Gamers’ Omega (Gimme MMMMMore #5)

Chapter 11 - 2

~August~

My therapist crossed one leg over the other and adjusted his notepad on his lap. “You mentioned last time that you’ve only had penetrative sex a handful of times since your heat. Is that still the case?”

I swallowed and nodded. “I like it, but I still have to mentally prepare myself for it. I’m still scared that each time will be the time it hurts.”

He nodded. “That’s understandable. It’s hard to overcome deep-seated beliefs from only a handful of experiences. How are your mates handling it?”

I smiled. “They’re as considerate as they’ve always been. As far as they’re concerned, there are plenty of other ways to have sex. They care more about shared pleasure than the method.”

“That’s good. Giving you the space to do things on your terms is probably the best thing right now.”

I licked my lips. “I can’t even properly put into words how important that is to me.”

He laughed. “Maybe you can’t say it, but I understand. That kind of support is invaluable.” He paused. “Are you happy with your progress so far?”

I thought about the question, then nodded. “Part of me wants to initiate more, but the fear creeps back in.”

“I’m going to suggest following that desire for more, at least a little bit. Not every time, but fight the fear. Get those good experiences.”

I swallowed. “Ok.”

He nodded. “Switching gears. How are you feeling about your pregnancy? Any concerns that we need to address?”

I smiled, looked down, and rested my fingers on my stomach. “Not right now. I’m just happy to know my babies are in there.”

“Babies? That’s new information.”

My cheeks heated. “My first sonogram was last week. I’m having twins.”

“Congratulations. I remember you mentioning you wanted multiple.”

“Thank you.”

He paused. “Have you told your papa yet?”

I bit my lip. “Not yet. I want to, but…”

“You don’t want your sister knowing,” he concluded.

“Yeah.”

“It’s a difficult situation, but you mentioned wanting him to know. You’ve said you’re low-contact with him because of her and also indicated that your relationship with him is fine when she’s not around. Is there a way to let him know how important it is to you that she does not know?”

I sighed. “That’s the problem. I know he’ll be excited and want to talk about it. I want him to be excited, and it doesn’t feel fair to limit who he can celebrate with.”

“It might not feel fair, but you have the right to protect your peace. If you want him to know, then you’ll need to tell him that you don’t want him sharing that with her.”

“I know…”

He shifted in his seat. “Today’s session is almost over. I think what I’d like to address next time is how you’ll talk to your papa. I’d like you to come up with what you want to say, and we can work on a script for you to follow. I’ve only been working with you for a few months, but I’ve noticed you’re more confident when you have a plan. I’d like to get you that plan.”

I smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Good.”

A small chime sounded from his desk.

“That’s our time for today,” he stated. “Anything else you’d like for me to think about before next time?”

I shook my head. “Not that I can think of.”

He smiled. “Good. I’ll see you next week.”

“Next week,” I echoed as I stood.

He stood, shook my hand, then followed me to the door.

I waved to his receptionist as I headed out to my car.

My mates were waiting for me at home, and Beck had teased that a new game had arrived.

I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my evening.

∞∞∞

~November~

I shivered under the blankets.

I vaguely recalled kicking off most of the covers earlier because I’d been hot, but that was apparently before a cold front had moved in.

The heater seemed to be working hard, and I could hear the air through the vent. But that didn’t help when I had no way to retain that heat.

I shifted, trying to grab the covers I’d kicked off without waking anybody. Unfortunately, they’d moved out of reach.

“Eric?” Freddie mumbled as I inched my way down the mattress. “You ok?”

“Shit, sorry,” I whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I threw off the blankets because I was hot. Now I’m cold.”

He moved, somehow managed to snag the blankets I couldn’t reach, and pulled them over me again. Then he tugged me into his embrace.

“You are cold,” he whispered, rubbing my arms.

“I’ll be ok,” I protested. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You’re fine,” he said with a kiss to my back. Then he pressed an erection against my ass. “But what if I suggested a faster way to warm up?”

I moaned. My hormones had been raging, and my mates took full advantage of it to make me come as often as possible.

“Is that a yes?” he teased.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Can I fuck your thighs, or do you just want me to play with your cock?”

“Thigh-fucking sounds nice.”

He kissed my shoulder. “I thought you might say that. You’ve liked it a lot recently.”

“Feels good,” I mumbled, already starting to drift off again as the blankets warmed me.

He chuckled. “Are you sure you want it? It sounds like you’re about to fall asleep.”

I wiggled my ass against his cock. “It’ll help me sleep.”

“Mmm, well I guess that settles it.”

Freddie shifted—grabbing things from the headboard. First I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then the snick of the lube being opened.

