#dylan'sworld

“T. Palomer.” Dylan read off the list in the waiting room to bring back the boy to one of the exam rooms. He was running a test on a new testosterone shot. This would make it only needed once a year as opposed the shots that were used now where they were injected once a week or so. “Please sit.” He smiled calmly at Lamar, not knowing his preferred name. Still he looked over the clipboard, “I’m going to ask some questions that may seem personal, but I need you to please tell the truth. Okay? All answers are confidential.”

Dylan walked through the door of their small home, baby carrier in hand as Frankie cooed, looking at the world with wide eyes. They hadn’t been expecting him right away but Dylan had gotten the call at 3am that morning telling him to go to the hospital and pick him up soon, if they didn’t they’d be passed on. 

Of course he’d sent Lamar to the local baby store to buy things when it opened while he went and picked up the child. It was now 8 am and he was exhausted.

“Baby!” He called, surprised Lamar wasn’t waiting at the door for them.

Several months later, she gave birth to seven pups. Five of them were alphas and one was an omega. There were four boys and three girls. The omega was a boy.

Dylan was there when she gave birth, seeing his children for the first time made every moment in his life worth it. He smiled at Grace, “You did it, Love. I’m so proud of you.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Grace agreed, sitting opposite him and beginning to eat. 

Dylan nodded eating his pot pie quickly. Usually he didn’t like pot pie but whenever Grace made it he was more than happy to dig in. “This is almost orgasmic.” He smiled.

She nodded and cuddled into his chest. “Fine. It just hurt more than I was expecting. Trevor told me the first time hurts, but still…”

Dylan took note of that, “I’m sorry that it hurt.” He kissed her cheek gently as he relaxed. After a few minutes the knot went away and his cock retreated from her pussy, followed by some of his seed.

Felicity shrugged and sarcastically replied, “Yay, let’s celebrate some Europeans stealing land and killing people who were born there.” 

“Come on Fee.” Blake moaned as he passed the plate of turkey towards the girl, “Do you have to ruin every holiday?”

“She’s right though.” Opal laughed as she moved the turkey as far away from her as possible. “Not to mention we slaughter the bird that was almost our national symbol. That shows commitment.” 

“Says the vegetarian.” Chelsea repeated, mocking her. “’This bird was named Kevin. He had a lovely wife and three eggs at home.’ Give it a break girly, you can’t save them all.” 

“Chels!” Dylan snapped, “You scared Tate again.” All eyes swirled to the youngest and littlest of the group whose eyes were as big as dinner plates. “She was kidding Tate.”

“Poor Kevin...” Tate whispered as he looked down at the turkey on his plate. 

He looked back up with some tears in his eyes and Chelsea sighed. “I was just kiddin’ Tate. This wasn’t a turkey named Kevin, he doesn’t have a turkey wife, no eggs, nothing.”

“I think I’m a vegetarian now...” Tate murmured putting the rest of his turkey onto Dylan’s plate. 

Dylan held his boyfriend’s hand. He was smiling nervously as they waited to get on the plane. Sure they’d been together for a year and had gone on mini-holidays this was studying abroad. He kissed Lamar softly, “You nervous?” He asked hoping he wasn’t the only one.