Page 27 of The Devil on my Chest

Rocky lifted his hands carefully going over every word Mal had just said. “Did you say, ‘decentdaddy’? Are you talking like oneof those role-play situations, or do you mean looking after…?” He mimed the height of a child.

Mal put both of his hands out miming the height of more than one child.

His eyes widening, Rocky whispered, “Two of them? How did we… where did we…” He looked around the kitchen but there was no one else there. “When are they coming? Is it tonight? Is that why we have chicken wings? When did we adopt, or are we just looking after them for a while?”

Mal pursed his lips and blew out a long breath, reaching across the table and taking Rocky’s hands. “I asked Brutus to bring us chicken wings for dinner, because while you were taking your life and Liam’s into your hands chasing hikers with guns, I was at Doc’s office. Rocky, I’m pregnant. We’re having twins in roughly two months’ time.”

He heard the words – Rocky was sure he heard the words – but they just weren’t making sense. “But you’re…” He mimed fur growing out of his arms. “You shift into…” This time it was a pointy wolf snout. “You’re a furry…”

“Omega,” Mal said simply.

Rocky looked down at where he could just see Mal’s belly under the table, and then back up at Mal’s face. Even through their bond he sensed that Mal was just waiting, but waiting for what?

Taking back one of his hands, Mal reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper, slapping it on the table in front of him. “Meet twin one and twin two. I’m thinking we can call them Hector and Harriot. What do you think?”

“How can you tell if these blobs are a girl and a boy?” Rocky said, still distracted by the image. He’d been around enough pregnantfriends to know what they were…but they still looked like blobs to him.

“You can’t,” Mal said, and his angry tone was back. “Honestly, Rocky, I tell you life-changing news and that’s all you can say? We’re having babies. Our BABIES!”

That single word shot in Rocky’s ears, bounced around his brain and then zinged in a straight line down to his heart. “It’s true? You and me…”

Jumping out of his chair, Rocky knocked it over in his rush to get to his mate’s side. “We’re having babies? Yes. Oh, my gods, you’ve made me so happy.” He tugged a reluctant Mal out of his chair and swung him off his feet, tucking him against his chest.

“Babies.” He was sure his grin could be seen from space as he stroked Mal’s hair. “We’re having little ones that will be just like you and me. I love you so much, I truly do. I can’t believe we’re having babies.”

“You’re actually happy about it?”

Why was Mal sounding so unsure?“Of course I am. Is it unexpected? Yes, but the only reason it took me so long to click to what you were saying was because I never dreamed it was possible, and I thought I was having another hallucination spell or something weird.

“But you’re a wonderfully special omega, and not only do we save a fortune on lube, but now your wonderful body is doing this for us. Carrying our babies. Ooh, you should be sitting down.”

Rocky glanced at the chair he’d just pulled Mal out of. “Not on that one, it’s too hard for you. I’ll put you on the couch.” Striding over to their large couch, he settled Mal on it. “Now you just sit there and I’ll…”

“Rocky, I’m not an invalid. I’m pregnant,” Mal protested as he went to stand up again. “I’m not even showing yet. I can get up and sit at the table with you.”

“You’ve been busy all day.” Rocky was quickly remembering all the things Ra did for Seth, and what Darwin did for Simon and…and… “You sit there, and I’ll get you dinner. Hmm, I offered you coffee or beer,” he wandered into the kitchen. “I don’t know if that is a good idea for you now, but oh, we have some juice in the refrigerator. Or milk. What else? The chicken wings should be fine although you’ll need extra portions…”

Rocky was on a mission to make sure his precious Mal would have the most effortless pregnancy in existence. He would see to it. “So was it yes to the milk?”

He had no idea why Mal was sighing.Must be because he’s tired,Rocky thought as he quickly collected the things Mal needed for a lovely dinner.

Chapter Eighteen

By the following week, Mal was enjoying a moment where he had the office to himself. Rocky, while adorable and Mal loved him dearly, had turned into the hoverer from hell.

Mal could put up with having his meals on the couch, because Rocky believed their perfectly useful dining chairs didn’t have enough padding for his butt.

He could accept that Rocky worried he might fall or cut himself with sharp objects, so he wasn’t allowed to even make a sandwich for himself anymore. Mal even ate Rocky’s mashed together sandwiches without complaint, even when the bread was covered in Rocky’s fingerprints. At least the hands were clean.

Mal didn’t have a problem with the baths Rocky ran for him every single night, although he grumbled to himself how Rocky never got in there with him.

And that was the biggest change Rocky had instigated – he refused to have sex with Mal “in case it damaged the babies.” When Mal protested, saying not even Rocky’s dick was that big, Rocky would just bend over, suck him off and then refuse to let Mal do anything for him in return.

It was infuriating. Annoying. Hurtful. Mal was starting to think somewhere along the line he’d ceased to be seen as a person and was just a baby incubator.

Which was why Rocky was being sent out on a lot more jobs than he was used to. Deputy Joe and Liam could probably guess something was going on – Mal told them both privately that he did not doubt their abilities to do their jobs. But the only way he could get five minutes peace from Rocky’s intense scent, that Mal’s cock seemed to think was an instant sex signal, was if hesent Rocky out to answer the many petty complaints the sheriff’s office dealt with every day.

Although he’ll be back soon.Mal sighed as he glanced at the clock. He’d told Rocky they could go to his next appointment with Doc together, if Rocky was back in the office in time. Mal had no doubt he would be.

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