“You’re wearing a condom?” I asked, spreading my legs so that he could slick up my thighs.

He kissed my shoulder. “Thought you might not want to sleep with cum on your legs or end up in a wet spot.”

“And the lube is ok?” I teased.

He laughed softly. “It’s easier to clean up, at least in my opinion. Most of the time you barely stir when I wipe it off.”

I chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Freddie spread the warmed lube on the inside of my thighs, spooned up behind me, then slid his cock between my legs.

I moaned softly. There was a thrill that went through me every time one of my alphas fucked my thighs. Their cocks were so close to my entrance, but I could still trust them to not enter me without previous discussion. It was also close enough that many of the same nerves were stimulated.

“Mmmm,” Freddie praised. “You have such nice fuckable thighs, Sweetheart.”

I shivered. I’d come to love the dirty praise.

Freddie started thrusting, then reached around and teased his fingers up and down my dick. “So hard, you need this, don’t you, Baby?”

“Yes,” I whined.

He kissed my shoulder, his lubed hand gliding along my dick. “I’m going to make you come fast, and I’m going to knot your pretty thighs.”

“Please,” I begged.

He chuckled and rolled his hips at the same time he tightened his grip on my dick.

This was bliss: my alpha sliding between my legs while stroking me. His fingers found the most sensitive spots on my shaft, and the pressure from his cock on my perineum and underside of my balls was exquisite.

“I can feel how close you are,” Freddie rumbled in my ear. “You’re trembling, right on the edge. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, alpha,” I breathed.

“Come for me, Baby. Let me know how good I make you feel.”

Freddie added a twist at the end of his strokes, and it was enough to tip me over. I let out a strangled whimper as I came into his cupped hand.

Freddie kept thrusting until my orgasm started to wane, then let out a low growl as his cock pulsed between my legs and his knot pressed against my perineum.

We were both still for several seconds as our pleasure faded, then he carefully reached for a tissue.

“I don’t know how you manage to do that,” I mumbled as he cleaned my cum from his fingers.

“Do what?”

“Keep my cum from spilling out of your hand.”

He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “Practice. Nobody likes to find a surprise wet spot. Feel better?”

I hummed and nodded, settling back against him.

“Sleep now, Sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’ll keep you cozy until morning.”

∞∞∞

~January~

I burst into laughter as I was led into the party room at our favorite barbecue place. It was decked out in the best and most ridiculous gaming themes.

Oversized D20 images in pastel pinks and blues were hung all over, right over phrases like Roll for Cuteness and Roll to Evade Diaper Change . What appeared to be a board game path with squares meandered along the wall, and I even spotted several tables set up with games for people to play at.

“Oh my God,” Tony laughed. “This is perfect, Micah.”

Micah grinned from where he stood near the dessert table and popped a hip. “As if I would let it be anything less.”

I waddled over and hugged my fellow omega. “Thank you. I don’t know how you managed to pull this off with three babies of your own though.”

“Of course!” he chirped. “Can’t let the alphas plan a baby shower, after all. As to how, that’s a secret!”

I laughed. “You might not have let them plan it, but I don’t think you could have picked anything they’d have loved more.”

He chuckled. “I know what those kids are in for. They’re either going to love family game night, or hate it.”

“I hope they love it,” Beck started. “I’ve already announced that I’m going to start reviewing kid-friendly games as they grow up.”

Micah laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”

Freddie handed me a cup of punch, then leaned in to kiss my temple. “Where do you want to sit?”

I looked around, then motioned to a table near the center of the room. “Over there. If I’m too close to the food, you’ll have to use a wheelbarrow to roll me out.”

He laughed and settled a hand on the small of my back. “Ok.” He guided me to the table and helped me sit. “Are you hungry, or do you want to greet people first?”

“Starving,” I replied. “But if I have food in front of me, I won’t be able to say hi to anybody. So I’m going to wait a few minutes.”

“Ok.”

Freddie’s phone sounded. He pulled it from his pocket, read something on the screen, and nodded to himself.

“Everything ok?” I asked.

He grinned. “Yep. I just have to step out for a minute to help somebody bring in a heavy gift. Will you be ok until I get back?”

I nodded. “I hope it’s not too big. We kept our list to mostly small things so people didn’t have to worry about large items.”

Freddie laughed. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.”

“Ok.”

I greeted people as they came in, giving half-hugs and allowing people to rub my baby bump. I grinned when I saw Owen walk in.

“Hey boss man,” I teased as he leaned in for his hug.

“You look about ready to pop,” he laughed. “How close are you?”

