Danger Zone - Chapter 242

Note: This chapter contains fluff and a flashback

Daime never want anything in this world but to have a family that he would cherished for the rest of his life. But there was something that changed in him that he only discovered after seeing Mischka with a round abdomen, carrying his pups in his dream.

See, Daime didn’t consider himself particularly kinky—but for some reason the idea of fucking into his husband and filling him with his seed for the sole purpose of knocking him up, drove him crazy.

Same goes for the image of Mischka heavy and swollen with children, whiny and hungry and needy, begging his dear sweet Alpha husband to go out and buy him ice cream that he’ll eat while Daime whispers sweet nothings to his ears.

Not that that’s the only reason the Alpha gets this primal urge to breed his husband occasionally—more and more, lately. He also wanted to start a family with the man he loves, the man he wanted to be with as they help guide their own flesh and blood through the world.

Well, now he wanted Mischka to be pregnant, the thing just started. And that thing caused the reason as to why the Alpha may or may not have a breeding kink.

The Alpha jolted and stopped the massage when Mischka lifted his head from the armrest and opened his eyes, leveling an inquisitive look at Daime.

“What are you thinking about, Alpha?”

Daime stared at those menacing eyes coming from the Omega as he shook his head and get the thought out of his mind as well.

“N-Nothing.”

Mischka leaned back again and gave Daime a hum as a response before asking him to continue rubbing his feet.

The Alpha did as he’s told.

They both stayed quiet for a bit—other than Mischka’s occasional moan, though they’ve grown progressively tamer—and now the Alpha couldn’t stop thinking about his little breeding fantasy.

He imagined his mate just like this, laid out on the couch, his stomach is big and round and he’s not as skinny anymore, his hips and arms and cheeks are fuller because the Alpha makes sure he’s eating well because he’s carrying their children so he needs the energy—

“Do you want to say something, Alpha?”

The Omega was looking at him again, eyes focused at the tiny glint in the Alpha’s eyes as if forcing Daime to tell him what was it.

“What, can I not admire my perfect, darling husband?”

He squinted his eyes as if he was in doubt whether the Alpha was telling him the truth or not. But of course, Mischka already knew that Daime was lying to him, the moment he caught him staring at his stomach as if he wanted to do something with it.

“Sure, baby Alpha. I believe you.”

Daime sensed a different meaning to every word he say because of the tone of his voice. It was menacing and alarming, making the Alpha irked on his seat and sweat tremendously.

“Tell me, Alpha. Tell your ever-curious perfect darling husband of an Omega of what you are thinking about.”

Daime gulped before shrugging the thought and what the Omega was talking about.

“Nothing. I just thought that you will look cute as a pregnant man.”

Mischka stopped from thinking what to tease to the Alpha. He looked at him once he heard what he just said. Eyes wide opened and staring straight at the Alpha massaging his feet.

“Oh, really?”

Daime nodded unconsciously while massaging his Omega’s feet. Humming a tune for a song before looking back at the Omega and smiled at him, being naive at what the Omega had planned.

From that day on, though, Mischka teased the Alpha relentlessly.

It began with the Omega casually pointing out anything baby-related when they’re out together, like when they were at the department store.

At first, it’s just the Omega looking at onesies with terrible puns on them and laughing, and then he took a baby blanket and wore it like an old-lady shawl, wrapping it around his back and draping it over his elbows before delivering a dramatic monologue about how he killed his rich husband.

The Alpha just laughed so hard that an employee asked them to leave.

The worst was when they’re at the mall and the Omega dragged him into a baby store. He held the black haired Alpha’s hand, Mischka’s other hand resting tenderly on the crook of Daime’s elbow.

The muddy brown haired Omega strolled around with him, stopping in front of cribs and toys and clothing, resting his head on the Alpha’s shoulder and talking about how he wanted their future kid’s room to have something just like this until an employee approached them and gushed about how cute they were.

The employee asked how far along Mischka was, and he said four months, purposefully jutting out his stomach a little as he rubbed it gently.

Then the employee turned to Daime and talked about how he’ll be such a great dad, seeing as he treated his omega so well, and the Alpha could barely respond because he’s fucking short-circuiting.

He didn’t even know what was going inside his Omega’s mind but he couldn’t get on with his plan. He wanted to know but there was no way for him to know if his Omega was being mysterious like this.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

The Omega stared at him with an innocent smile, wearing an apron that will make him bloated and pregnant.

“Making dinner. Why?”

Daime glared at his Omega as he pouted at the face of this innocent Omega in front of him. He inhaled a deep breath before saying anything else that will make the Omega pissed at some point.

“Stop being innocent and tell me what are you doing?”

Mischka looked at the Alpha with a mischievous glint in his eyes, like he’s daring him to say something. The black haired Alpha meet his gaze for a few seconds, then sighed. Now, he got it.

“You are doing this on purpose.”

The fierce Omega barked out laughing again, shaking with the force, and the Alpha pulled his hand away, frowning—the emotional whiplash hurt like a bitch.

“Awww, my poor Alpha. This Omega ish showwy.”

He pulled him into a hug, hooking his chin over the Alpha’s shoulder.

“Stop it.”

Mischka laughed as he went back to cooking dinner with the pregnant-looking apron. Making the Alpha pout like a baby and walked away, rethinking his life decision of marrying and mating with the Omega.