He waits until there’s enough warm water before helping me in. I sit with my legs folded under me and lean back against the side of the tub. I sit forward long enough for Hakan to wet my hair and then back again while he suds me.
His fingers against my scalp make me sigh. My eyes close as I relax into his touch.
“Hair’s getting long,” he says quietly. “You want to grow it out?”
I shake my head a bit. Not enough to disturb his ministrations, but enough to answer his question.
“We’ll head to your appointment this morning and then stop for a haircut on the way home.”
I smile, humming in pleasure.
The only sound is the gentle movement of the water and theslckshsounds of his fingers moving through my sudsy hair. That is, until the moans of the rest of our pack filter in through the closed bathroom door. I grin.
Under normal circumstances… nah, I’d get hard under any circumstances when hearing my pack getting busy. It’s even sexier watching. I thought being the one with a cock in his ass was the hottest thing in the world. Not true. Watching any of them take it, seeing the pleasure coloring their faces and comingout in unfiltered sounds to fill the room?Thatis the sexiest thing in the world.
My dick thinks so, too. It’s getting hard as I listen to Daunt, Luken, and Rhydian fucking around. No one has been penetrated yet. I know that sound, having made it a lot in the last few years with Luken.
“You feel like being bred, love?” Hakan asks in a deep, growly voice.
The tone skitters down my spine and pools in my balls. “Yes.”
“Lean forward. Let’s get the soap out of your hair.”
I do as I’m told. Hakan doesn’t hurry. It’s not like there’s a deadline on when we can join them. He’s gentle and thorough as he rinses my hair. Then he pulls the plug and helps me to my feet.
As I climb over the side of the tub, baby gives a sudden lurch, and I gasp. My hands go to my stomach as terror rushes through me.
All four members of my pack turn silent. Hakan stares at me. I can feel the other three ‘staring’ within our bonds.
I try not to panic as baby moves. There’s something uncomfortable about this. Is something wrong?
“Hakan,” I whisper, fear making my voice shake.
But then the sensation of what can only be described as a water balloon popping rushes through me, and I feel I’m leaking everywhere.
With wide, horrified eyes, I meet Hakan’s grinning face.
“It’s time, Iri.” He wraps an extra-large towel around me and then scoops me up. “The boys are going to have to watch our son being born with fat knots.”
I laugh as he steps into the bedroom. Everyone is already scrambling off the bed and into whatever discarded clothes they can find.
It’s time. It’s time to meet our baby!
LUKEN
Meer means magical and cherished.It’s a name that we don’t hear often, thought to be ‘old-fashioned.’ It had been common eons ago, but fell out of use sometime in the last couple of centuries.
It’s the perfect meaning for the name of our little boy. The only thing I would add to it would be something about how we fought so fucking hard to have you. As it turns out, most names don’t have that kind of vibe to them.
Rhydian suggested we make up our own name, and that will be the definition of it. He gets me.
Daunt and Hakan were less impressed with this idea. Iri giggled for hours after I suggested it. I think he’d have loved a name that we made up like that. For hours after this discussion, we could hear Iri giggle occasionally. It made us all smile.
But looking down at our sweet baby Meer, I think this name fits him best. He is cherished. We fucked hard to have him. I mean… we tried hard to have him. No. Let’s be real. We fucked hard to have him. That’s an entirely accurate description of the situation.
There will never be a child loved as desperately as we love this little boy. It’s because of him that we didn’t have to run awayfrom the home we love. It’s because of him that Iri and I were allowed to stay together.
In some ways, it’s because of him that our pack came home. Meer is such a kingpin in every facet of our lives. His existence allowed our relationship to flourish. He is the heart of our home.