Naughty Elf: Humbug (Santa’s Naughty Elf Mates)

Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

G avin was starting to show.

It had been pretty easy to settle into a routine of forgetting that Gavin had taken a pregnancy test and told him that male elves could get pregnant. The morning sickness had eased off some. Only certain scents set him off.

Gavin got tired more easily, and he was a little more emotional at times, but really…

And after the first time he’d asked and Gavin had laughed hysterically, he’d never brought up going to the doctor again. Baxter guessed that was kind of stupid. What doctor wouldn’t keel over in shock with a pregnant man who was physically male at birth?

But he did worry about stuff like prenatal care when he thought too hard about it.

Which he just wasn’t doing.

But Bax woke up with Gavin’s butt snuggled back against his cock, and he ran his hand down over Gavin’s chest and belly, and there was a distinct…bump.

A baby bump.

Wow.

“Mmm. Hey.”

“Hey, love.”

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Gavin asked, hand covering his.

“You’re starting to show.” And that made it real somehow. Far more real than the pregnancy test, which he’d tucked away in the box it came in, stuck deep in a dresser drawer.

“Uh-huh. Good thing it’s the Fourth this weekend. I really want to go to the big picnic, but I won’t be able to go out much longer without people noticing.”

“Yeah…” He blinked. “So about that.”

“What?”

“What are you—we—going to do?” He and Gavin did a date night at least twice a month.

“Well, luckily, I work from home and we do get Amazon deliveries here. I’ll hang out until the baby is born.”

“And then what do we tell people?”

“When we have a baby? That one of our relatives had her and gave her to us because they couldn’t keep her.”

“I guess that could work.”

“It will. And if I can get a hold of him, I know someone who can make sure she has all the paperwork.”

He nuzzled the back of Gavin’s neck. “Santa?”

“Nope. My bestie, Stardust. He’s an amazing forger.”

“Oh.” Wow. An elf forger. Well, he assumed Stardust was an elf… God, listen to him.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ll have to get a hold of Cupid to see if he knows where Stardust was sent. Santa didn’t approve of his little hobby.” Gavin chuckled, tracing lines on the back of his hand. Then he wiggled. “Bax?”

“Hmmm?” His cock started firming right up from the contact.

“I’m horny.”

That was one of the very best things about the hormones raging through Gavin and the morning sickness being mostly gone. Gavin kept crawling into his lap and humping him. Sucking him. Riding him.

It was amazing.

“I could totally get with that,” Bax murmured. He did love touching Gavin, kissing him. Fucking him silly. He wasn’t sure how he felt about some of the other stuff Gavin brought with him, but he was sure about this.

“Oh good.” Gavin twisted around, arms going around his neck, lips finding his.

“Mmm.” He kissed Gavin back, deep and strong, his cock rising hard and hot and ready, his knot swelling. And he knew Gavin was wet for him. His lover was always ready for him in a heartbeat. That slick, tight hole was heaven on earth.

Gavin climbed up to straddle him, and he made sure Guffy wasn’t in the room before he grabbed Gavin’s butt, squeezing. “You going to ride me, love?”

“Oh, yes. As long as you plan to knot me.” Gavin grinned down at him, green eyes sparkling, and he chuckled, joining in the joy of the moment.

He still had no idea what to do about Gavin starting to show, but he decided that right at the moment, he just didn’t care.

Gavin finally gave in about a week after the Fourth of July and emailed his dads.

He didn’t call, because while Santa had sent the phone, he was worried about calling the North Pole. The phone was meant for business, and Santa had told him he was on his own for a year.

And it was easier to tell his dads he was pregnant over email.

And that he wanted to get checked out by a doctor just to make sure all was well.

And that he needed to get a hold of Stardust…

He shut the computer down and went back to cleaning, and he didn’t think anything about it until about ten thirty that night when Bax was in the shower and he was putting the last few touches on a tray of flooded cookies that he would ship out in a few days.

That was when he heard the thud of something landing in the yard, and Guffy set up a deep-throated, stranger-danger barking.

He jumped a good foot. “Guffy! You almost scared the pee out of me!” And these days, if he needed to go, he needed to go now.

He peered out the kitchen window, squinting through the dark, and he saw a sleigh with a reindeer yoked to it, his alpha dad and one of the doctors he knew from the infirmary climbing out of it.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That’s soo cool. Come on, Guff.” He ran to the back door, grinning so wide his face hurt. He threw the door open, waiting for his dad to come give him hug.

His dad smelled like cinnamon and pine, like he always did, and he leaned in, teetering on the edge of sobbing.

“Dad.”

“Hey, love.” Dad hugged him hard. “Pop would have come, but it’s just a two-seater, and I brought Doc.”

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He sniffled. “Santa said I was a bad elf!”

“I know.” Dad’s jaw tightened. “We talked about it.” He looked down at Guffy, and his smile returned. “Who is this?”

“Sir Guffy.”

Dad knelt. “Hello, pup.”

Guffy snuffled, then licked his dad.

