That night we checked into a hotel that was known for amazing breakfasts. I couldn’t wait to try some, but I would have to wait until morning. I carried our overnight bags up to the room while trying to gauge Flynn’s state of nervousness.

It was clear to see that he was uncomfortable by the way he was shrunk into himself. He was looking around at everything rapidly and repeatedly. His tail was tucked between his legs and his ears hung as low as they would go.

We walked up to the front desk to check in, and while I was doing this a couple walked up behind us. I didn’t think anything of them, but Flynn found them threatening. To my surprise he squished himself into my body for protection from this probably perfectly normal couple.

I could feel him shaking against my body, but I determined it wasn't a good time to use my pheromones since we were somewhere it would affect the others in the room. If he had gone into a full panic then I would have used them.

I got our key from the receptionist and started walking away with Flynn against me. Although I knew it didn’t mean much, it made me feel prideful as an alpha. This small, frail omega chose me for comfort over running and hiding. That was a feat for any alpha.

Flynn was still clinging onto me for dear life when I opened the room. Once the door was opened, he bolted into the empty room as if something was going to get him if he didn’t go inside. I gave a small laugh as I watched this.

I went in and put our bags on a table before sprawling out on one of the beds. They were kind of small but it would be okay for a night. As I was enjoying my break Flynn asked, “there are two beds?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t there be?” It was an odd question, and I wasn’t sure what he was trying to get at. To pick on him, I decided to add, “did you want to share a bed?”

I looked over at him as he gave a small flinch at the idea of sharing a bed. “I don’t know. I just wasn’t expecting two beds.”

“They’re small, but if you want to crawl into bed with me, be my guest.”

Even though I had offered, I didn’t expect him to actually crawl into the bed with me that night. It made the already small bed feel even smaller. I found it to be uncomfortable as I accommodated for Flynn’s needs.

I was trying to make as little contact with him as possible because I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to do anything other than sleep, but it was impossible. For such a small person, he took up a lot of space in this small bed. He wasn’t intentionally taking up all the bed, but it couldn’t be helped. In the end, I gave up and spooned him.

He recoiled to the touch as my body practically swallowed his much smaller body. I pulled into my chest wrapping my arm around his chest. I used my other arm as a head rest and settled down for the night.

I didn’t know if this was comfortable for Flynn or not, but he never moved and stayed there with me throughout the night. Although I thoroughly enjoyed having him in bed with me, it only made me wish he was mine.

Morning was a bit awkward as we both woke up with wood. It was a bit embarrassing, but it also wasn’t the first time that Flynn had been aware of one of my hardons. I could tell the situation bothered him, so I allowed him to have first dibs on the shower. He was quick to take up the offer and immediately went into the bathroom.

After we were both clean, we packed our bags up and headed to the breakfast area. I was disappointed. The food was good, but it wasn’t as amazing as many had claimed it to be. Despite my disappointment, Flynn seemed to enjoy it despite all his nervousness.

Once back in my truck, we hit the road again. Over the rest of our two week trip, we hit several tourist locations. My favorite was the amusement park, but I practically walked around with my pheromones on blast for Flynn. It got me quite a few looks, but it was okay since it was for Flynn’s sake.

On the trip, we saw a couple smaller, less impressive waterfalls which still seemed to impress Flynn. Most of these waterfalls were attractions within parks, and to my surprise, I found that Flynn really enjoyed parks.

There were also a handful of shopping centers we went to that were supposed to be great “date” locations. Similar to the amusement park, I had to walk around with pheromones on blast. With his anxieties out of the way, I can only assume that Flynn had a good time. He really enjoyed the kid rides.

Just about every mall we went to had these small children cars shaped like animals. Flynn was small enough to ride them, but I was definitely too big to even think about getting on one.

However, at one of the malls, we had a problem with security. They didn’t like that I was walking around with attractant pheromones in a public place. Even though I tried to explain the reasoning behind it, they didn’t seem to believe me.

I was forced to drop my pheromones and watch as Flynn’s omega took full control over him. Initially he ran from me and the security guards which caused them to handcuff me because they assumed I used my pheromones to trap him.

