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Billie Joe couldn't believe how strong his body was. He couldn't believe what it was creating.
A whole new person was growing inside of his belly.
It wasn't the first time; Billie had been pregnant before and he and Mike had two children already, Joey and Jakob. He thought he was never going to get pregnant ever again, since he was now in his 50s.
Yet, his latest heat had ended in such a surprise; heats were rarer and further apart now, not even monthly anymore, so the two didn't think Billie could get pregnant again.
The omega had thought that all his ovaries were shrunken up and his uterus out of business, yet they had been proved wrong.
Billie Joe grunted in annoyance and pain, shifting slightly on the bed.
He felt so swollen and disgusting, his ankles so big he couldn't wear his Converse anymore without crying out in pain.
Not that he wore them much anymore, he wasn't going out much if not for doctor appointments.
He could barely move, nowadays, especially since he was put on a strict bedrest by his doctor.
The pregnancy was considered high risk, since he was quite up with his age and Mike wasn't any younger. The thought had terrified Billie, when his pregnancy was confirmed.
He remembered the very first doctor appointments; he thought he was going to miscarry, he thought he wasn't going to be able to bring the pregnancy to term.
The baby, though, was a stubborn one; they had grown and developed normally and strongly, not showing any abnormalities in the echographies.
The anxiety and fears had accompanied him throughout the whole first trimester, slowly diminishing as everything seemed okay.
Soon, although it felt like years to the man, he had reached the 40th week and then gone past the due date.
They were officially on baby watch now and Billie knew the baby could come any day now; both Joey and Jakob hadn't come on their due dates, with the first one born 2 weeks early and the latter 2 weeks later.
This baby was already 3 days past it and Billie hoped they would hurry up.
He couldn't wait to be done with the pregnancy. He was so tired of feeling so big and swollen and in pain; having a watermelon strapped to his front had been a struggle at 22 and 25 years old, but at 52? Billie felt like he was dead.
A kick made him groan, hand immediately flying to rub the spot where a tiny hand or foot had collided with his insides. Tré had joked about the baby taking after Mike's height and Billie fully believed it; according to the doctor, it was indeed a huge baby, his biggest one so far.
He had always shown his pregnancies quite soon, thanks to his tiny body and petite frame, so even when he was just starting to show, he looked more far along as he really was.
“Come on, baby,” he muttered to his belly, hand rubbing up and down the taut skin, “There are so many people waiting to meet you!” A smile made its way on his face. No matter how annoyed he was with the pregnancy, he was in love with his baby, with the precious life he and Mike had created.
He heard the door open and smiled gently as Mike entered the bedroom, holding a tray in his hands.
Mike was a very attentive partner, especially during his pregnancies. Billie always felt so spoiled as Mike made sure he had everything he needed or wanted.
“Hi, sweetie,” Mike made his way towards him, bringing him one of his favorite donuts. Billie's mouth watered at the sight of the greasy, flavory treat.
All his babies had craved grease and sweets during his pregnancies and the omega was happy to indulge into whatever they demanded. He knew he could be quite bitchy when his pregnancy cravings weren't met, and Mike was a saint for putting up with them as well as he was.
Mike climbed onto the bed, passing the donut to Billie, before settling down next to him, carefully hugging him close to his side. He gently began to rub his belly, leaning down to kiss the side of his head, before bending to kiss the large bump.
“Hi, little one,” he gently stroked the point where a tiny hand was pressing against the taut skin, “have you been good to your papa? I can't wait to meet you, little one.”
“They seem to love lazing around and stretching. Reminds me of their dad.” Billie's hand was joined by Mike's and they held hands over the huge bump.
He grinned dumbly at Billie, making him giggle, green eyes crinkling in delight and love.
“Jake sent me the video of their latest show, wanna watch?” Billie nodded with a small grin, gulping down the last bites of donut, cuddling onto the large pillow behind his back.
Jakob was on tour with his band and had convinced Billie and Mike to stay at home, promising them to make sure every concert was directly streamed to them on their phones. He was also calling them everyday, wanting to know about Billie's well being and if the baby was there yet.
It had put a bit of a damper on the smaller man's mood; it just reminded him how Green Day was supposed to be out in the world touring as well.
Billie Joe had found out about the pregnancy shortly after the start of the European leg of the world tour; he had insisted on playing for a while, but all the others had been quite concerned.
