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"C-can I really touch it?" Rudo asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, gloved hand hovering over Tamsy's expanded stomach, his fingers trembling, clearly embarrassed and frightened
Tamsy's pregnancy was announced a little after the second month, when he started showing, and the effects of being pregnant with not one, but 2 kids - twins caught up with him and his ability to work. He had to hide that he was fighting to breathe every time he went up a flight of stairs.
He was on maternity leave, so in the meantime, he had little better to do than live a daily routine. One of everything but strenuous tasks. Tamsy was frankly bored to fucking tears. Sitting around like a sedated little omega?
Is this what he deserves for giving Arkha a chance?
You let your boss knot you occasionally, and now, at the most inconvenient point, he got you pregnant.
Is that Arkha intended, saddle him with his brats so he wouldn't so readily do all the deeds his boss is suspicious of him for doing? Tamsy sighed wearily. It was working because Tamsy couldn't find the motivation to even wash a plate.
Tamsy is neglecting to remember that he was the one who spread his legs (in the offive room, the office, the company car, the damn bathroom, the bed). But it was a principal. He wasn't thrilled to be pregnant currently.
Tamsy felt sick, a metallic taste in his throat, it was overwhelming, never since he got pregnant had there been a moment where he could forget that he was with child.
There were 2 of them - a duo, he is was 6 month in, he wasn't upset about being pregnant. He liked kids. He would like his own kids, perhaps not now.
Still, it was inconvenient now. He can't so easily move around and be on missions observing Rudo, whose development seemed to be going in either direction.
However, young men seem to have taken the news of the coming babies with excited trepidation. He has been building the courage to interact with Tamsy and the belly that the other cleaners have naturally. Team Eager often came around, giving congratulations to him.
Tamsy Caines wasn't one to enjoy touch, or worse, when he was already so vulnerable and looking ridiculous. He was tall, at least, then he had space in his abdomen.
Rudo seemed to be tense with excitement and fear, clearly very interested but also very cautious since he hadn't interacted with a baby. Rudo admits to never being around babies before, and his own insecurities about his hands.
The irony of the situation settled over Tamsy. He let out an amused snort as he nodded, "Sure,"
Rudo touched the bump as if it were made of glass or, through some way, he could harm the baby through the barrier of the womb, muscle, skin, and fat.
“You smell nice,” Rudo muttered.
Tamsy noted it politely, “Yeah, that’s breastmilk.”
Red eyes widened and looked up at Tamsy, “P-pardon.”
“That's what pregnant omegas smell of - milk,”
Rudo’s face contorted into shame as he hid his head, flustered, “S-sorry,”
The young teen's eyes were transfixed, and he kept his hands still. The poor thing was glowing, clearly mystified. Suddenly, he drew his hands back like the bump burned, "Ah- it moved," His voice warbled, and his lips trembled.
"Rudo, I just exhaled," Tamsy said patiently. He was struggling not to laugh.
The boy lowered his hands, looking cowed, "Are you sure?"
Tamsy nodded, "I am positive. However, soon, they will be moving."
Rudo gingerly touched the bump again. "They can start hearing at this point. Anything you want to say to them?" Tamsy offered calmly.
Their eyes focused in thought, Tamsy sat still, as Rudo spoke his mouth an inch away from the curved belly.
"Everyone is excited to meet you," Rudo started, "I wanna keep you safe,"
-
Tamsy must be going soft. He wasn't one to be moved by sentimentality. However, whatever hormones he is going through are changing how much he can handle sappy nonsense.
Corvus slept beside him on the bed. The man didn't snore or move too much, making cosleeping tolerable. He looked handsome sleeping its a shame that his eyes don't close when he sleeps; he sleeps with his eyes wide open.
Tamsy sat clumsily but cross-legged at the edge of the bed. He was brushing his hair, and he found himself doing this when he was trying to think. To center himself, to get a handle on himself, he passed the comb through his hair and looked down at the results, eyes narrowing at the comb, intertwined with long strands of blonde and navy. Of course, he read the books, and he knew thinning hair was a common thing this far along.
6 months in. 3 more to go.
Tamsy sighed, putting down the comb. He looked at himself in the mirror, standing up, turning to the side, he saw the bump, he was fortunate, he saw some crazy looking bellies, but perhaps it was due to height or some other factor.
He felt a sensation at the base of his spine, and the baby moved. "Ha-" Tamsy laughed. What had he got himself into?
Arkha sat up, "Is something wrong?"
Tamsy shook his head no, "Just thinking of the baby,"
Corvus's eyes softened, his hand drifting down the curve, "Are they getting uncomfortable?"
Tamsy huffed, "They weren't comfortable for a while now." he knows intimately that they started developing limbs because instead of two vaguely shaped beans swimming around, it was two people in the limited space of his abdomen. One of them clearly loves having their head right where his diaphragm is.
Arkha hummed, petting his stomach gently, "It's going to get worse here on out, the final trimester."
The blonde eyes narrowed into slits, "Is that to comfort me? How?"
Arhka hummed, focused on the bump, rubbing it like it was a magic ball or something, not even looking up at his (relationship without title) co-parent. "You told me you liked the truth,".
"Don't start," Tamsy warned.
"Like having sex without a condom is unwise," Arkha said. Tamsy suppressed a shiver. Arkha's tone clashed with the decorumless statement.
Tamsy scrunched his nose up, "You enjoyed sex too, don't throw all this blame on me,".
Corvus actually laughed at that, "That is true,".
Silence passed in a moment, "I am going through a lot, my weight up, hair thinning, I can't wear close-fitting shoes, and my face, my nose, it's-" Tamsy can't even bring to words what on God's green earth isn't happening to his nose, it looked like it swelled. It's horrendous.
