#alpha roger

<part 18

Zoro watched Sanji take the pup into the kitchen after he was finished eating. They were both on birth control (he needed to start putting the gel on again now that he was free) but his inner alpha enjoyed watching his mate with a pup way too much. It didn't matter that neither of them were ready for a pup, he still longed to see his husband with a pup of their own. To watch him grow round with their own mini me, who would they look like most? Would they have Zoro hair or Sanjis? Blue or gray eyes? Curly eyebrows? Boy or girl? Would they want to cook like Sanji or fight with swords? Or something new entirely. He knew he would kill Judge to keep them safe from his twisted experiments. Zoro shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts.

Bomi and Jer What!

Bomi (glaring at Roger) when is the wedding

Roger huh?

Bomi I ask when is the wedding?. There is no way my son will have a child out of wedlock, bringing shame to the family

Roger hey, I'm not gonna marry Freddie just the sake of the baby

Freddie’s face fell.Roger immediately currents

Roger I mean I'll marry him because I love him and can't imagine my life without him. Besides, a hasty marriage won't be fair to others

Jer others?

Freddie (nervously) uh, I-I’m in relationship with Brian, Roger and John. And we actually don't know who the father is

Jer gasp!

Bomi (Angry) You utter disgrace!. We should've married you off early

Roger ENOUGH, Mr Bulsara!

Bomi YOU’RE UNDER MY ROOF BOY

Roger and you're treating MY omega. Let's go Fred

Freddie immediately got up and followed Roger to the door. Before leaving he looked at the older couple

Roger and, my mum would be really happy to plan ’Christianing ceremony’ for the baby. We’ll send you indication.

“Brian, it’s important!”

Brian grimaced as he looked up from the half-scribbled lyrics of his latest song. Freddie was standing in front of him, hands on his hips, three different colour chips in his hand, his belly just peeking out from under his top.

“Freddie, it’s fine,” he tried. “Whatever colour you want to paint the nursery, it will be fine by us.”

“It’s not fine!” Freddie wailed. “Our darling needs to be loved! They need to be able to look at the walls and know that they are loved by their whole pack! How is the room supposed to make that feeling if one of the alphas doesn’t even care!?” His face crumpled, and Brian felt his heart twist painfully.

They could blame it on hormones all they liked, but there was still nothing that was more painful to Brian than seeing their omega upset, and knowing he caused it.

He glanced around, in panic, but Roger and John were nowhere to be seen. Belatedly, Brian remembered they’d gone food shopping.

If Brian was honest, he was jealous of the two younger alphas. They took to impending fatherhood like ducks to water, able to anticipate Freddie’s every whim, taking an interest in all sorts of baby things, and just generally handling everything better than poor, awkward, inept Brian, who didn’t have the first clue about baby things or hormone swings. So when Freddie got a bit wild, Brian usually looked to the other two to take charge.

Well, he’d got himself into this mess, he could get himself out of it.

“Freddie, love, shh, it’s all right, I’m sorry,” he soothed, pulling Freddie down into his lap. Freddie immediately hid his face in Brian’s neck. Smiling, Brian began to run his hand lightly over Freddie’s bump. “It’s not that I don’t care, sweetness. It’s that you’ve always been the most artistic of us, the one with the best eye for colour and design. If I ask you to choose, Freddie, love, it’s because I love you and trust you to choose it right.”

“But Bri,” Freddie said softly, “I want you to help me choose.”

Brian managed to stop his sigh. “All right, show me the colours.”

Freddie smiled against his skin and held up the chips - two in differing shades of green and one in pale yellow.

“Why those colours, love?”

“They’re neutral,” Freddie murmured. “And pale colours are supposed to calm. Yellow is for happiness, and green is for wisdom.”

“Well,” Brian asked reasonably, “Why not both? Pale green for the walls, and pale yellow for the trim.”

Freddie sat up straight.

“Bri, you’re a genius!” His face lit up and Brian couldn’t resist kissing him.

And then they both froze as a tiny nudge brushed against Brian’s hand.

“I think our little one thinks so too,” Freddie whispered, and Brian couldn’t help the ear-splitting grin.

*

“It’s too quiet,” John said as soon as he and Roger walked in the door.

“You get the stuff away, I’ll go find them,” Roger agreed. “They better not have fucked while we were out,” he added with a mock pout as he climbed the stairs.

But the sight that greeted him in the bedroom just made him stop and smile.

Freddie was reclining back on the pillows, a soft expression on his face, his hands tenderly cradling Brian’s head; Brian was lying on his front further down, his hands bracketing Freddie’s hips, his lips millimetres from Freddie’s exposed belly, singing softly and sweetly.

Roger reached out and took John’s hand as he felt the younger alpha come up behind him. John’s lips brushed his cheek.

“They’re so beautiful,” he sighed happily.

Brian looked up, his face besotted.

“John, Rog, come and feel! The baby started kicking today.”

