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Summer in Korea wasn’t nearly as sweltering as summer in Australia. However, when you have a tiny little human growing inside you for seven months, every change feels ten times more intense.
Felix is standing on the porch of Minho and Jisung’s house, a portable fan blowing air on his heat-flushed face, watching Chan work on repairing the front fence of the new house the couple had moved into. On their last visit, Jisung mentioned that luckily they didn’t need much repair work on the outside, only the fence was in such a state that it wouldn’t withstand even a moderate gust of wind. Chan offered to help Minho with it, and Felix — even though he wasn’t much help as he felt more and more like a party balloon — ended up joining them.
I mean, he even tried to help earlier, when the alphas started working on removing the old pieces of wood, but the moment he picked up a hammer, Chan nearly has a heart attack — and almost gave him one too with his exaggerated scream that drew even the neighborhood dogs.
Felix had to hear how dangerous it was to do physical labor at a time when his body was so delicate, as if, God forbid, he were to slip and fall, Chan would never forgive himself for the rest of his life. So, to prevent his alpha from going gray before thirty, Felix accepted defeat and gave up on the work. Minho even patted him on the shoulder as he left, asking him to keep Jisung under control while he wasn’t looking.
Looking at it from another angle now, Felix isn’t in a position to complain. He gets to watch Chan take off his shirt and show off his sweat-glistening muscles while he works, miles of pale, firm skin gleaming and biceps that flex every time Chan hammers another plank into the fence.
Felix is lucky that Jisung went inside to get the other toolbox Minho asked for, because he knows his scent is starting to get sweeter and sweeter.
He doesn’t know if Chan notices the slight spike in his pheromones, but the alpha looks up from under his cap toward where he is and smiles in that way that makes the omega press his thighs together for a moment. Felix smiles back, even though his cheeks are a shade pinker than the heat would account for. He keeps rubbing his swollen belly over his t-shirt, and Chan’s gaze falls to the movement there for a second.
Fortunately, Minho draws Chan’s attention back to the task at hand, because Felix was about to do something indecent.
Felix enjoys the view for a few more moments, tilting the fan toward his sweaty neck. He presses his hand where his pup kicked him once, near his ribs. He grimaces when the pup kicks a second and third time, starting to grumble to his belly about good boys who behave for their mommies.
It’s funny that even though he’s the one carrying the pup, it seems like their little one listens to Chan more than he does, tsk.
He must have gotten distracted for only a few minutes, but when he looks up again, Minho is checking the fence on the opposite side of the garden, and Chan has other company.
Felix narrows his eyes. On the front sidewalk is an omega not much younger than Felix. He seems to have tripped, over one of the wooden planks of the sidewalk and knocked over his shopping bag. Chan, his overly kind alpha, is crouched down helping the young man pick up his things.
This would be just an ordinary occurrence, after all, Chan is always helping others even if he doesn’t know them, but when the two stand up, the young omega doesn’t thank him and walks away. No, Felix can hear the omega’s melodious voice thanking him profusely and moving even closer to, very attractive and very naked, Felix's alpha.
Felix’s eyebrows furrow when he sees how the young man’s gaze keeps drifting down and back up from his alpha’s face to his very full and very bare chest.
Now, Felix isn’t a jealous omega.
Not very jealous. He just likes everyone to know that his alpha is his alone, since it seems the ring on his finger and the mating bite on Chan’s neck aren’t doing the trick.
There was only that one time when an omega flirted with Chan at the bakery, saturating the alpha with her sweet, cloying scent as she brushed her scent glands against his wrists, and Felix approached silently, rubbing Chan’s wrist against his neck right in front of her, staring her straight in the eye without saying a word. And then there was that other time, during winter, when Chan was wearing a scarf that covered his mating bite, and Felix felt like the others were staring too much at his alpha, so he grabbed him in the middle of the park, pulled him over to a large hidden tree, and bit a temporary mark on the top of his neck before they continued on their way...
He just takes really good care of what’s his and his alone, okay? Sue him.
Leaving the fan behind, Felix descends the porch steps with a bit of difficulty, moving as quickly as his altered center of gravity has allowed over the past few weeks.
“Channie~” Felix hums as he approaches, catching Chan's attention. The alpha quickly reaches out to help him.
“Hey, honey. Why are you out in the sun? It’s too hot, come back inside.”
Felix just shakes his head, stopping beside Chan and clinging to his husband’s massive biceps, tilting his head to rest it on his shoulder and casting an almost innocent glance in the stranger’s direction.
“I thought you were busy with the fence, Alpha.” Felix bats his eyelashes at Chan, making a perfectly adorable pout. “You should go inside and rest a bit too, take a break. The pup was kicking.” he emphasizes, not taking his eyes off Chan as he rubs the bulge in his belly. “He misses daddy.”
Felix boasts as he feels Chan’s pheromones hit his nose. He knows his alpha has that inner thing where he finds it extremely arousing to see Felix like this, all plump and chubby with the pup he put there. The omega bites his lower lip to keep from smiling too much, hiding it as he moves even closer to Chan. He makes a small, discreet gesture by pressing his tits — which are the perfect size for Chan’s hands to grasp now that his milk is coming in — even closer against his alpha’s side, his little fingers giving a playful squeeze to his husband’s biceps.
Chan’s throat jerks as he gulps. His eyes drift from Felix’s face down to the neckline of the shirt Felix is wearing, catching just a small glimpse of his omega’s freckled little breasts.
Felix knows that his own milky scent is becoming sickeningly sweet.
They must have gotten a little too lost in their own little world because, when Felix finally looks around, the young home-wrecking omega is nowhere to be seen, but Minho is now staring at them from across the garden with an almost disgusted expression.
Felix flashes his best smile at him, waving adorably. Minho lets out an incredulous laugh, shaking his head as he heads inside the house, leaving the couple alone in the garden.
“I know what you were doing, you little rascal.” Chan’s voice makes Felix look up. The alpha has that teasing smile on his face that makes Felix’s cheeks flush just a little.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Felix replies, playing with a loose thread on his husband’s shorts.
Chan chuckles softly, turning Felix around by the hips with one hand and placing the other on his belly. The little one kicks right there, against his father’s hand – the little rascal.
“My little jealous omega. So possessive, I’m flattered.” Chan kisses his forehead.
Felix squeals, hiding his flushed face in Chan’s neck and patting his exposed chest. His hand finds the firm skin of his alpha’s muscular chest, and he can’t resist squeezing it once, making Chan gasp in surprise.
“Just taking care of what’s mine.” Felix murmurs. “Just mine.”
Chan laughs so hard that it makes Felix shake too.