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Everyone had one. Everyone had one except them.
It burned in the back of her mind like an oven eye. Bright red and smoking from the sides— like Marinette was certain her ears were doing at that moment. She just— Did her Alphas not love her? Not want her? Was she not good enough? Was the nest bad?
“Nette?”
Maybe she wasn’t doing it right. Maybe she was the problem. Maybe she just needed to try harder. She could do that, try harder. She could be perfect for them.
“Marinette.” Adrien grabbed her by the shoulders and his face twisted up in concern, “Are you okay?”
He was holding a small bundle with deep brown hair and giant golden eyes, Lê Chiến Sophie. Kim and Alix’s little baby that was hardly a month old and couldn’t even support her neck.
She realized as Adrien came to her side that everyone in the room had their eyes on her. Some looked on in disapproval, but most of her friends gave smiles of pity. That burned her worse— Luka came next, wrapping his arms just at her waist and giving a squeeze, “You’re letting out a lot of distress pheromones.” Luka whispered against her neck, it was calming, brilliant sea-salt and chocolate tones washed over Marinette like a lullaby.
Alya came over as well, scooped up baby Sophie, and allowed Adrien to bury himself against her neck. Adrien was different, bright tones, honeysuckle and pine, “Did someone upset you?”
“N-No.” she finally manages to mutter as the party kicks back up and the low thrum of music hides their conversation better from the onlookers, “It’s not… it’s not that…” Marinette’s eyes fall to the carpet, fine, plush, off white.
Both Alpha’s catch it.
The way her eyes dart from the carpet to the baby being passed around. The way her pulse quickens and how her scent spikes with distress for just a moment before her eyes are back to the floor and she breathes more of her Alpha’s scent in, “I-I want to go home.”
Adrien is quick with the formalities while Luka loads them into a car, because ‘Omegan Baby Fever’ is never an easy thing and Luka hates that he can feel his knot swelling over the thought of actually breeding Marinette. His hands tighten around the steering wheel.
And ….and Marinette.
Well… between the emotional toll the day is taking and her hormones—- Marinette is reading this all wrong.
She takes their aggressive-quick tendencies as irritation and disapproval. She thinks they're disappointed in her inability to stay at a formal event and control her emotions. Marinette sees Adrien exit the house, watches his fingers track back through his hair and then fan himself, she sees Luka grip the steering wheel and…
She just wants to be good, so good… she can… she promises.. — and then involuntarily lets out a whine. An Omega distress cry.
Luka’s head spins around so fast, her cheeks are absolutely flushed and her eyes are swelling with tears.
The sound of the seat belt unbuckling and the driver side door opening in the next few seconds have her high strung. Oh. No, he’s mad. He’s going to leave her, find another omega. A better one. One he’ll actually … Marinette sobs, would Adrien leave too?
“I need you to drive.” he says, tossing Adrien the keys.
The blonde catches them with ease, but gives Luka a completely baffled look when he sees the other alpha loading himself up in their much-too-small backseat. Adrien comes around to the driver side with his eyebrows drawn together and pokes his head in the door, “What’s wrong n—” Adrien’s words come to a halt when he pokes himself in enough to see Luka squishing himself against their crying omega. It all falls into place and he absolutely understands why the other has pretzeled himself into the backseat, “Right.”
“Melody , my sweet Marinette.” He’s buried there against her neck, dragging her tiny body between his legs to sit in his lap — he has to be uncomfortable. Has to be. Luka’s legs are so long and their backseat is so small— it hardly fits Marinette and Rose on a good day.
The engine revs up and Adrien tries his best to focus on the road, trusting that Luka will take care of her.
He’s trying his best to ignore her soft cries and his own desperate need to crawl into the back seat. Adrien’s fingers drum against the steering wheel anxiously. He turns down the first few streets onto the open road and he just … fuck.
“Talk to me, what happened?” Luka cooes, making sure to let out as many calming pheromones as possible, “Are you feeling sick? Or is it just—”
“I-I’m an awful omega.” She bursts out, tears flowing down her face.
And Adrien has to physically stop himself from slamming on the breaks. “Princess.” he growls, “I-… I don’t know why you feel that way. But I don't want you to ever say that again.” His eyes are so focused on the road and his grip on the wheel is so strong that his knuckles have started to turn white — just like Luka’s had.
