(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 557: A difficult conversation, out of love (suggestive)
Andrew wondered if any of the rooms in this place had been marked safe from the terror that Maxwell and Andrew had inflicted on this house.
They’d been everywhere, fucked on everything, and that realisation should have made Andrew embarrassed. Instead, there was a small part of him that overwhelmed the embarrassment with...pride.
There was no way that Maxwell wasn’t carrying their child now.
It was obvious. He’d made the man cum a lot when he was fucking him. Any baby would be pleased with that. Hell, he might have even put two babies in Maxwell.
A handful, of course, but Andrew would take the time off to support his hubby. He’d be a stay at home dad in a heartbeat if it meant that Maxwell would carry his children. He’d do anything for the man.
Anything to the man as well.
"Are you sad that we’re leaving, Baby?" Maxwell asked, pressed against his chest as they stood in the living room, looking out at the beautiful day before them. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and their flight left in a few hours. They didn’t have to rush now that they were taking a private jet.
"A little." Andrew admitted. He held Maxwell tightly against his chest, bending his head to bury his nose in his hair, inhaling his scent. "But I’m also excited to share the news of our bonding with our families, go back to school, and check on the progress of our honeymoon." Andrew whispered. He felt Maxwell stir at his words.
"Progress? You’re so certain that it took." Maxwell sounded amused, his words slightly muffled by Andrew’s clothes. Andrew let out a deep sound of contentment, smirking.
"We did a sperm check, remember? I’ve got good swimmers, Maxy, and I met the criteria for everything to stick. I’m anxious to see how well." Andrew admitted, before he swallowed. "We never...we never discussed what would happen if you miscarried." Andrew spoke softly, the words feeling dangerous leaving Andrew’s lips.
Maxwell squeezed his arms tighter around Andrew’s middle, turning his face to bury it into his chest. Andrew felt his soft exhale against his clothes, soaking it in. He rubbed his face there for a moment, and Andrew let the silence hang between them.
"If it happens, it happens." Maxwell said finally. "I won’t blame you, but..." Andrew waited, letting him think it through. "I’ll probably be upset." He admitted. Andrew squeezed him.
"I’ll be there if it does." Andrew told him. "I’ll always be there. I’m sorry. I know we were just speaking about something happy, but I just-"
"You wanted to make sure that we had a plan." Maxwell finished. "I understand. I’m the same. I’ve been...kind of ignoring the chance of it happening." Maxwell admitted. "It’s hard to look at. Especially with..." Neither of them spoke, but they both of them knew who they were thinking about.
Amir was both of their most recent encounters with someone who’d had a miscarriage. Both of them knew how terrible it had been for Amir. How much he had wanted a baby, and how hard it had been on him when he’d lost his first child.
It had affected Maxwell in ways that the man wasn’t even aware of, Andrew was sure of it. When Maxwell spoke next, Andrew was sure that he was quietly coming to terms with his feelings on it.
"I...I feel bad saying that I don’t want to react like Amir." Maxwell admitted. "But I don’t know if I can say that I won’t. I don’t think I’ll miscarry. I think I’ll be better than that." Maxwell tilted his head up, meeting Andrew’s gaze. His blue eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions, a cross between guilt and sorrow. "Is that wrong of me to say?" He asked softly.
Andrew sighed softly, looking down at the man in his arms.
"I don’t think it’s wrong, not really, but I do think that neither of us will know unless it happens." Andrew said softly. He exhaled. "And...if you do get like Amir, know that there is no shame in it. It would be a loss for both of us." Andrew told him. "I’ll support you through it. You’re the one doing all the hard work with the hormones and carrying the child to term. I’ll be the arms that will hold you, support you, comfort you." Andrew said.
Andrew felt Maxwell’s pheromones shift around him, hugging him with an invisible force that made Andrew feel loved on a deep level. Added to it was the fact that no one else could feel these pheromones, it was an extra special moment for him.
"You’re going to be a great Dad." Maxwell’s soft words were a full gut punch to Andrew.
"Maxy." Andrew’s voice was emotional.
