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More and more time had passed since Jud had last seen Helen and Marta. He had wanted nothing but to make life easier for Blanc’s old clients, knowing how their lives took similar unexpected twists as his did. He could feel the excitement tingle down his spine as he prepared the apartment for their visitors, hoping that the last few times helped them warm up to Blanc’s newer partner and lover. Ever since their visit in the summer, he had noticeably changed, mostly his twins taking up more and more space in his thin body. He wished he didn’t underestimate how much space these twins took up, feeling them press on every organ in his body. He hated when they pressed on his lungs. What started as easy in the earlier months declined over time, and now his nest was filled with body pillows and cotton sheets, his body needing to be always surrounded by comfortable items. It kept some distance between him and Phillip and Benoit, who weren’t thrilled about the fact they couldn’t be on top of Jud when he was at his most vulnerable- sleeping in their nest.
Jud scrubbed at the fruit he planned to cook down and bake for their guests, who were arriving in a few hours. A large number of apples kept him occupied, oblivious to the sounds of his husband returning home after dealing with the last bits of his previous case. He was restless, up and around the house micromanaging everything around him. He figured that it was the pregnancy hormones wanting to clean the entire apartment, even the rooms he knew they wouldn’t be in. “Honeybuns, why don’t you let me take care of that?” Benoit’s thick accent rang through the halls. Jud looked up to see his alpha standing in the doorframe, muscles peering through his linen shirt. He loved the way Blanc effortlessly loved him. Jud smiled. “when’d you get home?” Jud hovered to Benoit, kissing his lips softly and letting Benoit rub his back as he hugged him. “Just now, Phillip’s still at the store. How’s our twins, sugar?” Jud nuzzled Benoit’s scent glands as he rubbed his cheek in the crook of his alphas neck. “They missed their papa.” Blanc chuckled. “I was only gone for an hour. Are my twins that needy?” Jud smiled. “...Maybe.” Benoit kept Jud close, gently swaying in the kitchen and rubbing Jud’s belly.
Phillip unlocked the door and made his way to the kitchen, smelling the scent of a pleased alpha and omega. Jud and Benoit looked to his direction, smiling. Phillip came in quickly, setting the groceries on the counter and taking Jud in his arms. He planted a kiss on Jud’s neck, directly on his scent glands. “How’re you feeling, love?” His soft British accent graced Jud’s ear as he felt kiss after kiss on his neck. Jud smiled. He never thought he’d be the receiver of this kind of love. Intense, grounding, everlasting some would say. He felt like he was on cloud nine. Blanc and Phillip were some of the most balanced and loyal people he had ever met. He knew he was the safest when he was with them, even if it did feel like a dream sometimes. “Better, now that you’re home too, dear.”
As they got settled for bed, Jud was always the one to be in the middle of the bed. It was easier that way, getting to breath in and drown in the comforting scents of fresh laundry and grass curtesy of Phillip and warm amber and smoke from Blanc. Jud’s scent was sweeter, lavender, vanilla, and honey. Jud sighed. It was hard doing boxing as an omega. He’d steal cheap heat suppressants, along with first aid kits to help his wounds post-fight. It was boxing or sex work, and to be honest, he was too scared to do it. He’d be locked in a cage while people, mostly alphas would yell and bang on the walls of the cage as his opponents fell, losing to an omega. Most of them got butthurt, some even violent afterwards. Most of the time when he won, even more alphas would surround and attack if they had money on his opponents in the ring. He pinches himself, reminding himself that he no longer had to hurt people to get some groceries.
Blanc noticed Jud’s silence, staring into space. “What’s the matter, pumpkin?” He leaned down to Jud’s level, gently rubbing his thumb on Jud’s hand. Jud gently refocused. “...Nothing. I’m... just thinking about boxing.” Blanc and Phillip exchanged a look. Worry. “...why are you thinking about that?” Blanc asked, rubbing Jud’s back, in soft circular motions. Jud sighed, resting his sweaty palms on his taut belly. “I just... sometimes I need to remind myself that I’m safe.” He layed down, adjusting himself in his sheets and pillows. Phillip took in a sharp breath. He gently moved some of Jud’s pillows to lay beside Jud’s belly. “We love you so much, dear.” Phillip gently rubbed Jud’s belly, peeling back the fabric to kiss it. “You know that, yes?” Jud smiled, running his hands through Phillip’s hair. Blanc mirrored Phillip’s position, chin laying on Jud’s baby bump. Softly kissing it. Jud placed a hand on his face.
“...A reminder every now and then wouldn’t hurt.” Jud whispered, feeling soft lips on his belly. Phillip and Blanc looked at each other. Worry still lingered in their eyes. “Alright. Anything for you, my love.” Blanc stated, kissing the back of Jud’s hand. Jud smiled. His eyes glazed over with unshed tears. He motioned at the two older men to come closer to him. They follow his gaze, resting their bodies closer to Jud’s neck. Blanc keeps his hand on Jud’s bare belly, keeping his hand on it all times. Phillip peppers Jud’s neck with kisses and rubs at the bottom of Jud’s bump. Jud purred, feeling sleep fall heavy on his eyelids. As he fell deeper into sleep, he still felt hands prodding and rubbing his belly and arms embacing him, and occasional kisses on his neck.