“Another month and a half,” I replied. “My due date is technically in early March, but it’ll likely be late February. My doctor doesn’t think I’ll go full-term.”

He shook his head. “Probably not. That’s why Micah had a scheduled C-section. It was too much strain on him towards the end.”

“Well, he had three. I’ve only got two.”

Owen nodded. “True, but multiples tend to arrive early anyway.”

“That’s what I’ve heard too.” I paused. “So how are things?”

“Good,” he replied with a grin. “We miss you at the restaurant though. Take all the time you need to recover and connect, but as soon as you want to pick up any shifts let me know. I’ll find a spot in the schedule.”

I nodded. “How’s the new kid working out?”

Owen shrugged. “A few hiccups, but they’re learning fast.”

“That’s good. Has Mandy managed to accidentally stop referring to them as ‘he’ yet?”

“For the most part. She still goofs now and then, but I caught her one time muttering almost anytime she was alone. ‘Tay is a they.’ It was cute.”

“And I think Tay knew it was never malicious. Mandy just had to adjust her thinking.”

He nodded, then glanced at the door. “I should let you say hi to more people.”

“Ok,” I replied.

He stepped aside and I turned to the next person approaching when I saw Freddie walk back through the door and hold it open for someone.

Time stopped and tears sprang to my eyes.

Papa…

I wiped my eyes, and when I opened them again, he was still there.

Papa…

“Help me up!” I demanded of anybody nearby. “Help me up!”

Owen laughed and offered an arm. “Up we go.”

I started waddling towards Papa as soon as I was on my feet. Then I was there, in his arms.

“Hey,” Papa murmured. “It’s ok, Baby Boy. I’m here.”

I sniffled. “How?” I whispered. “You said you couldn’t afford the plane tickets.”

“Your mates,” he explained. “They set everything up. I’m here for a week now, then another three in March to help with the babies.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I swallowed. “What… what about Danny?”

“She thinks they’re work trips.” He kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry, Baby Boy. She has no clue you’ve met your mates, or are about to be a papa. I’ve even had people help me set up privacy settings on social media so that I’ll only share photos with people I know won’t tell her.”

“Thank you.”

“I might not have been able to protect you then. But I can now. You’re both my babies, and I love you both, but I understand that the best thing for you is to be away from her. I’ll help you protect your peace.”

I chuckled. “I didn’t know you knew that phrase.”

“You used it when you called to tell me about the babies. It’s a good phrase, so I remembered it.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Papa rubbed my back a few times, then set his hands on my shoulders and took a step back. “Look at you,” he praised. “All grown up and about to have babies of your own. I’m so proud of the man you’ve become.”

He pulled me back against his chest. “I just wish I could have seen you more often.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come home to visit.”

He shook his head. “No. You had your reasons to stay away. I should have ignored Danny’s tantrums whenever I thought about going to see you.”

“I know how she is,” I murmured.

“That shouldn’t matter. She’s an adult, and has been for longer than you.” He hugged me tight. “No more though. She has to learn to let go. I know I can never make up for all the years I let her come between us, but I can do the right thing moving forward. I can help to heal the hurt I caused because I didn’t protect you enough from her.”

“I never blamed you,” I whispered. “I understood things were hard, and choices had to be made. You always loved us both so much.”

“I blame myself though. I didn’t know how much she hurt you until it was too late. That’s something I can never forgive myself for. And I’m so sorry.”

Tears were streaming down my face as he stepped back again. Papa reached up and wiped them away.

“I love you so much, Baby Boy.” He paused and blew out a long breath. “Now, we have a whole week to catch up, and your friends have thrown you an amazing party. Let’s celebrate your love and your babies, and we can have all the tears we need later. Ok?”

I laughed. “Ok.”

He pulled me into another hug. “Oh, it’s so good to see you though. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He released me. “Ok. I’ve met your Freddie, but not the rest of your mates. At least not face-to-face. Introduce me to the men who’ve made you so happy.”

I grinned as I tugged Papa towards where Freddie, Ian, Tony, and Beck had assembled, ready to let him meet my mates.

Having my Papa there was the best shower present I could have asked for.

∞∞∞

~February~

I grumbled, braced one hand on my lower back, and attempted to stretch.

“Everything ok?” Ian asked. “You’ve been pacing for a bit and look uncomfortable.”

“My back’s sore. I think one of the kids is against it.”

“Do you want me to rub your back?”

“Would you, please?”

“Of course.” He pulled the ottoman close to the couch and helped me sit.

“Ok, Sweetheart. Get as comfy as you can.”

I leaned forward as much as my belly would allow, giving him access to my lower back.

