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Max Goof groaned as his arms clutched the sides of the toilet. He was currently throwing up what was left of his breakfast into the drain, leaving his stomach empty yet nauseous.
“Why is morning sickness such a bitch…?”
Bradley came into the bathroom a second later with a glass of water. Max quickly took it from his boyfriend’s grip gratefully.
“Hang in there Baby Goof, it’ll just be a couple more weeks,” Brad tried to reassure his boyfriend while gently patting his back.
“Shut up, you did this to me you bitch ,” Max groaned out before ducking his head in for another heave.
It has been 3 months since Max came out to Bradley with the fact that he’s pregnant and keeping the baby. The pair had been ecstatic about the arrival of their baby, but of course, nature had to run its course by serving morning sickness on a silver platter for the young Goof. He hadn’t even had the chance to tell his father with the nausea and work keeping him busy.
Max hasn’t even thought about how his pregnancy will affect his career. Omega rights have been progressive in the past century, but omega athletes are still frowned upon when they get pregnant in the middle of the season, especially male omegas. Since somehow in this society, being a male who can get pregnant makes you less human than others. He knows his team and coach would be supportive since they are nice and all, but Max cannot help but feel like he would be a burden for the season. Whatever, he’ll make it up in the next season, he is the ace after all.
Entering the second trimester, Max was starting to show. He’ll need to start telling people since soon enough his belly could not be passed off as bloating. Max, being the lean athlete he is, hates the fact he’s getting fatter. Despite still regularly skating every day, his appetite has increased by a lot from his cravings. He did not think the pickle-ice-cream-mac-and-cheese combo he had yesterday was doing wonders for his body.
Bradley loves it though. There’s that alpha pride in making his mate full and round of their pup. Max had to swat Brad’s hands multiple times a day from holding onto the swell of his belly. Although annoying, the praises Brad sings about Max’s body help him cope with his body image.
“You’re absolutely stunning, doll,” Brad said one day, hands from behind Max holding onto the belly, “just so perfect like this.”
Max blushed at that and continued to scent Brad harder.
Currently, the pair was still stuck in the bathroom, Brad patting Max supportively as he continued to throw up.
After, Brad ushered Max to the kitchen again, where the alpha had already made the easy-to-digest porridge.
“God, what did I do in my past life to deserve such a good alpha?” Max questioned as he spooned the porridge into his mouth.
Brad outright preened at the praise, alpha pride puffing his chest out.
“Not nearly as good as the omega I have,” Brad said as he kissed Max’s cheek. Max downright giggled, happy omega pheromones wafting from him.
Bradley was about to leave for work, his tie and suit already pressed and worn, leaving Max a few hours in the apartment before he also had to leave for the rink. Max was maximizing the time he had to skate since he’ll have to drop out once he hit the third trimester.
“Okay ‘mega, I’ll see you tonight,” Brad said as he kissed Max deeply. He became even more clingy ever since the pregnancy, alpha instincts urging him to protect his family.
“And you too, bean,” Brad whispered to the growing swell of Max’s belly before kissing it goodbye as well.
The pair had been calling their future pup “bean”, Max thought of it first because the fetus was the size of a bean when he told Bradley he was pregnant, and the name had stuck. Max just hoped they would come up with something better than “bean” for the pup's actual name though.
Just as Bradley was putting on his shoes in the doorway, their doorbell rang.
The couple looked at each other in confusion, not expecting anyone. Bradley shrugged and puffed up his chest, wanting to appear intimidating. His alpha instincts pushed him to be overprotective as of late, with their pup on the way.
Max watched from the kitchen island, his inner omega preening at the fact that their alpha is so strong and protective of them.
Bradley opened the door slowly, only for it to be swung open from the other side.
“Maxxie, baby, your dad’s here, boy! Ah-hyuck!”
Lo and behold, Goofy himself was standing in their doorway and quickly pushing past Bradley, ignoring him completely, and quickly making his way towards Max. He was in his teal suit, carrying multiple shopping bags.
“And I brought a little something for ya’, just cause I missed you so much, Maxxie!” Goofy said while engulfing Max in a bear hug, the shopping bag tousling along his arms and against Max’s fur.
Bradley closed the door behind him, sighing in the process.
“Aw gwarsh, Max you're awfully bloated! Whatcha’ been eating?” Goofy said as he pulled away.
Goofy’s eyebrows narrowed, his snout wrinkling as he scented his son.
That’s weird, Maxxie’s scent sweetened a little… More milky?
No… Goofy thought.
“Wait a minute…”
“Dad, please-”
“ Bradley Uppercrusty the Third, you have the absolute fucking nerve !”
Goofy screamed as he lunged towards Brad, who ducked out of the way of the older alpha charging at him.
“No, Sir, I am really sorry-” “Oh you will be sorry, son!”
The two ran laps around the apartment while Max just sat there helpless.