Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Marcus

Part Twelve

I've Never been so emotional as I am at the moment and Walker said I needed to be off the Internet because it won't help, instead he bought me a ton of books on Omega pregnancies instead. I skimmed most but one called 'The life and body of an Omega' I was intrigued to learn more about who and what I am. Yeah, I've been through school and they teach you about what it is to be an Omega and some of the challenges you'll face. But it was interesting to read about it from other Omega's perspective. This book was chock full of stories. Each is very different. Each has their own feelings and experiences. I realized we are not all the same, we shared the fact that we are Omega's but beyond that, we're different. It's sad and also happy, too. There was one particular story where an Omega was forced into his way of life and the impact it had made on a detrimental level. On some level I related to him, only because he was also a prostitute, but his ending wasn't a happy one, not like mine. I found a guy willing to give me more than just himself. I cried because I wished that the Omega had had what I've been so blessed with. It opened my eyes, made me see the bigger picture, that it really isn't bad.

I sat back, almost being sucked into the huge sofa and its massive scatter cushions. I rubbed over my stomach, tracing lines where my stomach will grow. "Can you hear me?" I question. I wasn't going to get my answer but one book said that the baby will hear everything. Some said certain voices or sounds would settle a baby in the tummy and will also have an impact when the baby is born, then I remembered my mother telling me that when I was in her belly she'd sing to me, she also said it settled me as a newborn because I'd hear it, growing in her tummy. "I could sing to you, if you want that?" I shook my head and let my hand fall to the side of me. Who am I kidding? I feel fucking stupid. I don't even like me all that much, so why would a baby even like me?

I huffed and rested my head back, waiting for Walker to get home from work. I didn't like being here all on my own and Walker was even hesitant on leaving me, but he had to work. Then the doorbell went off, making me jump. Who in the hell? Walker has a key, so he'd just come right in. I got up and made my way to the door and stood there for a moment, the bell went off again. I bit my lip, deciding if I should answer it. No one knows apart from Craig. Could it be him? So I reluctantly opened it, only a snitch to see a young girl staring back at me, so I opened it wide. "Oh," she squeaked. "Is Walker not back yet?"

"....erm, no."

"Oh, silly me. He left a file at work that he forgot and I thought he'd be back here before I got here."

"Oh, right. I'll take it and give it to him."

"Oh sure," she said around a pretty smile. "Here."

"Thank you…."

"Oh my god," I jumped a little, she surprised me. "Are you Walker's partner?"

"What?"

"Walker mentioned he had a partner. You really are gorgeous. He said so."

"Thanks, I guess….would you like to come in?" She seemed really sweet. I thought I might as well invite her in. Gives me another reason to play around with his coffee machine.

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"I don't mind."

"Thank you." So I moved to the side to let her in and I noticed she'd been marked. She's an Omega too.

"Do you like coffee?" I asked, moving into the kitchen with her. She seemed to know her way around his place as I was following her to the kitchen.

"Yes, I do. Thank you," She sat perched up at the breakfast bar, grinning. "Walker was full of air this morning and I couldn't help myself. I can be a little nosey."

"You and me both," I mumbled. "What did he say?"

Her smile just grew and grew. "Oh wow, he said he met his one and only. I was so happy hearing that."

"Yeah," I stood scratching my neck, then realized I was only in shorts. "Oh, I'll go and put a top on real quick."

"Oh don't worry about that. It's not like I've not seen a guy in just shorts. My husband is always walking around in just his boxers complaining."

I chuckled. God, she's really excitable. I liked that. Then I wondered and said, "Are you his friend's wife? That was cut open Texas chainsaw massacre style?"

Her mouth hung open for a second, then she started laughing. "Oh my god! Did Walker say that?"

"Well, no. He mentioned his friend's wife had a C something and I was like Texas chainsaw."

"I see. It's a C-section and yes I'm his friend's wife," she paused, regarding me for a moment. "Oh, are you pregnant?"

"Uh, erm...well, yeah."

