“What do you want me to do to help?” I threw the ball right back into his court. He’d been grumpy the past couple of days, the baby deciding to sit on nerves they should be leaving alone. Although, given how big my mate hadgotten, the odds were good that they had no choice and they’d simply just run out of room.

“I want to see my dick.” He stomped his foot. “I can barely even reach it and I was… you know.”

And that was the problem, my poor mate needed to come. He’d been so uncomfortable lately that we hadn’t been acting as mates did. He had to really need relief.

“I got you, omega mine.”

I stripped off my clothing and climbed in the shower with him. “When you called me, I was scared that you fell.” I cupped his cheek. “Did you want to jerk off?”

He nodded.

“And did you want to jerk off because you were hard but you weren’t able to take care of it?”

He lowered his head slightly. “Maybe?”

“Did you want me to help with that?”

“Maybe?” he said even softer.

“Look at me, omega mine.” I tilted his head up slightly with a finger under his chin. “Do you know what I love almost as much as I love you and our growing family?”

He shook his head slightly.

“Watching you come.” I gave him a peck. “Let me?”

“It’s so embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not. You are growing our baby in there.” I placed my hands on his middle. “And you’ve dealt with everything from puking to back spasms to having to pee every half hour like a champ. And now? Now you can’t jack off—let’s face it, that’s more than any man should have to give up.”

That earned me a chuckle. Good.

“Do you want to come here, or in bed?” I wasn’t sure how stable he was on his feet or how comfortable he’d be laying down and I wanted to let him decide.

“Here. I can use the bars.” I’d had them installed when he started to have trouble with his balance and I thought he would hate them. And maybe he would’ve if we hadn’t found creative ways to use the bars while getting it on. I think the only regret over them was the regret of not having them sooner.

“Okay, omega mine, get the way you will be most comfortable and I’ll grab the lube.” It meant getting out of the shower, but it would be worth it.

We kept all of our normal shower items on the counter now, only bringing in the ones we needed. Too many times poor Daire knocked something over and had to figure out how to pick it up or call me for help. This was easier… and colder and I scurried over to get our water friendly lube.

Back under the hot water, Daire was gripping both bars, his one leg up on the shower seat. He might be huge, but he was still as flexible as could be. “I thought you could reach better this way.”

At least the embarrassment was over.

Popping the top and dribbling some down, I slicked up my fingers, and stepped in close, coating his cock and then wrapping my hands around his now growing erection.

I slowly pumped him, telling him how sexy he was, how much I loved making him come, and how hard he was making me. It didn’t take long before he was exploding in my hand, the water washing it down the drain.

We got cleaned up and I dried him off, kissing paths where I dried and praising him each step of the way.

“You look sleepy.” I took his hand in mine. “Want to take a nap?”

“Yes, please.” He yawned deeply.

Climbing into bed together, he snuggled up to me in not quite a little spoon, but the spirit of spooning was there. I held him close as he dozed off, and I fell asleep quickly after.

When I awoke, the room was dark and my mate was no longer beside me. I was still sleepy and had he been there, I’d have already gone back asleep, but with him not in the room, I opted to get out of bed to find him and make sure everything was okay.

Everything was not okay.