Omega's Daddy (Shifter Marriage Service 4)

Despite a growing family and the responsibilities of running his business, leading the pack and tending to his family’s needs, Tucker never seemed to waiver. He was in love with her and her daughters. He would be an amazing father to the new children, though they were too crammed together to determine the sexes in any of their ultrasounds. She had been afraid that he might lose interest in her expanding body, like Blane had when she was pregnant, but she was soon reminded of how very different the two men were.

Blane had body shamed her, telling her she was getting fat and would never lose the weight after the children were born. He had gone from forcing himself on her whether she wanted him or not to acting as if the thought of sex with her disgusted him. He had strayed so many times she had lost count and there was a deep-seated fear that it could happen again when she had first found out she was pregnant. She knew it was baseless. She knew that Tucker wasn’t like that, but who ever said fears were always reasonable?

Of course, he had quickly made her see and believe that wasn’t the case. He had been so excited about being a father and carrying his children seemed to only make him want her more, even as her body began to change. He loved her round belly and her full breasts. She’d not had to worry about pumping her milk after weaning the triplets. He was more than happy to keep them under control for her, something they both found incredibly erotic the first time they had shared it and continued to find exciting even before she was pregnant again. He had kept up her milk production for them to share and she loved it. It led to some added tenderness on an everyday bases, but there was something about keeping milk for your lover instead of children that redefined it to an off the scale kind of erotica.

Marla was off for the weekend and they were spending it back at the old house. Though the girls no longer woke during the night, neither she nor Tucker liked to be too far from them during the night. They snuggled together under the covers, him enjoying his usual feast from her milk laden breasts before making love slowly and deliberately as he spooned her, entering her from behind and engulfing his need in her swollen pregnant folds. Her moans had filled the room as they came in almost complete synchronicity, something that grew more common as they became more and more accustomed to one another’s bodies. Afterward, they fell asleep, still coupled together.

The triplets were up shortly after daylight, ready for breakfast and to play. Tucker let her sleep in for a bit, making his way to the girls’ room and taking them downstairs for breakfast.

Unable to get comfortable with her growing belly in the way, she climbed out of bed and went to shower before padding downstairs to see how he was faring. She was amazed to see the girls were all sitting in their highchairs, eating and drinking, giggling between bites as he fed them from the same spoon in assembly line fashion, flying it around and making airplane noises to amuse them. It landed again and again in a different mouth before taking off for the next toddler airport.

“Got it under control down here, Dad?”

“Yep. My girls always act like little angels for their father.”

“Is that so?” she laughed, getting a glass of juice from the fridge.

“It is. All four of them,” he said, glancing over at her and flashing a brilliant smile in case she missed that he had included her in the statement.

“Well, we all love you very much, so how could we possibly resist?”

“I can’t think of how you possibly could,” he laughed, feeding Sable another bite before moving to Hannah and then Ella.

She laughed and retrieved a bagel, slicing it and dropping it in the toaster. “You want a bagel?”

“Sure. We’ll have lunch at the club today, though, so just that will be enough.”

“No cream cheese?”

“Okay, maybe some cream cheese.”

“I thought so,” she laughed. He could never do without the cream cheese, especially the kind she usually bought with bits of strawberry or pineapple in it. “What are they cooking at the club today?”

“Smoked brisket and all the sides,” he said, licking his lips.

“Now, that sounds delicious. It’s been a while. What’s the occasion?”

“We’re finished with the clubhouse. I did a walk through the whole place with the construction crew yesterday while you were talking with some of the women and they seem to have everything all sewn up. The guys and I have done the parts we were doing ourselves, so it’s good to go.”

“That’s great. Are we coming back here or going home afterward?”