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The sound of a hiccup and then sniffling is what Mark wakes up to. It's late into the night because he can't see the harsh sunrays falling through the gap between the curtains. He checks the clock on the bedside table and sees that it's 2:45am.
Then he smells it before he even sees it, knows that Renjun is overly distressed. The reason is what he's awoken to find out.
Carefully so as not to scare his omega off, Mark reaches out his hands to tap him on the shoulder, watching as the shaking body stops for a miniscule moment before abruptly moving away, a little struggle, and then he gets up from the bed.
Mark, now severely worried, moves up from his laying down position and sits up, his eyes now wide awake. The burnt sugar he can smell coming off of Renjun is enough to wash away any remnants of sleep he had.
"Baby?" He tries, moving closer to the edge of the bed as he watches Renjun cry even harder. Seemingly shying away from Mark's line of sight as he cradles his body close. "Baby what's wrong? Are you okay?"
He doesn't get a respond, frankly, he doesn't even expect one. He sighs to himself and continues to move up until he's seated on the edge of the bed, a little distance between him and Renjun but it's too much of a distance to him.
"Hey, hey, listen to my voice baby, calm down okay?" Mark tries again, noticing that Renjun has started to hyperventilate and his tears are falling down faster, the light from their bedside lamp showing Mark just how swollen his eyes are and how his face is a deep red color. "Just breathe okay? Listen to my voice and calm down. Everything's fine, I'm right here."
Renjun does listen to Mark, eventually calming down enough for his scent to change into a light caramel scent. That means he's peeved but still okay. He's breathing shallowly, eyes closed as he tries to get his heart to steady.
"Good job, my love," Mark praises and he watches as Renjun just looks away, seemingly shy. "Now, do you want to talk?"
"No," he hears the mutter and then nods.
"That's fine baby," Mark responds. It's okay if Renjun doesn't want to talk but it's not okay if he's an arm's length away from Mark's reach. "Can I touch you?"
"No," Renjun's voice is breaking, his lips in a frown and his eyes tearing up again. His scent is reaching borderline dark caramel and Mark doesn't want that. "You won't want to touch me."
Mark pauses at that. What?
"What?" He replies, blinking his eyes so fast. "W-why wouldn't I want to touch you?"
"Because I'm…" the rest of the sentence is said in a mutter and Mark can't make out what it is.
"Baby I can't hear you," Mark says, watching Renjun pull down his large shirt as if to cover some of the skin he's showing.
It's his favorite shirt of Mark's. It's already too big on Mark but Renjun is just swimming in it. Even with the protruding belly of his, the shirt still reaches his shins.
Ever since he reached his 6 months mark, he'd been wearing that shirt every other day and it gets thrown into the washing machine way more times than it should, making it see through at this point. But Renjun still loves it. He still makes Mark rub his scent all over it once it's dried from the washer. And he still makes Mark fuck him in it just because.
But now he's trying to use that shirt as a barrier, as a shield away from Mark's reach. Mark isn't having it.
Renjun takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and then opening them to speak again. "I said you won't want to touch me… because I'm disgusting."
Mark wants to either die or kill the person that put that thought in Renjun's mind. "Baby why do you think that of yourself? God.. just- just come here. Please."
Renjun hesitates but then changes his mind, taking a bit of time to reach between Mark's spread thighs but eventually he does concede, pulling the shirt down still, even as he finds his rightful place on Mark's lap, leg on either side of his.
"Shh, who made my beautiful baby cry hm?" Mark whispers, like it's their little secret. He lifts his hands and wipes his thumb across Renjun's cheek, wiping the tears away. "You still look so pretty when you cry, how is that possible?"
Renjun just looks at Mark, sniffling. His hands are placed on his own lap and he's just watching Mark do his thing.
"You're so so pretty. My beautiful omega," Mark compliments, his lips replacing where his thumbs once were. He kisses the apples of Renjun's cheeks softly while whispering sweet nothings to his skin. "You've gotten even more beautiful since you got pupped."
Renjun is still silent but his scent has gone back to his caramel scent and that's a good sign. He's still just looking at Mark with that same face, wondering what Mark is doing as he just sits there.
"Look at you," Mark sighs, as if it's paining him so much that Renjun can't see it with his own eyes. His hands reach below the huge shirt to grab his supple thighs. "You've gotten so much softer these days. Your body is practically a cloud."
That makes Renjun chuckle. And when Mark lifts his eyes to look him in the eye, Renjun manages a small smile, just at the corner of his lips.
"I'm so proud of you," Mark says, his hands inching upwards and caressing the side of Renjun's belly, softly massaging it in small circles. "You're doing so good, being the best omega ever. Being such a good parent, the baby will be so lucky to have you as a parent."
"You think?" Renjun sniffles. His hands have moved from his laps and are on Mark's chest, feeling his steady heartbeat.
"Baby I know so," Mark reassures him, smiling wide and reaching up Renjun's face to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I don't think you're disgusting and I don't think you should be thinking that way either, hm?"
"Okay," Renjun nods. "Okay."
"Good. Good boy, Renjun," Renjun sniffles and looks away, a blush forming on his face. He still can't get used to Mark praising him out of the blue like that. "Do you still wanna talk?"
Renjun hesitates for a second before he nods, yes. Mark waits for him to talk but then he just lifts his hands from Mark's chest and begins to lift his shirt up.
"I'm milking," he explains when Mark just stares at his chest. Seeing as Mark is still confused, he further tucks his shirt underneath his chin and then reaches out to bring Mark's hand to his slightly puffed up chest.
He makes Mark's fingers squeeze and a stream of thick milk oozes out. "Wow."
Truth is, Mark had already smelled the milk coming from Renjun when he'd woken up. Same way he'd scented Renjun when he first got pupped. And the same way he knew when Renjun barged in, telling him the baby had it's first kick. It's the alpha instincts.
"It's weird right? It's just that it's been getting too full these day, my chest hurts, it soaks through my shirt when I'm doing things and it just makes me so frustrated." Renjun is talking fast and sounds peeved but Mark knows. He just knows what to do or say to make him feel better.
"That's just your body getting ready for our baby you know?" Mark chuckles. "But isn't this still too much milk for one pup?"
Renjun just blinks at him. "You.. you didn't know?" And now it's Mark's turn to blink dumbly.
"Didn't know? Didn't know what?"
"Baby, we're not having one pup," Renjun starts, his face slowing curving into a smile. "We're having three. I didn't tell you cause I thought you'd already figured it out as usual.
"What?" Mark sighs deeply, his chest rising and falling. "Are you - are you sure?"
"I found out yesterday at the clinic," Renjun replies, nodding his head and his hands are cupping Mark's face. "Our doctor, Ten, said the babies are healthy and I almost fainted. I explained to him that there's only one pup in me but he showed me the scan and there they were, two more pups."
"Oh baby," Mark sighs and leans in to hug Renjun as closely as his belly let's them. "You have no idea how happy this has made me. And you too, you're doing so so well, carrying our pups. I'm so proud of you."
Renjun kisses the top of Mark's head and then pulls Mark away from his chest to kiss him firmly on the lips.
"I love you," he says, eyes sincere and full of love.
"I love you," Mark replies, leaning in to boop their noses together. "So so much, you don't even know."
"I think I might have an inkling," Renjun laughs and pulls Mark in for another kiss.