Ian shifted behind me, then rubbed a gentle circle along the small of my back. “Here?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“Harder?”

“Yes.”

I moaned as he increased the pressure and hit just the right spot.

“There?” he asked with a laugh.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Ok. Let me know if I need to change spots or anything.”

I made a noise of agreement as he continued rubbing my sore back.

“Just think,” Ian murmured. “Soon those babies will be in your arms. The doctor said they’re in position and could come any day now.”

I smiled.

“You’re about to be a papa,” he continued.

“Papa…” I echoed.

“Better?” he asked as he eased off my back.

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Sweetheart.”

I sat upright again, but immediately doubled over and gasped from a sharp pain.

“Eric?” Ian asked.

I blinked several times and fought to catch my breath. “I-I think somebody punched something.”

There was a beat of silence, then, “I don’t think that was a punch.”

“Huh?”

“You’re getting a wet spot. Unless that back rub really turned you on…”

I shifted, then groaned at the wetness.

Ian walked around to my front. “Come on. I’ll draw you a bath.”

“Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?”

Ian helped me up, then kissed me gently. “Probably. But wouldn’t you prefer to feel clean? I’ll call the nurse line while you’re in the tub.”

I followed him to the bathroom and watched him start the water. He helped me undress while the tub filled, then eased me in.

“Just relax, Sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’m going to let Beck know so he can call the others, call the nurse line, then I’ll be back.”

“Ok.”

I leaned back and closed my eyes. The warmth felt good until I had another contraction. I was still breathing through it when Ian returned.

He knelt beside the bath and ran his hand up and down my back. “Contraction?”

I nodded.

“That means the babies are coming.”

I let out a laugh. “I’d appreciate it if they'd do it without hurting me.”

He laughed, then leaned in to kiss me. “The nurse line said to come in when you’re ready. They also said a bath is fine, but to just rinse. No soap.”

“Ok,” I replied as I relaxed again. “Time the contractions?”

He nodded and pulled out his phone. “Close enough, or start it after the next one?”

“Go ahead.”

Ian swiped at his phone, then set it on the counter. “Timer started.”

“Thank you.”

There was a knock at the door, then Beck poked his head in. “Freddie and Tony are on their way. I’m going to put the bags in the car.”

Ian nodded. “Thanks.”

“Eric?” Beck asked.

“Hmm?”

“Do you want or need anything not already in the bags?”

I shook my head.

“Ok.” He paused. “One more thing.”

“Hmm?”

I opened my eyes to see Beck holding out his phone to Ian, who pressed the speakerphone icon.

“How’re you doing, Baby Boy?” Papa asked through the tinny speaker.

I sniffled. My mates thought of everything. “They just started, but contractions suck.”

“They’ll get worse. You can get an epidural once you get to the hospital though. It hurts, but once it’s all done you’ll get to meet your babies.”

I licked my lips. “I’m scared, Papa.”

“That’s normal. You’re about to be responsible for two brand new lives. But you’re not alone. You’ve got your mates, and I’m a phone call away until I get there. We all believe in you too.”

“Thank you.”

Papa started humming, and I couldn’t help but smile. It was a song he’d always sung when I got hurt as a kid.

“Pain, pain, go away,” I sang softly. “Let my baby play again.”

“That’s right. And soon you’ll be singing that to your babies when they scrape their knees.”

“Thanks, Papa,” I sniffled.

“Your Beck said you’ll be headed to the hospital soon. Do you want me to stay on the phone until you leave?”

I ran my hand through the water. “I need to get out of the bath and dressed. I don’t think I’ll be good company.”

“So that’s a yes?” he teased.

I smiled. “I’ll let you go. We’ll let you know as soon as the babies are born though.”

“Ok.” There was a pause. “You’ve got this, Baby Boy.”

“Thanks, Papa.”

“I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

The call disconnected and Ian set the phone aside.

“You look calmer,” he murmured.

“It was good to talk to Papa.”

He reached into the tub and squeezed my knee. “Good.” He then dipped his hand into the water. “Let me warm it for you. That way you can relax until Freddie and Tony are home. Then we’ll get you ready to go to the hospital.”

“Ok.”

Ian let out some water, then added more hot. The warmth immediately seeped into me.

We sat in comfortable silence. His presence was more reassuring than any words. It was only my next contraction that broke the spell.

“Ten minutes,” he said softly.

I nodded and forced myself to relax again. Soon I could hear noises from the hall as the others arrived home.

Ian leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to go talk to everybody, then I’ll be back to help you out.”

“Mm-hmm.”

I listened to the footsteps in the hall as my mates went back and forth between the garage and the house. I couldn’t make out words, but the tones of their voices were measured.

