Micah had missed that bed. He’d been sleeping in his own the past two weeks, but without the elm and juniper scents... it hadn’t felt like home anymore. “I thought of something for when you return to Denver, Kai.”
Both brothers looked up.
“Take the sheets from my bed,” Micah said. At their puzzled stares, he continued, “We’ll drape them on your bed, and spend a couple nights on them. That way, when you bring them back with you, it’ll have all our scents.”
“I love it,” Spike said. “Make sure there’s some come stains, too. Better do it ten times to be sure.”
Kai shook his head. “Gods, Spike, you’re hopeless.”
But he was smiling, a faint blush on his cheeks. Micah had caught Kai staring at the bonding mark on his wrist, rubbing the one on his neck, as though he didn’t quite believe that Micah and Spike had really bonded with him.
So Micah stepped over, nudging Kai’s arm. “We’ll really miss you, you know. Spike and I really appreciated those video calls.”
“We’ll need to do some sex calls,” Spike said. “Where Kai tells me how to fuck you, and then he can jerk off to it on his end.”
Micah was about to nudge him, too, but Kai beat him to it. “Or maybe I can have Micah fuck you the way I want to,” Kai said, a slow smile creeping up his lips. “That’ll make you shut up for a bit.”
Spike grinned, elbowing Kai again. Then he dragged Kai in for a kiss, and Micah watched as they fought for dominance, all teeth and tongue and strong fingers tugging on hair.
In the end, it didn’t matter who dominated who, when they broke the kiss with smiles on their faces, and a warmth in their eyes that made Micah’s heart thump. Then they both turned to Micah, grinning. “Ready to move the bed?”
This was part of his life now. It was far more than what he’d foreseen for himself a year ago. “I am,” Micah said, grabbing the pillows off the bed.
“Maybe you should sit down.” Spike glanced at Micah’s belly.
Micah frowned. “I can still walk, you know.”
“Don’t wanna risk the baby,” Kai added, sliding his arm around Micah’s waist, stroking Micah’s side, where his belly met his hip.
“Maybe if you tie some pillows to your belly,” Spike conceded. “That way, just in case you somehow fall and Kai and I aren’t there to catch you, you’ll have a huge cushion.”
Micah rolled his eyes. “No, Spike. I can walk. I’ve been doing fine all the way up until now.”
Spike looked sheepish. Kai glanced at Micah’s belly again, looking hesitant. So Micah asked, “Do you want to talk to your baby, Kai? She’s right here.”
Kai glanced at Spike, panicking. Spike had murmured against Micah’s belly that morning, and Kai had kept a wary distance. But now Kai looked ready to give it a try.
Slowly, he approached Micah, kneeling at Micah’s feet. “You’re really okay with this,” Kai said, tugging up Micah’s shirt.
“Are you okay with it?” Micah asked, his heart warm. “You don’t have to, you know. Not until you’re ready.”
Kai blew out a breath. “I’m flying back tomorrow. Doesn’t matter when I actually feel ready.”
Micah brushed his fingers through Kai’s hair, admiring his courage. He couldn’t believe this alpha was really his. “Then go ahead.”
Spike came to kneel next to Kai, tangling their fingers. “I’m here for moral support,” Spike said, leaning against his brother. “It’s our baby, Kai.”
Kai slanted a dubious look at Spike. “And you’re ready?”
“No.” Spike laughed, squirming. “I’m still afraid I’ll fuck up. But I’d rather be here so Micah can tell me where I’m going wrong.”
“The first baby is the most difficult,” Micah said, really to comfort them. Except they both turned to him in horror.
“You want another?” Spike asked.
“Maybe after we get used to this one,” Kai said.
Micah laughed. “I mean, I’ve already had York. This isn’t my first.”
But if this pregnancy went well... was it possible for Micah to have another child? Was it worth the risk? Micah rubbed his belly, loving when his baby girl kicked. “Oof.”
“It’s okay if she kicks you,” Spike told Kai. “She won’t break your teeth.”
Kai sighed exasperatedly. “Thanks, bro.”
Spike laughed. “Anytime.”
But slowly, Kai leaned in, pressing a kiss to Micah’s belly. Then he said, “Hey,” and his voice rumbled through Micah’s skin. “I’m... your dad. The other, other one. Sorry I haven’t said hi until now.”
Spike flushed with pride; Micah felt his own spirits lift. He stroked Kai’s hair, so happy he could burst.
“I’ll be leaving in a couple days to go play basketball for my team, the Colorado Whitecoats,” Kai continued, finding some momentum as he spoke, “but after the season ends, I’m gonna come home and play with you. You’ll be out by then, I think. Don’t give your other dads too much to worry about.”
After a pause, Kai added, “I love your dads, and I love you, too.”
Then he pulled away, and Micah cupped Kai’s jaw, tipping his face up so their gazes met. “You don’t have to say it, you know,” Micah told him. “If you don’t know what you feel.”
Kai chewed on his lip. “I figured... I’ll learn to love her sooner or later. May as well say it now. I won’t get to say it again for another couple months.”
Gods, he was adorable. Micah leaned in, kissing Kai fervently on the lips. Kai growled, kissing Micah back. Then Spike nudged his way closer, wanting kisses, too, and the three of them got sidetracked for a while.
When they finally moved the bed back into Micah’s apartment, pillows and blankets and all, Micah sagged against the doorframe, tired out. Last night and this morning had both been intense, and his body still ached from the loving Kai and Spike had given him.
“I told you, sit down.” Spike frowned. “So you can recover, and then we’ll make you cream yourself again.”
Kai growled, interest lighting