He hopes it isn't permanent.
Corvus hummed, "Your new nose is adorable," he said it so earnestly that he had to be caught a moment before he truly snarled in his brain. There is nothing nice about walking around with this massive nose.
Corvus held Tamsy's hands in his, "I mean it, you look perfect either way,".
Tamsy leaned in, “You are just saying things now, I look like a cow,”.
The head of the cleaner's face crumpled, his hands moving from his hands to his waist, bunching up the white linen shirt as he pulled Tamsy closer.
Tamsy raised his head, looking at Corvus below his engorged nose. “Am I wrong?”
“Utterly,” Arkha replied, with not even a hint of humour, unadulterated truth. He was seated at the edge of the bed. Tamsy stood between his thighs, his belly touching Arkha’s chest. It was a pure image of a lovely omega in a white shirt and pants, to Arkha, granted, there wasn’t a moment where Tamsy wasn't utterly lovely.
“Ravishing,”
Corvus can see him from any angle.
“I see that one of us is enjoying this,” Tamsy mused.
It didn't take much coaxing to have the blonde omega settle in the Alpha’s arms. Tamsy’s head was at the crook of his neck, hair tickling his collarbone. “You seem to like sleeping in my arms,”
His hands settled under Tamsy’s clothes, his warm hands settled on Tamsy’s flushed breasts, they were welled up with milk, and sensitive and tender, causing the omega to reflexively try to pull away. He couldn’t since he was caged in by Arkha.
In the darkness, he feels him dip his head under his shirt, then lick his reddened nipple. His toes curled reflexively as Tamsy chuckled, aghast. “Who would have thought our beloved' leader would be such a pervert?”
He made a hum not acknowledging the statement, hand holding his ass, the other busy cradling his back, his tongue drew out droplets of breastmilk which he lapped up. “You have been smelling good for a while now,” Corvus mentioned, voice muffled by his confinement under his shirt. He looked ridiculous like this.
Tamsy held his arms to stabilise his position, “What would my fellow cleaners say if they knew this is how you conducted yourself?”
Corvus lifted his head, leaving a wet patch at the front of the shirt. “I am sure they will find it in their hearts to forgive me soon enough,”
The sad thing is, he was right.
-
Get plenty of rest. If you want the feet swelling to go down, too, you need to stay off your feet.
Corvus heard what the physician said after the 7-month check-up, seated beside Tamsy. The twins were growing, and both were looking healthy, which is a relief.
Corvus took it upon himself to start making the assets required for a baby, for instance, the crib. He wasn't the greatest carpenter, but still, he didn't want to bother anyone away from their work or free time since the blame for the coming children is his and Tamsy's fault.
Arhka stood aside the laid out pile of parts, looking through the manual, back turned to Tamsy.
He didn't want to see the bullshit he was doing. Tamsy decided now that, when he can barely see his feet and panting after moving an inch, he wants to be useful.
The devil finds work for idle hands.
The only thing he is successfully doing is distracting Arkha. The blonde was standing on the stool, installing the curtains. Tamsy was tall enough to manage. However, his usual grace and finesse are hamstrung by approximately 8 pounds strapped to his front.
Corvus, to his credit, attempted an intervention, trying to make the pregnant man sit. It was clearly unsuccessful, ergo the position he was in. Now Tamsy is an adult, a strange person, but a fully grown man. He doesn't need a babysitter. If he thinks that he could handle this, as much as Corvus was displeased, he could live with it.
A slight thud and a gasp, the curtain came down on Tamsy, who was sitting on the floor quietly. Corvus, who was busy with the screws, slowly turned, eyes raking over the man who was fine aside from his pride.
A heavy sigh escaped Corvus. He was over this.
"Do you need help getting up?"
Tamsy didn’t answer.
-
He was found by Amo some hours later.
He was sitting in a common area eating, banished by Corvus, who threatened to send Delmon Gates to babysit him. A threat if there ever was one.
The girl poked her head over his shoulder down his abdomen, her mouth shaped in an O shape as she assessed him and the growing bump.
"Amo is curious," She muttered, stepping closer. "Is the baby going to stay in there much longer?"
"Babies," Tamsy corrected.
Amo nodded, "Rudo said that it felt strange - that the baby would kick, that I could feel it."
Tamsy peered up at her, "You can touch it if you like."
Unlike Rudo, her hands shot forward, holding the belly. Tamsy felt the little kick, and Amo felt it, too. Her eyes were fixated on it.
-
After that, Amo became his little monitor; every corner he turns, he knows she is near.
She asks a lot of questions, Amo this, Amo that. Can Amo leave him the fuck alone?
"Mr Boss, Amo wants to know where the babies are?" Amo asked Corvus, who simply pointed down to Tamsy.
Of course, it is never Tamsy. It's the babies, like he was the nameless, faceless vessel with the baby inside, like he was a bag or something.
Amo was persistent, especially as the pregnancy advanced to the last month.
Tamsy was over this shit. It was May, and these kids were due in late April. By month nine, they were 2 weeks late. It wasn't like he could sulk in private, as Amo took it upon herself to keep him company.
He should have killed her in the cell when he had the chance because he is now her prisoner.
The cleaners were starting to give him that pitying look, seeing the exhaustion on Tamsy's demeanour. The blonde sat irritably, looking out the window at the scenery.
Tamsy was a mess; he peed all the time since the bladder was burdened by the weight of his uterus, his back hurt, his hair was in a ponytail for a month now, his scent glands were inflamed and smelled like milk.
He wanted this to end.
Tamsy found himself glad that he had 2 at once, so he never has to do this shit again.
"Amo wants to know when the babies are being born. They are taking forever," Amo whines.
Tamsy would like to know the same thing.