She whimpers, because he’s angry— he’s upset, and it’s still her fault.
“Mari.” Luka mutters against her neck, he drags his tongue over her neck, calm and soothing against his mark on the left side, “You’re the best omega. Our pretty little omega. You take care of us, made us that wonderful nest and—”
“W-Why haven’t either of you bred me then?” She asks, point blank with her lip wobbling between her teeth. — it’s strangely hot too, warm in the car. Too warm. But she doesn’t want to let Luka go and she’s definitely not bold enough to ask for the air conditioner to be turned on.
Adrien swerves in traffic and Luka’s breath catches in his throat. They get promptly flipped off by another driver and… and Adrien is really testing himself now. This was a bad idea, putting the hotter headed— Noticeably more compulse driven alpha behind the wheel. Because Marinette needs them right now. Needs them to reassure her and breed her and shove their knots so deep inside her that—
Luka strokes along her face, peppers her with kisses, so many little kisses, “Time and place kind of thing, ‘Nette.” He nuzzles against the side of her face, scenting her with a hard press and Adrien feels his canines throb.
“It’s nothing to do with you, Melody.” Luka goes on, “We’re just busy, all of us. I… I really want children with you.”
He looks up into the rearview and locks eyes with Adrien, “With both of you.”
The car has slowed down, rush hour traffic has hit and Adrien’s fingers only speed up their staccato rhythm thumping against the wheel. It’s a Sunday— so the traffic isn’t honestly that bad—but Adrien groans because it’s still bumper to bumper and — god his road rage is awful. Especially when Luka is giving him those eyes and now he’s feeling his own knot swell against the seams of his dress pants.
“Luka. Don’t go there. I can’t… I can’t unless you actually mean that and...” He manages to breathe.
“I’m serious. We should… maybe we should talk about this more. Consider our futures as parents.” he says simply, and Marinette’s eyes widened because she hadn’t expected that and oh, she’s wet at the thought of them filling her… breeding her.
And – and oh.
She watches it. Both Alpha’s eyes dilate at the same time.
Her hips twitch, god she’s hot. Warm all over. All this talk of knots and children, and the reassurance of her being a perfect omega for them makes her swell. Hot. Fuck . Hot.
Only… only Luka is panting so hard now, and she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Adrien look so pissed off in her life. Why are they…
“Mari.” Luka manages to breathe over a chuckle that comes out so deep a cold sweat rolls down her back, “Did you forget to take your heat suppressants?”
Did …. Did she….
Fuck .
She had been so busy prepping for the party, so absolutely worried over if their present was wrapped perfectly enough. Stressing over their clothes …did… she really forget something so important?
Something hard presses against her ass. It’s been there the entire time but now it’s different. Theres the smell of Alpha precum hotboxing their car and— fuck its hot. She’s burning up and oddly cold all at once and .. and—
A cry comes from between parted lips, another omega cry.
“Son of a bitch.” Adrien growls while Luka tries his best to keep his composure under control.
This isn’t … they cant here — but his knot throbs at the small noises she makes and that sticky-sweet scent is clogging Luka’s nose. His hand reaches for the bottom of her dress and Adrien’s growl can't be mistaken.
“Luka.” He barks, the green of his eyes is nearly gone, replaced with gold.
Luka meets the stare. Solid gold with hints of red at the edges.
This is the part where Luka stops having self control, where Luka stops being the level headed one and stares back at Adrien with his own growl, “Drive. Hands on the wheel.” It’s a command between Alpha’s and Marinette absolutely gushes a wave of slick from between her thighs that makes both men dizzy.
Adrien wheezes over a few breaths. He’s trying to resist the command, mentally he’s demanding they switch places, but Luka’s voice is like sweet honey, “Be good for me, little Alpha— The light is green.”
Adrien glances up and sees, yes , the cars have all started moving again. He hits the gas.
“Alpha, Alpha, please.” Marinette babbles– and Luka reaches down a second time, ripping her dress. The fabric is no match for the strength of an alpha falling into a rut and it splits in a straight line up the middle of her body. It exposes her pink boyshort style panties that are soaked dark pink at her core and shows how hard her tiny pink nipples are.