Doc came creaking up to the porch. “Is there tea?”

“Of course. Come on in.” He peered at the reindeer. “Is that Hopper?”

“Yes.”

“Come on in, Hop!” he called. “I’ll get you a robe.”

“Love?” Bax came out from the hall in his jammies, drying his hair. “You okay—hey! What the hell?”

“Bax. This is my Dad, Hamish. Dad, Baxter Killian. And this is Doc Andersen.”

The back door breezed open again, Hopper making his way in naked, his brawny, tanned bod hot as always. “Whoops. Hey, you got that robe?”

“And this is Hopper. He pulled the sleigh. Let me get it for you, man.” Humbug ran to get the robe, coming back to find Hopper hiding behind Dad while Doc unpacked his stuff.

Bax stood there, staring at them while Guffy moved back and forth, dancing and wagging and drooling.

“Thanks, bud.” Hopper slipped into the big, fuzzy robe that was one of Bax’s old ones. He didn’t wear it anymore.

Baxter raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hopper is a shifter. So if he didn’t expect to come in, he didn’t bring clothes.”

“You took a pregnancy test?” Doc barked. He didn’t like to travel.

“Of course. And—” He raised his shirt. “Baby bump.”

Doc pursed his lips. “You should have called me in sooner.”

“I was waiting for?—”

“Me.” Bax crossed his arms. “I’ve been struggling with believing all…this.” He waved a hand at Dad and Doc and Hopper. “I guess this is my definitive proof.”

“I guess it is.” That was Dad, glaring a little.

“Dad,” he singsonged. “This is my ma-ate.”

“And so far, I am not impre-essed.”

Humbug rolled his eyes. “Who wants a cookie?”

“Do you have ones that aren’t spoken for?” Bax asked, rubbing his back.

“Yeah. I messed up a bunch.” His hands had shaken while he was doing the unicorn horns, so he’d had to redo a batch. He always made extra.

“I’d love to try them,” Dad said.

“Sit down,” Doc growled.

“I want cookies,” Hopper said. “I turboed down here.”

“I’ll get the cookies,” Bax said. “You meet with the doctor.”

“Doc would like tea.”

“I’ll put the kettle on.” Bax moved around the kitchen, and Humbug winked at his dad.

“Sit down, Humbug.”

“Yessir.” He sat and let Doc help him pull off his shirt. Doc had the stethoscope and the tongue depressors. He also had magic hands, and that was what he used to examine Humbug.

“Everything seems fine, kiddo,” Doc said. “Where is that tea?”

“That’s it?” Bax plonked some mugs down on the counter. “You feel him up and that’s all?”

“Mr. Killian.” Dad stared at Bax. “Doc is perfectly proficient. He’s been doing this for two hundred years.”

Bax blinked a lot, then snorted. “Right.”

“Two hundred and thirty-eight,” Doc grunted out. “I got my medical when I was thirty.”

“Dude, Doc, you’re old.”

“I miss Cupid,” Doc said.

“Yeah, well, he mated up some roe deer shifter from Scotland.” Hopper grabbed a cookie and had at the unicorn’s horn with a crunch.

“I thought Christmas people were nice,” Bax murmured.

“We are, but we also run the biggest delivery system in the world. We’re not soft.” That was Doc. “He’s fine. A little anemic.”

“A lot of the high-iron foods make me puke,” Humbug admitted.

“What about cereal?”

“Oh. I can eat that?”

“As long as it’s fortified.”

“I’ll get some,” Bax said. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Corn Flakes, Special K, or Shredded Mini Wheats,” Doc said. “Tea.”

“Right.”

Humbug put his shirt back on, then grabbed a cookie for his dad. “Cinnamon sugar cookie flavor.”

“Thanks, Bug. So, your mate, hmm. Santa will be pleased.”

“He can suck?—”

“Bug.”

“A candy cane. He sent me here as a doll! Said I would go back to being a doll if I didn’t get with my mate! And that’s not nice to Bax, either. He should have some choice.”

“I do have a choice,” Bax said. “I’m getting there.”

“Well, I don’t want you to keep me because you’re coming around to the idea of a baby.”

“I said the L word already,” Bax said. “And I knot you every chance I get.”

“I know.” He walked over to put his head on Bax’s chest. “But I need you to know it all.”

“Maybe you should come up to Christmas Village before you get too big to travel, Bug. Show the big guy here around. Meet Pop.”

“Oh. I don’t—Am I allowed?”

“I asked you to come visit me, not to come back to work.”

He grinned slowly. “Right.”

“If you think I’m hauling all of you in a two-seater, you’re nuts.” Hopper munched another cookie.

“You can take Doc back tonight and send a four-seater with a double team for us tomorrow night.”

“I can do that,” Hopper said. “Doc, you just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

“After I have this tea. And a couple of these lovely cookies.”

Humbug laughed, leaning on his mate. Bax was about to get a trial by fire when it came to believing.

He just hoped it didn’t freak him out too much.