"Like what?" Eddie snaps. He has a feeling he knows exactly what Steve meant, and if he is correct he's going to make sure his mate never feels that way ever again. "I'm almost eight months into this, Eddie."
"Are you comfy on your knees, or do you want to lie down?" Eddie asks, and Steve looks back, confused. Steve immediately whimpers when Eddie's fingers start to move slowly inside of him, almost like an internal massage. "I didn't think...I didn't think you'd want me like this,"
Steve is absolutely soaked with it. The sheets below him are damp too, and Eddie's brain goes fuzzy with images of his beloved humping their marriage bed in a wild heat, all alone without his alpha to make it all better.
"Then what's...oh." Eddie's nose gives away the secret, and he puts his hand between Steve's thighs to confirm his hunch. His fingers come away sticky with slick- the rich, citrusy, spring time scent of it heavy and delightful when he licks it from his own skin.
"Are you having problems sleeping? Are you in pain?" Eddie questions him. He has to know what's wrong, his mind already filtering through a myriad of options on how to fix a problem he wasn't aware of. "No...well, I can't sleep I guess. But I'm not in pain, Eddie." Steve tells him, his voice soft.
Steve heats up into overdrive. He runs his nose along the crook of his omega's neck, moving his hand away from Steve's stomach to massage his lower back instead.
He doesn't sound okay. His breathing sounds uneven and heavy. Eddie climbs up on the bed beside him, his hand meeting Steve's over his stomach. He can feel their pup kick them back and an instinct to protect
Steve's naked except for an old t-shirt of Eddie's. It's worn and frayed, and pulled up towards his neck, exposing his small, swollen breasts. He's on his knees, one hand rubbing his baby bump, the other clinging to the headboard seemingly for dear life. "I'm okay."