“Melody.” He mutters, wrenching open her legs in a single fluid motion— not that she would protest. Luka’s hands are unshy, and he rips her underwear in a quick motion so that he can see her exposed and dripping, “Sing for the good kitty in the front seat, won't you?”
Adrien tenses and Luka lets his fingers slide down to her opening, purposefully he drags his fingers over her clit. Lingers there for a moment before dragging down lower and pushing two thick fingers inside, “Luka!” Marinette thrashes at the feeling.
He isn’t being gentle, he’s playing dirty. Stroking fast motions against her walls with the two digits that she has decided are equally divine and also aren’t nearly filling her up enough, “A-A-Alpha.”
So fast, so so fast. Luka is relentless with how his fingers curl and flex inside her, “I can't believe you would suggest we don’t want to fill up your pretty little cunt with pups.” Oh oh oh, faster, the movement creates a sloshing squelch from all the slick that’s dripping from her.
If Marinette were in her right mind she’d be mortified, stuffing her face in his shirt or a pillow to hide. But no, she’s too far gone for that, her head is thrown back and her mouth is hanging open shamelessly as the cacophony of cries comes barreling from her throat.
They’re stopped again. A standstill this time with the cars around them on all sides.
Adrien turns, his golden eyes staring right at her. He watches as Luka curls his fingers right at that moment and Adrien growls out a low, “When we get home and I can actually get my hands on you, I’m going to breed you till you don’t know your name anymore. Till you can’t think of Luka and the only thing on your lips is garbled versions of my name.”
And— and Marinette gushes around Luka’s fingers. Waves upon waves of slick soaking Luka’s lap as she mewls and tightens around his fingers. Oh she’s crying so loud, singing so pretty just like they asked her.
Luka doesn’t seem to notice though, or if he does – He’s a master at hiding it. Because instead of addressing her earth shattering orgasm, Luka just fucks his fingers into her harder, adds a third finger casually to brutalize her weeping cunt. He gives Adrien a deadpan, “Eyes on the road, kitty.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Adrien hates that. He hates how his knot swells and he obediently turns away from his mates at Luka’s command.
“Alpha. Please!” —God she’s so desperate for a knot.
Luka relents, drags his fingers from her cunt with a loud squelch. Sticky, wet, and trying to suck them back in with a feverish need— his fingers are absolutely coated. Dripping with that sugar cookie-honey yummy scent. Luka drags his thumb along his tongue and hums, then shoves her out of his lap that’s saturated with her slick— she’s on her back in the other seat now, “Stay.” He commands and ignores how she whines but obediently stays put with her legs spread oh so pretty for him.
Luka leans up, and hooks his arm forward just to shove them in between Adrien’s lips, “Isn’t she just so sweet? Our perfect little omega.” Luka can see it, feel it, smell the other alpha’s arousal— if it wasn’t obvious by how tight his pants were. Adrien’s tongue runs along his fingers in a sweeping motion. Sucking and lapping up every bit of her he can. His eyes roll back and the moan that escapes him once he’s satisfied that he’s licked Luka’s fingers clean is guttural, “Eyes open, kitty.”
Adrien frowns, the light is green and he steps on the gas as Luka pops his finger’s from his mouth, “Just hurry up and take your turn, when we get home she’s mine.”
Marinette whines, she’s tearing at her dress more because she’s overheating and no one is touching her, “Stop fighting and someone fuck me please.”
Adrien cringes, bites his lip over a moan. Luka just grins and gives Adrien a pat on the shoulder with his now slobber-slick fingers, “We’ll see about that.” And then Luka is leaning over the tiny space in the back seat to push Marinette’s legs up so high that her knees touch her ears and her ankles give a little bounce against the ceiling of the vehicle. Her eyelids lower and her voice comes out like silk, “Knot me, Alpha.”
Oh. Fuck.
He knows, he knows for sure there isn’t a condom in the car— and while Luka is consumed with her, how her cunt is absolutely trembling for him— His brain manages to put on the brakes enough to know that would be an awful idea. A sinfully, terrible, awful, horrible, wonderful idea.
