Alpha and Omega

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"Alpha Alpha Alpha Alpha!" Scott wakes up to Mitch jumping on the bed.

"Well good morning to you, too." He says in a deep, raspy voice.

Mitch falls onto his knees on the bed and looks at Scott, smiling, "Hi."

Scott chuckles, "Hi, baby. What's up?"

"Toddy and Kevin made the guest list for the wedding. He also made the menu based on what we gave him. And he booked the place to have it on August 21st. Is that okay?"

"That's perfect. So now all we need to do is get the suits and dresses and the flowers."

"C-Can we do that today?"

"Don't stutter, love."

"Can we go out today, Sir?"

"I don't see why not. You have your dentist thing today."

"I don't wanna. They're going to take the wisdom out of my mouth."

"To help you."

"But Alpha, can't you pull some strings?"

"No, Mitchy, I can't."

"Please?" He whines.

"What did I say?"

Mitch looks down submissively, "Sorry, Alpha."

"That's alright, my angel."

"I have another question."

"Okay.."

"So since you're a dad and you have long legs.."

"Don't say it."

"Does that mean you're a Daddy long leg?" Mitch giggles when Scott runs a hand over his face.

"Oh my god." Scott laughs and nods, "Sure, I guess."

A few hours pass and they now are going to the oral surgeon to get Mitch's wisdom teeth taken out.

"Mitch Grassi?" They both stand up and follow the nurse to the room, where they see a familiar Alpha.

Mitch gasps and smiles, "Hi, Alpha Shane!"

"Hey, what's up you guys?"

"My Alpha said you're taking the wisdom out of my teeth."

Shane laughs, "I am. Do you have any questions?"

"Will he be loopy afterwards?" Scott asks.

"Most likely. That's the best part of the job. Mitch, why don't you lay down here and we'll get started?" Mitch sits in the chair and Shane reclines it so Mitch is laying down.

"You ready?"

Mitch looks over at Scott, "I love you, Alpha."

Scott smiles, "I love you, too, baby. See you soon."

Mitch looks back at Shane, "How's your Omega?"

"Ryland? He's good. He misses you and talks about you a lot."

"We should go on a double date."

"That sounds like fun. Alright, we're going to get started now. Can you count backwards from 10?" Shane asks as he puts the anesthesia mask over Mitch's mouth and nose.

"10, 9, 8, 7....6....." Mitch trails off, signaling he's fully under. They have look at the brain waves on the screen to make sure he won't wake up during the surgery before they continue.

"Scott, since you're allowed to be in here because you're his Alpha, you need a mask. Who knows what germs you have."

Scott chuckles, "Ouch, I see how it is." He gets a mask and sits back down in the corner chair. "Try not to kill my Omega."