He reached for them. Relief tumbled through Spike’s chest. Micah would marry them. It was unbelievable, and maybe it was a dream. Elation spread through Spike’s chest, all the way to his fingers and toes.
He and Kai surged up as one, gathering Micah into their arms, dropping kisses all over his face. Spike met Kai’s gaze, finding the same relief and joy in his brother’s eyes.
This promise that Micah made... it would change the rest of their lives. “I’m so glad,” Spike murmured, pressing his forehead against Micah’s temple. He breathed in lungfuls of his omega’s scent. Mine. “Thank you.”
Micah kissed him softly on the lips, stroking his face, marking everywhere he could. “Thank you for believing in me. Both of you.”
“Wasn’t difficult at all,” Kai growled. “You probably made it too easy for us to love you.”
Micah blushed. Kai nuzzled him, sliding into his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Spike rumbled, content to just press up close against his alpha and omega, all of them touching.
After a beat, Kai turned to Spike, their faces just inches away. “Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“Marry me,” Kai said.
Spike’s heart stopped. His ears rang, and he couldn’t look away from the gray, dark depths of Kai’s gaze.
They’d spent so long talking about this proposal, discussing the gems on the rings, the plans to surprise Micah, the things they’d say to him, that Spike had completely forgotten about the alpha-alpha part of the wedding. Or maybe Spike hadn’t been sure that Kai wanted to go through the trouble of getting a marriage certificate for Spike and himself, when only one state legalized it.
But Kai did. Kai was asking him now.
And Spike’s throat closed so tight, he couldn’t speak.
“Go on,” Micah whispered. “Kai’s waiting for an answer.”
Kai couldn’t look away, his gaze anticipating, almost nervous.
Spike remembered Kai at ten, a wary boy who didn’t trust Spike. He remembered Kai at thirteen, grumbling when Spike told him about one Micah Davis. He remembered Kai at fifteen, his lips hot on Spike’s, his alpha scent heady and powerful.
He remembered Kai at twenty, stepping up to Spike’s hospital bed, his expression haunted, his heart in his eyes. And then later, when Kai had cradled Spike, and whispered those three little words.
Kai had always been there. He didn’t have anything to fear from Spike.
“Of course I will,” Spike growled. He hauled his brother in, kissing Kai fiercely on the lips. Kai groaned, kissing back, their teeth scraping on each other’s lips, their fingers pulling tight on each other’s hair.
Kai wanted to marry him. That, on top of Micah agreeing to marry them... All of this was like a dream come true. Spike swallowed past the lump in his throat.
And Kai dragged his wrist down Spike’s jaw, marking him with elm.
With Kai and Micah’s scents on him, Spike finally felt like he was home. With his alpha, and his omega. Spike’s heart felt like it might burst right there.
Kai slipped Spike’s ring onto his finger. Micah did the honors for Kai, and Spike nudged Micah’s ring onto his pinky. The rings were all perfect.
Micah frowned. “How did you know it wouldn’t go on my ring finger? You didn’t even try.”
Spike broke into a coughing fit. He wasn’t going to admit that he’d sneaked up on Micah.
Kai said it for him. “He tried to put the ring on you while you were sleeping.”
Micah flushed, and Spike’s face burned hotter. “Kai! You weren’t supposed to tell.”
Kai shrugged. “Micah asks. He gets answers.”
Spike laughed. Then Micah cried out, hunching around his belly. The next contraction made the blood drain from his face.
“I think the baby’s on her way,” Micah panted, clutching his belly.
Spike trembled, all the joy in that moment forgotten. What if things didn’t go right? What if they lost Micah now?
Kai gritted his teeth. “I’ll get the midwife.”
* * *
“Push,” Spike said a while later, hovering over Micah as Micah heaved. “You can do it! Just a little more to go!”
“I’m pushing,” Micah snapped, the tendons at his neck straining, his hands shaking with how hard he was clenching his fists. “Why don’t you try shoving a watermelon out your ass?”
Spike winced. Kai grimaced along with him.
“Spike didn’t mean it,” Kai said, really to defend him.
Except Micah snarled through his next contraction, and even Kai stood down. Spike shuffled closer to Kai, holding Kai’s hand. “Micah’s scary when he’s pissed,” Spike mumbled.
“What did you say?” Micah flicked a dangerous glance at them.
“He says you look impossibly beautiful,” Kai said. “Spike offers ten months of utter servitude.”
Okay, maybe Spike might kill Kai instead.
But Kai squeezed Spike’s hand, leaning in to kiss Micah gently on the lips. “We believe in you,” he murmured. “You’re doing really great.”
“Yeah, we’re really proud of you,” Spike added, rubbing Micah’s back. “Just a little more to go. If you need anything...”
Micah growled, his hair matted with sweat, his skin damp. Spike had never seen a more beautiful omega in his life. But what if their encouragement wasn’t working? It only seemed to make Micah more frustrated than ever.
“Maybe if you’re pissed with me, it’ll help you push harder?” Spike volunteered. It sounded as good a plan as any.
“Spike,” Kai said in warning, actual fear darting through his face.
“Like if I tell you that you aren’t pushing hard enough,” Spike continued, aware that he was risking his neck, and maybe even everything between his legs.
Micah’s blue eyes flashed. “Yeah? Go on.”
“Spike,” Kai muttered, tugging on his hand. “No.”
But it seemed to make Micah breathe harder, his entire body tensing up. So Spike tried again. “Like, I can push twice as hard, probably—”
“Spike,” Kai hissed. He rubbed Micah’s chest placatingly, except Micah was staring daggers at Spike now, his fists clenching.
“And if you’d just hunch up a little and push when I tell you to push,” Spike added.
Micah’s eyes became narrow slits. Kai paled. Kai squeezed Spike’s hand tight enough to stop the blood flow. “He’s seriously gonna murder you, Spike. Shut up.”
“But Micah’ll need the
