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Harden frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s get you to the house and get you warmed up and maybe we can figure it out.”
“It was very warm in the barns. I was in no danger.”
Brayden chuckled, the sound wry. The snow was driving against them as they forged their way back to the house. “We should have taken the tunnels.”
“I forget they’re there. To be honest I’ll remember someday.”
“It’s not that far. I’ve got you.” Brayden carried him right in the front door. Sebby got the towels his mother handed him and dried them all off.
They settled in the main living area, with Brayden lowering him gently to the large sofa. “What would you like to drink, love?”
He thought about that, frowning when nothing came to mind. He felt uncomfortable and hot, oddly, and his whole torso was rippling.
“I think I might be in labor.”
Sebby snorted. “You think so?”
He glared at Sebastian. “You are not helping.”
“I’m just saying for someone who breeds animals for a living, you’re remarkably clueless.”
“Sebastian, be decent. One day it will be your omega.”
“Hey! I asked Brayden to come out, didn’t I? I noticed you were nesting.” Seb rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not, this happens up the mountain a lot.”
Harden could only imagine. They had very many babies. Many.
Your mom says we might have as many as thirteen.
Shut up. I will murder you in your sleep, right now.
Okay then. He wouldn’t mention that again…
Mom came in with a plate. “Sebastian, I made you a sandwich, but if you’re heading home, now is the time. There’s a huge storm on the horizon.”
“I can stay.” Seb’s eyes crossed for a moment. “Okay, I cleared it with Dad and Uncle Zeke. That way I can help with the bwostfol.”
Harden sat up. “Let me make you up a room.”
Mom rolled her eyes. “Take him to your rooms, Brayden? Please?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Brayden hoisted Harden into his arms again. “Off we go, love.” He marched them back to their bedroom, lowering Harden to the bed when they got there.
“I’m capable of making a bed, Brayden.”
Brayden nodded, beginning to remove his shoes. “I know, but you don’t want to get me in trouble with your mom, do you?”
Well, it might be a bit amusing to do that… But no. No, he wanted Brayden here with him, and his mom might just kick the man out for the birth.
She could be a little mean that way.
“All right, but honestly, I’m just—” He stopped as a cramp tightened his belly, panting through the sensation.
“Just what?” Brayden moved him gently, pulling down the covers, getting him all settled comfortably. “In labor. Like whoa.”
“Uh. Uh-huh.” He sat up, curling over his belly. “Oh, little boy, you’re not waiting much longer are you?”