When they found him, he was a crying mess soaked in his own urine. My heart broke when they walked him into the holding room. Even though one of the guards was emitting the same pheromones that I used to calm Flynn, I could still see the stress on his face. The moment he saw me, he rushed towards me and clung to me for his life.

Eventually, the security guards agreed that I wasn’t harming Flynn and let us go. I was pissed because they didn’t do anything to help us afterwards. We didn’t get any compensation for the stress they caused and they didn’t even bother to give Flynn some clean clothes. I was pissed, and we left that town immediately.

In all, I would say that the road trip was a success, and we ended up with many souvenirs.

It was Christmas eve when we pulled into Flynn’s driveway. We were both tired having been on the road all day. It was the only day of the trip that I hadn’t planned any stops. I did this to make sure we got to his house at a decent hour.

Flynn unlocked the door, and we both walked in. The house was silent but that wasn’t unusual since he had no siblings and his mother was single.

“Mom.” Flynn called out into the house.

I followed behind him as he called for her a few more times. I thought it was strange that she wouldn’t answer, but I assumed that she must be sleeping.

When we got into the living room, Flynn turned on the lights.

“Surprise!” was shouted into the room and the decorations that I had assumed to be Christmas decorations turned out to be birthday decorations.

I looked at Flynn’s mother and then at my own. I should have known the friend she was talking about was Linda, but my dumb brain never put it together.

“¿Qué es esto? Es una estupidez.” I spoke to my mother.

In english she responded, “don’t you like it baby?”

I groaned, “yes mama.”

“That’s a good boy. I hope you treated Fly well. Now let’s have some cake.”

My mother and Linda started walking towards the kitchen leaving me and Flynn to follow them.

“Is it really your birthday?” Flynn asked me as we walked.

I nodded my head as I responded, “yes.”

“How come you didn’t tell me your birthday was Christmas eve?”

“Because it wasn’t important.”

“Yes, it is. I could have gotten you something, but I didn’t know.”

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, we can call you sleeping with me every night for the last two weeks my birthday gift.”

“You slept with him?” Linda’s voice shrilled into the room as her eyes opened in panic.

Flynn’s face turned red as he responded to his mother, “not like that!”

“He makes a great little spoon.” I added to their conversation.

Flynn punched me, “don’t tell her that!”

“¿Es tu novio ahora?” My mother asked as she handed me a slice of cake.

“No.” I simply told her.

“Hazlo tu novio.” She demanded of me.

I took the cake from her and responded, “Lo intenté. No quiere una relación.”

She slapped the back of my head. “Quiero nietos.”

“Tranquila mamá.”

Then with a thick accent Linda said, “Estoy de acuerdo. Yo también quiero nietos.”

I looked at her in shock. Then I questioned my mom in english. “She speaks spanish!? Why wouldn’t you tell me that? I could have said something stupid.”

“What stupid things could you have possible said?” Flynn picked at me. “Are you scared you’ll spill a secret and my mom will tell me?”

“Why don’t you know Spanish if your mom does? Have you been lying to me and you know what I’ve been saying to my mom this whole time?” I was panicking a little bit because I shared a lot of embarrassing information with my mom over the phone.

“I really don’t know Spanish past some basics. I can ask you your name and ask where the bathroom is, but that’s just about it.”

I snickered a little and relaxed in the confirmation that he didn’t understand anything I had said to my mother. Then I decided to have a little fun. “Then ask me where the bathroom is. I want to hear this.”

“Why?” he questioned me.

“That didn’t sound like Spanish to me.”

“Because I don’t know how to say why in spanish.”

“Por qué.” I told him.

“What.” He questioned me as he ate a piece of cake.

“That’s how you ask why.”

“Porkie?” he said questioningly.

I bursted into laughter at his mispronunciation. “That’s not it, but I like it so don’t say it any other way.”

We spent the rest of the night laughing and catching up with another. Sometime through the night Linda showed me old baby pictures of Flynn despite his protest. It was a great night.

Linda had set up a temporary bed on the floor of Flynn’s bedroom, and I felt slightly bad about not using it, but sharing a bed with Flynn was more tempting than sleeping on the ground.

Flynn’s bed was much bigger than the hotel beds, but despite this Flynn still allowed me to cuddle with him. Maybe he just got used to my presence in the bed with him, or maybe he actually liked cuddles.