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Way had, of course, seen the scar that Pete had on his abdomen, a few inches long starting from below his navel going down. He would have had to be blind to miss it, considering it was right in front of his face when he had his lips wrapped around Pete’s cock. But he’d never really thought about it. So he’d never asked where it was from, and Pete had never mentioned it.
With Pete dozing off on the couch next to him in sweatpants with a particularly low riding waistband, his shirt pulled up from him stretching his arms earlier, the scar was on full display. Way lightly traced a finger over it, and thought to himself that it seemed to have healed quite well. It was a precise line, so Way assumed that it was surgical in origin rather than the result of an accident or injury. Pete hadn’t ever talked about being hospitalized or needing surgery before, so Way had no idea what could have led up to it. Enigmas were supposed to have a heightened rate of immunity and healing.
At Way’s touch, Pete woke up. He blinked a few times and then yawned. He’d had a long day at work, and coming home to a very energetic Martin had worn him right out. Way had tried to calm down the hyperactive pup beforehand, but he simply hadn’t been able to burn off enough of the pup’s energy before Pete got home and revitalized Martin’s excitement. Pete gave his boyfriend a sleepy smile. “Hey, angel.”
Way leaned in for a quick kiss. After glancing down to see Way’s hand still right above his crotch, Pete seemed to get a different idea in mind. Way dashed any hope of a late evening dalliance by bluntly asking, “Where’d you get this scar from?”
Pete blinked again. “Oh. That’s from my c-section.”
“Your what?”
“My emergency c-section from when Martin was born. That’s why it’s vertical instead of the usual one that goes across down low. I guess I never mentioned I had gotten one.”
For a moment, Way could barely comprehend what Pete was saying. Not once had his boyfriend ever mentioned that he’d been the one to carry and deliver his son. Way had always assumed that it was Pete’s ex who gave birth to Martin. After all, Pete was an Enigma, and Enigmas were meant to be capable of impregnating even Alphas. Not to get pregnant themselves. At least, Way had never heard anything about that.
“You were pregnant?!” he asked, voice going high with shock.
“Yes?”
“I thought your ex was!”
“Oh, no. It was me.”
“How. You’re an Enigma.”
Pete just shrugged. “I’m not sure. I guess I had all the parts. It was pretty surprising.” He smiled more. “I got to have a pup, so I didn’t really care how it was possible.”
He was too casual about the very shocking revelation. But that was Pete. Of course he’d just be happy to have a pup of his own regardless of where the kid came from. A thought occurred to Way. Though he’d quickly realized he much preferred to be on the receiving end during sex, during rut he sometimes wanted to switch. It hadn’t happened yet with a shared rut with Pete, him not getting the chance to consider it with Pete desperate to get and keep his knot inside the younger Enigma. But maybe someday. “You could get pregnant if I-?”
Pete chuckled a little. “I could have, before. But not anymore.”
“Why not?”
“I had a… cesarean hysterectomy. That’s what it’s called.” Way gave him a blank look, so Pete explained, “When they remove the whole uterus afterwards. So I can’t get pregnant anymore.”
At least he wouldn’t have to worry about managing a condom during his rut in the future. “Why’d they do that? Was something wrong? Because you’re an Enigma?”
“I don’t really remember if the doctors said what caused it. They tried to explain what had happened during the surgery, but I was really out of it when I woke up afterwards, just wanting to know if Martin was okay and where he was.” Pete took his hands, starting to look stressed by the memory. Way moved over onto his lap. He didn’t like to see the other man stressed. “I started bleeding out during labor all of the sudden, and Martin and I were doing really badly, so they rushed me in for surgery and had to remove everything after delivering him.”
Pete had looked so nervous in the hospital while Way was recovering from being shot. He supposed it was because of bad experience. “That must have been scary.”
“Everything happened so fast. I panicked when I woke up and realized what happened, wouldn’t settle down until they brought Martin up and handed him to me. But he was fine, so I calmed right down.” Pete’s hands settled on Way’s hips. “It was probably all caused by stress. Since my ex left when I was in labor.”
Pete hadn’t talked much at all about his ex. Way knew that the ex had just up and left with no warning, but he hadn’t known that. “Your ex left when you were in the middle of having a baby?!”
“Yes… it was pretty upsetting to wake up in the middle of the night to find my ex gone and realize I was actually having contractions and not just cramps like I’d thought before going to sleep. Luckily my uncle came to pick me up and drove me to the hospital right away as soon as I called him.”
“Your ex is a total asshole.”
That made Pete laugh. “I figured that out by then.”
“And stupid as hell. Who’d leave you? And Martin’s a great kid. At least I got you instead.” Way wrapped his arms around Pete, feeling a surge of possessiveness.
Pete nuzzled against his neck, chuckling as Way’s scent got stronger as he felt territorial. “That’s right, baby. We’re yours now. My baby and Martin’s mama.”
Way drew back a little, to Pete’s disappointment. “Wait, does Martin know you’re the one who gave birth to him?”
“He does. I’ve told him a few times that he came from Papa’s tummy.”
“Then why does Martin call me Mama?” Way pouted, as though it didn’t make him feel warm and happy inside when the pup referred to him like that.
“Because I’m Papa, so you’re Mama.”
Way huffed. Martin always gave that simple explanation to anyone who asked. Pete was Papa, so that meant Way was Mama.
“This doesn’t mean I could get pregnant too, does it?” Way asked, suddenly worried as he realized that if an Enigma like Pete could have a pup, maybe he could too.
“I don’t think so,” Pete assured him. “It would have happened already by now. We don’t need to worry about it.”
“That makes sense. Good. I don’t want to worry about condoms.”