"Awwww," she held a hand to her mouth and I blushed like an idiot and turned away from her to deal with the devil machine. "Congratulations." She added.

I gulped and started biting my lip again. "Not really, but maybe." I mumbled, working out the coffee machine Walker had shown me how to use three times already.

"Oh, was the baby unplanned?"

You got that right, I thought and finally made a cup of steaming coffee. "Do you take milk? Because I don't know how this throffy thing works."

"Normal milk is fine."

I nodded and went to the fridge and grabbed the milk. I couldn't be bothered to pour it, so I just gave it to her to do herself. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I know it's tiring being pregnant, I have two."

"Two? That must be hard?"

"Oh yeah, they keep me on my toes."

I settled in next to the girl. She seemed like I could talk to her. I mean Walker told her he's with me. "The pregnancy was unplanned." I said.

She swiveled in the chair and faced me. She gave off a really nice smell and warmth. "I see. Do you know how far along you are?"

"Not yet. But the doctor back in Germany said less than twelve weeks."

Then it clicked. I just let on that it's not Walker's. She caught it, but smiled instead. "Yes, the first twelve weeks can be hectic, with sickness and feeling odd….I guess what I mean, is that when it's not planned it can be daunting and hard to accept."

"It is hard."

"Walker is a good man. He'd look after you."

Oh shit. I think I might fucking cry again. I didn't want that, but I couldn't seem to ever hold my tears in. "He is...a good man. He looks after me, even when I'm being less than angelic."

"So you met in Germany?"

"Yeah." I muttered. But I wasn't going to tell her how. Jesus she'd just look at me like his cousin does. Like I'm shit or a bug that needs squashing.

"So he's not the father?"

Fuck. I've said too much already. But she had this strange warm pull to her and I couldn't seem to stop my mouth. "No, I...I don't know who the father is. But Walker said because I'm his, so is the baby."

"I think that's wonderful."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I mean there aren't many guys willing to do that and being an Omega just adds to the tension. I used to be ashamed of being an Omega until I met my husband. Now I'm proud. I have two beautiful children and a man who would walk ten thousand miles through glass for us. I see that look in Walker's eyes, the same look I see in my husbands."

"We haven't told anyone about this situation. I mean, Craig knows."

"Sod Craig. He's an idiot ninety percent of the time and the ten percent he's still not much better."

Okay so I was really starting to like this girl. "I'm Marcus."

"I'm Hilary."

"It's nice meeting you Hilary."

She tapped my hand, gently. "And don't worry. All this is between me and you…." She started to say when the front door swung open and Walker walked in and stared at us for a moment. "Hey Walker. I brought the file you forgot."

"Oh, Hillary. I...I went back and Nate said you'd already left. Then I got stuck in traffic."

"That's because you always use the highway and not the back roads like I keep telling you to use."

I really fucking like Hilary. She was letting him have it and he took it. "I see you've made yourself at home."

"Of course. I was actually going to ask if you'd both like to come to dinner tomorrow."

Was she? "I'd like that," I said and smiled at her then looked at Walker. Poor Walker. I sniggered to myself. "What do you think?"

"Right, sure."

"Great!" She yelped and hopped off the stool. "I'll get going. See you tomorrow Marcus. Let's talk loads more tomorrow." She patted Walker on the arm before breezing out.

"Okay. So what's the low down?" I laughed at Walker's dramatics. He was shocked and also smiling at the same time. If anyone could pull off mortified and happy at once, it was only Walker.

So I hopped off the stool too and made way over to him, needing to feel him and smell him. Take him all in. "Thank you," I whispered and wrapped my empty arms around his waist and took in his scent. "I love you." He gasped and hugged me to him so tight I thought I might pop.

"I love you too." I stood there clinging to him, just as he clung to me. This sweet, beautiful man had given me a reason to live, a purpose. He was what I’d needed to connect with my emotions and finally accept what we have is perfect. A life I was now wanting to protect and keep with me, forever.