Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Walker

Part Nine

The baby wasn't mine. But that wasn't going to stop me from making the baby mine. Marcus still referred to the baby as it. I get it, he was having a hard time coming to terms with being pregnant and I understand, I get it. But I'll make damn sure, eventually that he'll see this as something very special. To me it was fantastic and scary at the same time, yet I wanted that family unit and I wanted it with Marcus. As wild and crazy as he is, it felt right on so many fundamental levels. Not only do I get a stunning hot lover, but I get a baby too and with any luck, in the future we'll have another one. One that shares my DNA. But don't think because we'll have a baby together, one that shares my DNA, will the first ever be left out because as far as I'm concerned that baby is mine, too and back home no one needed to know any different. I'm not ashamed, not at all but until Marcus says otherwise I'm the baby's dad.

The only problem we had now was getting Marcus on the plane. He was sick again, but not as bad as last time. God! Last time scared the shit out of me, this time it was a lot more calmer. He was sick only twice, but he was still so nauseous. Marcus and nausea, bad. Marcus and nausea and whining he wanted food, even worse. He'd just end up throwing it up anyway. "Do you think I will get like mega fat? because I love my body so much, I don't want to get all stretchy and gross."

I shook my head as we walked around the airport looking for something easy on Marcus's stomach. "I'll love your body no matter what."

"Okay, but I won't."

"Why not? It's not like you're going to show your body off to anyone but me."

"It's not about that dumbass. I need to love the skin I'm living in otherwise I'll just feel ugly and miserable."

"Well. You'll just have to get used to it…." What is he doing now? He looked briefly mortified.

"Oh shit!" He said, stopping in the middle of the store.

"What is it? Are you okay?"

"I was reading about the anatomy of an Omega birth and like, it comes out your ass right? I mean taking a big shit hurts or a big dick too, but squeezing something the size of a large grapefruit or bigger will like, split me in two."

He literally has no filter. Everyone in the damn store heard that. "I think you're overreacting Marcus."

"Overreacting? You've had painful shits right? Ugh, don't answer that. But it's painful, I don't want to be in pain."

"There's other options."

"Such as?" He mumbled, grabbing a handful of chocolate bars.

"C-section. My friend's wife had one."

"A C what?"

"They cut you open and take the baby out that way."

"Are you having a bubble?" he whispered. "Cut open. Like Texas chainsaw massacre style?"

"You know I have no idea what goes on in that head of yours but no. Definitely not like that. I think you need to keep off the Internet and maybe stop watching horror films or something."

"But I like a good gory horror movie."

"You two, they're calling our flight." Craig said, appearing behind us. "We need to go."

"But I need chocolate." Marcus whines.

"Come on, they'll have food on the flight." He huffed and put the chocolate back. Then the whole way he was just pouting and dragging his carry on case behind him like it was full of bricks. "Hey, let me take that for you." I offered.

"I'm fine."

"You say that, but you're not. Let me take it and don't stress yourself out. When we get home we'll set you up with a doctor and get more answers. Until then take my hand and just try and relax."

"Fine." His shoulders slumped as he finally in not so many words admitted defeat and handed me the case and threaded his fingers in mine. I liked it. Holding his hand. It's warm and comforting. Until he opens his mouth again. "Your dicks big and it didn't hurt."

"Have you always been like this?" I asked, as we finally made it to our boarding gate.

"Like what?"

"Saying whatever pops into your head."

"Yeah. That's why I left home. My parents couldn't handle me, plus horses stink."

"What?"

"Horses, they stink. My parents have a horse ranch. They teach kids how to ride horses and I was always getting roped into helping."

"Huh, I see." I said, finding our seats.

"What do you see?"

"Well, when you said outside that restaurant about thinking of horses to make your boner go down."

He chuckled which was nice to see. "You remembered that. How cute."

"I have a good memory," And I do. Which is both a blessing and a curse. "Right, sit down and get comfortable." I looked next to me at Craig in the window seat. He already had his ear buds in and neck pillow tucked up around him. But Marcus was non stop fidgeting. "What's wrong?"

"I need a wee."

"Well you best do it now before take off." He nodded and he was off. I sat back and thought about going back home and telling my parents I'm going to be a dad. I wasn't so much worried about that part. I was worried because Marcus is so far from the type of person my parents would even like. Not that it should matter in the slightest, I just didn't want Marcus to feel awkward or miserable about it. It didn't matter what they said to me, but it mattered to me what they'd say to him or even behind his back. After what happened with my last relationship, which I wanted to be my last relationship, they'd warned me not to pull that kind of stunt again or I'd be cut off. Yeah they worried for me, they're my parents so I do understand in that retrospect. Because it was bad, everything about that relationship was bad, luckily we didn't pair. But….Shane was different from Marcus. He was the quiet type, but sly as I found out. Yet he was quiet and at first my parents liked him, they thought the sun rose and set in his ass until the accident and everything was revealed. Marcus is….loud. Has no filter. Horny all the damn time, which is good. I liked horny. But he's crass, not stupid, just didn't always take others peoples feelings into account. He takes a lot of getting used to and we had all the time in the world to do that. To get to know each other. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted him to bloom into the beautiful parent I know he's going to be. I wanted to watch his belly grow and buy things for our baby. I wanted to make a home for us. Make him feel good and special in every way possible and hopefully he'd take that neck collar off and let me mark him, make him mine completely. I'll even offer up my ass in compensation. It works both ways. I can't get pregnant, but my ass will forever be his.

"I'm back." He said, startling me.

"Took you long enough."

"Oh right, I got talking to some bird who had a baby on her lap. It was so cute and babbling and dribbling."

"I'm glad you thought the baby was cute, you're having one of your own."

"Ugh, but you can give back other people's kids. We have to keep this one and its dribble."

"Marcus?"

"Ya."

"Shut up."

"Fine," then I felt him shift again next to me, so I turned to see what he was doing. Then his lips touched mine. Soft, sweet, short. "Thank you. I know I'm a real pain in the ass, but thank you Walker. For everything."

I smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. As short and sweet as it was, it sufficed. "I'll keep doing everything for you. Forever."

"I guess I'll be needing to get rid of my collar, huh?"

"Whenever you're ready, no rush." Then he was grinning as he settled in his seat. So I settled and decided I'd stare at him until I fall asleep for most of the plane journey. He really is so beautiful.