the button. "What is it?"

"There's someone down here asking for you. An Omega. He's holding a baby and saying that he needs to see you immediately." The rough, static voice replied. 

Scott cursed to himself and glanced behind him at Mitch who was opening another trash bag. "Don't send him." He released the button and waited a second. He then sighed contentedly and took a step forward, his eyes squeezing shut when the buzz came back. 

"He's not taking no for an answer. He doesn't have an Alpha with him and I don't have the authority to make him leave." 

"Fine, send him up," Scott grunted, going back to the living room to help Mitch continue cleaning up. 

"Who was it?" Mitch asked, tying up his bag. 

"Um... The Omega that I got pregnant. He's coming up here, wouldn't take no for an answer." 

Mitch looked up and his eyes darted to the elevator when the doors started to open. His eyes went dark and low growl rumbled in his chest. 

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