It didn't last long; soon, Billie had decided to put a halt to the tour. He couldn't do such stressful and long shows and move every other day to a new, distant city. The baby and its well being had taken first priority.
So he was happy to just snuggle to his partner's side and watch shows on streaming.
At the very start of his pregnancy, once they were back in the States, the three of them would meet and do jam sessions, but as his pregnancy went on, Billie couldn't bear to stay on his feet for long or even out of the house.
Music had taken a backburner for the moment, as the men focused on the well being of the singer and their baby. Billie also found himself too preoccupied and tired to even think about writing music.
They had put together a nice nursery, they already had plenty of baby clothes and everything was going on well. Now the only thing missing was the baby, who seemed more than happy to just live forever in Billie's belly.
Hopefully, though, they would realise there was a whole world waiting to be explored and a huge family ready to love and dote on them.
“Keep doing that,” moaned Billie, feeling so soothed as Mike's hand rubbed the underside of his belly, where he's been having a bit of pain.
Braxton-Hicks were already kicking his ass, but although 25 years had passed since his last labor, Billie could still tell fake contractions to real ones apart.
If he was really in labor, he doubted he would be able to just lay there, feeling horny and wanting to jump onto his lover.
“Should we do it, love?” Mike's voice was low and lustful, hand slipping from Billie's lower belly to his crotch, fingertips barely grazing on the inflamed head of his cock, “Should we try to get this baby out of you?”
Billie moaned, eyes fluttering closed, his small hands pulling his legs as back as his pregnant stomach allowed.
He could feel slick leak out of his relaxed hole, feeling his whole body buzz in anticipation; he was desperate already and Mike had done almost nothing.
The doctor had been worried at his latest check-up, as she didn't want Billie to go too past his due date, not wanting to risk as his pregnancy was already considered high risk.
They had already tried literally everything to try and kickstart the labor, from small walks to sitting on the huge yoga ball they bought; daily scenting had been a huge thing since the start of the pregnancy.
So they decided to try the last resort: knotting, which was usually the strongest way to start a labor.
Since entering the second trimester, Billie had been incredibly horny, so it hadn't been difficult to decide and try to have sex.
“Yeah, Mikey, yeah please!” His pleading got cut in half as thick, long fingers entered him, going straight to his prostate.
“Look at you, my beautiful, pregnant omega…” Mike's free hand gently stroked his swollen pregnant stomach, eyes locking on Billie's small prick, leaking precum all over the underside of his belly.
The omega had his head thrown back, face, neck and chest flushed red, eyes screwed shut and beads of sweat all over his body.
His eyes went down to the hole he was scissoring, seeing the tight ring of muscles slightly gape. He was extremely wet and his insides felt swollen, even his prostate, and Mike had a close relationship with fingering it, so he could easily tell.
“Alpha, alpha, please…knot…please I want your knot…! Ah!” A grateful loud moan left his lips as Mike carefully entered him, moaning as well as he felt the tight insides of Billie grip his thick shaft.
It didn't take long at all: after just a few pumps of his the omega's small prick, Billie was already coming, aided by Mike's warm mouth sucking on the engorged head of his prick.
That did the trick for Mike as well: seeing Billie come with such a fervor, head thrown back and tears of pleasure running down his heated cheeks and feeling his insides absolutely clench down onto his dick made him come as well.
Grunting, he buried himself as deeply as possible, feeling his knot swell and lock them together, Billie shrieking at the added stretch to his sensitive pucker.
They were going to be tied together for a while, so Mike carefully rolled them to one side, helping Billie's trembling leg by holding it in his hand.
The omega was looking all sweet and soft, a happy smile on his face as he relaxed into the warm sheets, eyes already falling shut as exhaustion claimed him.
He fell asleep happy and content, with Mike nuzzling into his neck, soothing pheromones coming off of him in reassuring waves.
Billie came back to consciousness startled and confused and absolutely in pain.
He whined, sitting up with a bit of difficulty, feeling like a turtle that had been flipped upside down and couldn't roll into position on its own, breathing deeply.
His eyes widened as he felt the sopping wet sheet under his naked body and his heart stopped for a second as his brain connected to what his eyes were seeing.