The two alphas rushed to the bed, carefully placing their hands where Brian directed. For a long moment, there was nothing. And then - 

“Oh my god,” John’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” Roger’s face lit up.

“That’s our…that’s our…”

“Brian, darling,” Freddie smiled through gritted teeth, “You’re not helping.”

“He can’t help it, love,” John smiled, stroking Freddie’s hair. “You know that’s just how he is.”

“Yes, but his scent is stressing me out,” Freddie growled as he rode out another contraction.

“Hmm,” Roger frowned, looking at the midwife helplessly.

“Brian, why don’t you go stand behind Freddie?” The midwife smiled, guiding Brian into position. “You can help hold him up while the baby comes out.”

“And then Roger, you on this side, and John’s on this side.”

The midwife positioned them carefully; Roger and John each had hold of one of Freddie’s hands, while their arms were also around Brian’s back. Roger’s scent, Brian thought dimly, was excited laced with only a hint of worry; but John’s was pure calm. Their youngest alpha seemed completely unperturbed, crooning sweet encouragements in their omega’s ear.

Brian closed his eyes and submitted to John. Alongside him, he felt Roger do the same, and in response, John’s scent thickened until it was the dominant scent in the room.

The effect on Freddie was instant; not only did he immediately relax into their arms, his water promptly broke.

“All right, Freddie, on the next one, I want you to push,” the midwife said firmly.

The next few hours seemed endless to Brian as he felt the strain in Freddie’s body against his, as Freddie’s cries rattled in his ears, as he watched Freddie’s knuckles whiten against his mates’ hands until he was sure he heard an ominous crack from Roger’s. Dark fog crashed over Brian’s brain, tempting him to slide into panic panic panic what if something goes wrong what if Freddie dies, but whenever it threatened to consume him, John would look at him, lean in, and kiss his forehead.

Pack. Family. We love you.

The dark fog cleared. Freddie. He had to be strong for Freddie. Freddie and their little one.

A shrill cry split the air and Freddie sagged back against them, utterly spent. It took them all a moment to realise what had happened, and then the midwife straightened up. “Congratulations! You have a fine, healthy boy!”

And in her hands was a tiny, wrinkly baby, his little red face crumpled up as he screamed with all his might.

Roger and Brian helped Freddie into the bed almost on autopilot while John adjusted the covers over the sheets. The midwife laid the baby on Freddie’s chest and began to give instructions as she cleaned him up, but none of them were really listening.

“Definitely your son, with lungs like that,” Roger finally joked, and they all laughed together.

“He’s beautiful,” Brian whispered, hesitantly reaching out to stroke a single finger down his cheek.

“He’s perfect,” John murmured, snuggling into Freddie looking nearly as exhausted as the omega. “Can I let you two go now or will you just freak out again?”

Brian smiled back at John.

When the doctor had told Freddie he was twelve weeks pregnant, he’d been absolutely elated. Not just for the fact that his pregnancy was a miracle, but for the fact that he’d had hardly any symptoms.

Of course, he should have known his luck wouldn’t last.

Barely a week after his big reveal, Freddie found himself crouched over the toilet bowl, heaving up the remains of the dinner Roger had so meticulously made them.

“Oh, love,” Brian murmured soothingly, stroking his hair. “Let’s get you back to bed, hmm?”

Freddie nodded weakly, letting Brian lift him up and leaning on him as they made their way back into the bedroom.

Gods above, he was exhausted.

“Sorry, darling,” he murmured as Brian gently lifted him into the bed.

“It’s all right, love,” Brian kissed Freddie’s hair and bundled him up in blankets. “You’re growing a whole other person inside you, of course this is going to happen.”

This, as it was intended to do, made Freddie smile as he closed his eyes and drifted back off.

*

The lethargy and nausea continued for another three weeks. Worried, the three alphas had brought in the doctor, but the doctor had reassured them it was perfectly natural and healthy; Freddie’s body was just adjusting to its new requirements.

In the meantime, the three alphas learned that the thing that made Freddie feel better was simply their presence.

Once that was worked out, there was always one alpha with Freddie at all times - snuggling with him, scenting him, touching him.

With John, Freddie liked to sit in his lap in the big, antique armchair in the living room; he’d curl up with his face in John’s neck, John’s arms cradling him, inhaling John’s scent until his stomach stopped turning.

With Brian, Freddie liked to lie down in their big bed and have the guitarist spoon him, relishing the way Brian’s arms and legs wrapped around him, his weight against Freddie’s back, his scent surrounding him until all of Freddie’s exhaustion faded into sleep.

And with Roger, Freddie liked to snuggle front-to-front, Roger’s hands running soothing patterns over the now-gentle swell of his stomach, their noses pressed to each other’s scent glands, until Freddie felt absolutely calm and not at all worried.

It was the most blissful three weeks of their lives, snuggling, scenting and loving one another as Freddie’s stomach began to grow.