His canines give a throb and she looks up at him with eyes so wide and blue and begging. For him. For his knot. His pups—
“Luka.” Adrien calls from the front. It isn’t patronizing this time, it’s a genuine warning for Luka to get his shit under control. “Breath, love.”
The sentiment is in the right place, but again, between the three of them the car is absolutely boiling over with heat and alpha – so naturally, deep breaths aren’t exactly the best idea right now. Nevertheless, the words bring him back to himself. The red on his iris’ backs off a step back to bright gold, “No. Please .” She begs, “Need you, Alpha.” – Marinette grabs the backs of her knees and her fingers drop to her core, spreading herself with delicate fingers.
He can’t fuck her. But he can… he can try to sate her thirst. So Luka dives in with his tongue against her in that instant. It’s addictive and she tastes like honey. A sweeter honey than earlier when he’d licked a few drops of her nectar from his thumb. No, this is from the source, her legs are absolutely trembling around his shoulders as he makes wide stripes over her folds and gives a firm suck to her clit.
He wants more. Wants to taste more.
God, he’s possessed by her scent, her taste, her . He makes another bold move to lap at her center with the flattest part of his tongue and she gives another gush against him. He doesn’t stop when she comes the second time – again it’s almost dismissive because Luka wants more of her sweet and nothing can stop him. He doesn’t even realize she’s come until her knees lock against his head, desperately squishing him between her thighs while listening to every sweet noise she offers.
Such a sweet omega who just wants some pups knotted up in her perfect cunt.
“Knot meeee.” She whines – on cue. And he’s lucky, god he’s lucky with Adrien’s timing.
Because he hears the gear shift into park and he knows Adrien will get them safely in the house despite his tongue dipping inside her, seeking more. He can't pull his tongue from her, can't stop drinking her in, but Adrien will help— even if the boys rough each other up a bit.
When the car door opens into their garage, Luka feels a hand on his dress coat jacket, he can’t stop the natural growl, but then–
“You absolute fucking dog.” Adrien snaps, hauling Luka back by his coat and tossing him onto the cement. Adrien’s eyes are red. Fully red. And Luka’s mouth falls open, his tongue still poking out and freezes there because he’s so shocked. Because how did Adrien… How did he drive like that??
Adrien gathers her up in his arms and kicks the car door shut while Luka remains on the ground in awe, “Come on.” Adrien demands while Marinette squirms in his arms.
“Can’t wait… Can’t… Couch… Please.”
Adrien chuckles, “Princess .”
— because doesn’t that sound appealing?
But he knows if they take her on the couch and not in their nest there will be dear hell to pay later, “Just a little longer.”
She whines, and Luka is behind them. Tossing a few things around the kitchen while Adrien carries the pawing omega up the stairs.
Luka hears the door open, shut. The bare mumblings of Adrien saying something. Shuffling. And then Marinette is crying. Crying . And Luka is up the stairs in an instant to see something beautiful and also completely dangerous. Adrien is so lost in their omega. She’s in his lap already, bouncing on his cock — his raw cock— like it’s a park ride. She’s screaming, crying . Because she’s finally going to get a knot. They made her wait the whole ride home and—
— and Luka’s eyes fade from gold to red.
He walks over to them and physically pulls Marinette from Adrien’s cock with another of those sticky wet noises— and then he tosses her carefully – effortlessly – into the nest. He manages to ignore the cries from the distressed omega who just wants cock. But Luka can’t ignore the alpha who stands at attention. He follows, or at least tries to follow her into the nest— but Luka places a hand at his shoulder to stop the pursuit.
“You got to have her the whole ride home.” Adrien growls, grabbing Luka by the arm.
“And I want more.” Luka snaps, lip curling as he bows up his chest against Adrien. It’s a fight for dominance. They both know Luka will win, but it doesn't stop Adrien and Luka from falling to the floor in an angry flurry of snapping fangs while Marinette touches herself in the nest.
She can’t help it— It hurts, she’s hot and her alpha’s are fighting to take her, to have the first shot at sowing their seed deep in her fertile cunt.
The fighting doesn’t stop until Luka manages to undress himself from the waist down and presses his knot against Adrien’s ass.