"I’m so glad that you’re my mate. I wouldn’t want anyone else." It was something that Maxwell had said before, but it felt deeper this time. Harder. More heartfelt.
"You’re breaking my heart here, Maxy." Andrew whispered softly.
"You started it." Maxwell muttered. "How else was I supposed to respond when you said all of that mushy stuff? With a thank you? Our babies are going to be so loved by you and I-" Maxwell cut off, letting out a shaky breath. His eyes were watering and he darted his gaze away, his expression hardening as he tried to prevent himself from crying.
Andrew pressed a kiss against the top of his head, supporting him. Maxwell let out a shaky exhale.
"Damn it. I’m going to be a damn mess pregnant with your child. I just know it. Your emotions are going to rub off on me." Maxwell muttered angrily. Andrew let out a laugh.
"I’ll support you through it. After all, I’m the expert on being emotional here." Andrew told him warmly. Maxwell muttered louder.
"How the hell are you going to be able to help me if I break down crying in a board meeting? I’ll be horrified. They’ll be horrified. Everyone will be horrified." Maxwell sounded troubled but Andrew thought it was adorable that he was worrying about something like this.
"Angel, you’ll get both kinds of mood swings. That includes anger. You can just weaponize it. And also, who the hell would dare blame a pregnant omega? If someone does, point me in their direction. I’ll deal with them." Andrew said it with a smile, but a dark thing unfurled in his stomach.
Anyone who would dare mess with his family, his mate? They would be unforgiven.
Maxwell sniffed, sighing as he hugged Andrew tighter before stepping back, wiping at his eyes.
"Alright. I understand. Let’s stop talking about this or else I’m going to get more worked up. Have we packed up everything? Are we ready to go?" Maxwell asked, trying to turn into his professional self. Andrew didn’t make fun of him for it. Instead, he let the man focus and pull himself together.
He just kissed him on the cheek, his smile warm as he looked down at the smaller man.
"Of course. I believe I’ve packed everything that we came with. Do you want to go check our bags to make sure?" Andrew asked and the smaller man nodded. Andrew grinned, following him as he headed out of the living room and for the stairs. It was his pleasure to watch the man climb the stairs, his perfect ass on display for Andrew’s viewing pleasure.
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Of course Andrew had made sure to pack everything away, of course it was just an excuse for the two of them to have one last love-making session in the bedroom. After their conversation in the living room, this time was a completely different beast.
It was slow, caring, full on missionary sex. The kind that had Maxwell pretended to hate when he first started dating Andrew but that Andrew knew that he loved. They spent the whole time kissing, their breaths, tongues and teeth mingling in a passionate mess of emotions.
It made pleasure shoot down Andrew’s spine, his cock finding the sweet warmth of the man under him scalding hot. It was like Maxwell was hugging him on all sides. With his ass, his arms, his legs. Andrew just showered Maxwell with his own affection.
He made sure that each thrust was deep, sliding against that powerful bundle of nerves inside of Maxwell that made him squirm. Andrew couldn’t even tell what was his moan and what was Maxwell’s, their pheromones so intermixed that Andrew didn’t want the moment to end.
When they came, it was together. Both of them moaning into the other’s mouth as they came, swallowing each other’s pleasure.
Maxwell’s eyes were soft, watery, filled with emotion and Andrew was sure he was looking at the man with the same deep love.
They laid in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other as they calmed down, taking their time with each other. It was the perfect way to end their honeymoon. Holding each other, caring for each other before the world snuck back into their lives.
Andrew’s school, Maxwell’s company, they own everyday issues and concerns.
Andrew hadn’t lied when he said that he was excited to be back in their everyday life, especially now that nothing had changed in their love for each other, but everything was changing in small ways.
He was also excited to hear what had happened in the two weeks he had been gone. He knew that the Beckett family and the Proctor family probably did not take Andrew’s father trying to interfere with his wedding well.
He wondered how afraid they would be to tell him what happened to them, and what they had done to them. Had the Beckett family let the authorities handle the situation? Or had they let their old ’habits’ come out to play?