Sure, he could have peed the bed, it had happened before during the late stage of his pregnancies, but the sharp, agonizing pain in his lower belly was enough to convince him otherwise.
As he tried to breathe through the contraction, he was now one hundred percent sure those weren't fake contractions. Nothing he had ever experienced was as bad as the pain of real ones and those did hurt like a bitch.
“Mike! Mike, wake up!”
He saw the alpha get startled awake, before worry filled the man's eyes as he took in his omega's pained expression.
“Billie, what-?” His eyes lowered to the wet sheet, before snapping back to the other, “Did you pee the bed or has your water broken?”
Billie glared at him, breath coming out in short, pained puffs of air, “Don't be an asshole and take me to the hospital!” His eyes softened slightly, “It hurts like hell, Mikey…”
Everything else went on in a blur.
Somehow, Mike had managed to help him dress in some loose sweatpants and a hoodie, and grabbed the hospital go-bag they kept by the front door for such an emergency.
Billie couldn't remember much of the trip at the hospital, just the strong pain with each contraction, feeling them become closer and closer as Mike drove them fast through the almost empty streets of Oakland.
He remembered the quickly hidden looks of awe as the ER nurses greeted them, Billie trying to breathe through the pain, clutching his belly sitting on one of the hospital's wheelchairs, where Mike had pushed him before entering.
Soon, he was in the delivery room, his doctor and a nurse making sure everything was going on as it was supposed to go.
Billie was overwhelmed by pain, feeling like he was ripping in two. Mike was a saint, letting him crush his hand into a death grip without saying anything. Only encouragements were leaving his mouth.
The whole birthing process had been quite long, but Billie was finally in a quiet, private room in the delivery ward.
It was the early hours of the morning, but the family had already announced the beautiful news. They knew that they would have a lot of people visiting them later that morning, so they were soaking up all the quiet moments with their baby.
To announce the news, Mike had taken a selfie of the three of them and sent it to the family group chat, the band's chat and all Billie's siblings and mother.
The singer looked absolutely disheveled, dyed blond hair standing in all directions, but the beautiful beaming smile on his face and the glint of happiness shining in those huge green eyes, even if half closed as he absolutely beamed at the phone, were enough to see how absolutely happy he was to hold that small pink bundle against his naked chest.
“She's beautiful…”
Mike had climbed in bed with him, both curled up in the big hospital bed and was watching down at Billie and the newest addition of their family.
A beautiful, healthy baby girl, who was sleeping snuggled up in her papa's arms.
Ryan Ruby Mae, that was the final decision on how she was going to be called.
“You're glowing, love,” Mike gently kissed the side of his head, earning two bright, but tired, green eyes look at him in love.
It was true, decided Billie, he was indeed glowing in delight and love. That little baby girl had already filled his heart.
He was, however, incredibly exhausted and slightly loopy and all the adrenaline was slowly leaving his body. It was like after a concert, when the high from the show was over and bone deep exhaustion was taking its place.
He gently brought his lips to her squishy little face, taking in her soft baby smell, eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, before kissing her softly.
It already hurt him, knowing that now she wasn't connected to him 24/7, but he was excited about the future.
“C’mon, babe, we should get some sleep…the baby will be safe and sound in her crib,” Mike carefully picked her out of his arms, rocking her back and forth as he whispered sweet words, before lowering her into the cot next to their bed.
He then helped him get in bed in a comfortable position, a challenge considering all the stitches he had gotten after the huge tear he had endured during birth. He could feel the dull ache and tugging sensation whenever he was shifting in bed to get comfortable.
Billie immediately reached out; he wanted the skin to skin contact he craved and the pheromones of his alpha, especially in such a emotional moment.
Mike welcomed him into his chest, arms protectively wrapping around him.
“We made a damn good baby, haven't we? We're a good team.” His voice was getting low and slurred, Billie finally letting his tiredness fill him. “We did,” agreed Mike, smiling so tenderly to him, one hand gently rubbing his soft cheek.
“Now sleep, sweetie. You deserve it.”
Snuggling as close as humanly possible, Billie Joe let himself sink in a restful sleep, held close by the love of his life.
He might have been scared and stressed and extremely shocked when he found out about the pregnancy, not sure he was going to be able being a father now at 52. Yet, his heart felt light now.
He loved so deeply and fiercely his family and the man he had built it together with.
The future didn't seem so hard after all.