None of my mates were freaking out. They were doing what they did best: communicating with each other so that everybody was on the same page.

I loved them so much.

There was a knock at the door. I opened my eyes to see Ian walking in. He glanced at his phone on the counter.

“Do you want to wait for your next contraction?” he asked. “Or do you want to get out now?”

“How long?” I replied.

He shrugged. “Probably a minute or two. It’s too soon to know if they’re regular yet.”

“Wait,” I answered.

He nodded and took a seat on the lidded toilet. “Everything’s ready as soon as you are.”

“How are you all so calm?”

He laughed. “Oh, Sweetheart, I’m not calm. I’m panicking inside. My mind is racing, wondering if I forgot something, worried that I won’t be a good dad. But that doesn’t help you, and right now, you’re my focus.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Really. And I’d be willing to bet that the others are much the same. Our lives are about to change. That’s a terrifying thing. But it becomes a lot less scary if I only look at what needs to be done right now. One step at a time, you know?”

I considered his words, then nodded.

Ian smiled.

The noise outside the bathroom stopped. My mates were waiting for me.

There was a knock at the door, then Tony stepped in, a towel draped over his arm. “It’s nice and warm, and I’ve got another still in the dryer if it gets cold before you’re ready.”

I sniffled. These wonderful men were about to be dads to our babies.

As if summoned by the thought of my mates being dads, my next contraction tore through me, making me double over.

Ian took my hand and breathed with me. “You’ve got this, Sweetheart.”

I slumped back against the tub once it was over and caught my breath. I nodded after a minute. “I’m ready.”

“Ok,” Ian replied. He pulled the plug to let the water out at the same time he turned the faucet on. He checked the temperature, then helped me up. Once I was standing he used the shower head to rinse me off.

Tony stepped in and wrapped me in the warm towel as soon as I was out of the tub, and tears sprang to my eyes again when I saw that Beck and Freddie had my most comfortable sweats, shirt, and a robe ready for me to wear to the hospital.

I had the best mates.

∞∞∞

I was sore everywhere.

Everywhere.

My shoulders ached, my middle was a ball of ugh, and my legs protested as if I’d tried to run a marathon. My chest felt raw from my first attempts at feeding while waiting for my milk to start flowing right.

Even my toes hurt. I didn’t know why my toes hurt, but Ian told me that I’d been curling them when I’d been pushing, so I could only assume that was the cause.

And it was all worth it.

Twenty hours of labor.

Worth it.

I had two beautiful and healthy babies: Emelia and Dale.

We could already tell that Emelia had inherited Freddie’s heterochromia. We didn’t know for sure what the final shades would be, but her eyes were clearly going to be different colors.

Our son, Dale, had Beck’s thick black hair and rounder features. We thought his eyes were going to lighten to my hazel ones, but couldn’t be sure yet.

“I’ve got food!” Tony announced, breezing into the room with bags of sub sandwiches.

“Gimme!” I demanded, making grabby hands.

He laughed and dug through the bags. “Your cold-cut sandwich,” he said as he passed it over.

I tore away the paper as I took the sandwich from him, and salivated at the sight of processed meats. “Come to Papa.”

I moaned as I tasted the food I’d been craving for months, but had avoided because of the pregnancy diet.

Ian laughed. “A sound like that makes me worry that that sandwich might be better than sex.”

“Not better, but damn close,” I replied before taking another bite.

Tony finished handing out the food, and soon all of us—except our sleeping babies—were eating.

“These are good sandwiches,” Freddie stated.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “The lady at the info desk recommended them. I guess they’re popular with both the staff and patients.”

“Well, it was a good rec,” Ian said.

“Mm-hmm,” I agreed.

The small hitching noise that preceded a cry caught our attention, then Emelia broke out into newborn wails.

“I’ve got her,” Beck said. “You all keep eating.”

Beck carefully lifted our daughter from her bassinet and cradled her to his chest. He patted her bottom but seemed to decide that her diaper was fine. Then he started swaying and speaking softly to her. It was almost surprising how quickly he had her settled again.

Then he came close enough that I could hear what he was saying. “...and your brother are going to have so much fun when you get older. It’s all new and scary right now, but your daddies will protect you. And we’ll always help you find the joy in the world.”

And he was right. It was the shared love of play that had brought me closer to my mates. They hadn’t won me over with huge romantic gestures but through fun. Laughter and shared moments showed me what our everyday could look like.

They won me over through trust and communication, values I knew they’d pass on to our children.

Beck was right. There were so many days of joy and fun in the years to come, and I couldn’t imagine a better life ahead of me.