Humiliation for an Alpha– And Adrien loves it despite how much it burns his pride.
The blonde’s shoulders are pinned to their carpet with a flat palm between his shoulder blades and Luka’s other hand squeezing Adrien’s knot in a deliciously painful way, “Sit. Stay. Take your turn properly. Or I’ll knot your jaw.”
A bead of precum leaks out of Adrien’s cock at the threat and he gives one last pathetic buck against Luka to try and escape before he yields and drops his head. His cock gives another dribble at the tip, “Almost like you want to be an omega, Adrien. You’d be a pretty one for sure.”
It burns, Adrien wants to snap back and push the other away to get back to the feast writhing in their nest. But when Luka removes his hands, Adrien is glued to the floor by the presence of the more dominant man.
Luka walks around freely, purposefully stalking around the room while Marinette touches herself desperately. She’s been whining the entire time, crying for them. Luka grabs a condom from their bedside drawer and he’s so lost in the need to knot her that he doesn’t even notice the packaging is damaged, no, Luka just rolls it over his cock.
— unlike Adrien who was raw inside her. Ready to spill his come — How fucking unfair.
Luka snatches Marinette by the ankles and drags her to him. It’s all so quick and from Adrien’s place on the floor he can see everything. He can see how Luka holds her over his behemoth of a cock, “Yes yes yes yes yes, please! Luka. Please! Need it. Need you.”
“Adrien. Watch me fuck our Omega.” He says, and then lets her sink down on him.
Marinette’s eyes flutter into the back of her head and she comes around him instantly. Hot and spilling— Luka uses her just like that. Grabs her hips with a bruising grip and starts fucking her. The slap of their skin against one another is loud and lewd. He’s still so possessed by her scent, possessed by the thrill of making Adrien kneel for them.
God, his knot is already swelling, catching on her swollen cunt with every pass, Adrien’s eyes are so wide— he’s drooling both from his cock and his mouth as he watches them. Watches as Luka starts to lose himself to the feeling when his own eyes roll back.
Marinette just thrashes and impossibly tries to swallow Luka up more with her cunt, “ Please! Please! Please, knot me.”
That’s when it happens. When Luka feels as much as Adrien watches Luka’s knot swell and the condom splits straight down the middle.
Luka stops. God, he has no idea how he manages to do it, but he stops just before he pops his knot inside of her. There’s beads of sweat trailing down his face, “Adrien.” He pants, “Get me. Another. Condom.”
But then Marinette is squirming in his lap. Desperate. Her mind is filled with fucking and fill me up, goddammit. And knowing that the condom has broken only makes her do it even more.
Luka’s thankful for the position, thankful that he has his hands holding her hips– because if he didn’t he’s certain she would have found a way to leg lock him and have her way then and there.
Adrien hasn’t moved though, he’s just watching. Letting the ideas swirl in his head.
Luka growls because he’s losing patience with himself and he doesn’t know how much longer he can help himself, “Adrien, now.”
The blonde swallows hard. Trying to deny the command while Marinette cries, “Fucking— fill me up Luka! Give me your pups. I want you to knot me. IwantyouIwantyouIwantyou! Breed me. Now. Give me pups. Give me them. Now. I want them.”
Another swallow, “Give them to her.”
And Luka, god is he an equally strong as he is a weak man. His hands are trembling. Not because he’s struggling to hold her, but because the temptation to just fucking knot her is so … so good.
“Guys.” He pants, his knot throbs, “ Dammit… I thought we said… Can’t…Can’t we talk about this?”
Adrien stands slowly. He meets Luka’s eyes, “We are talking about this.”
“Knot me.”— “Knot her.” — his mates say in unison.
“Adrien… Marinette….” God, he’s sweating.
Adrien just grins, licks a stripe along his fang and places his hands on either side of Marinette’s shoulders.
“Knot her for me, Luka.” – And then pushes, watching as Luka bottoms out. Filling Marinette and knotting her so so good. She screams, and so does Luka as he spills inside her in pulses. It’s the first time he’s knotted her raw and …. Fuck… fuck.
It’s perfect.
There’s something primal growing in his stomach—he’s so fucking satisfied by the fact. Knowing there’s a chance he’s filling her with their pups right that second. White explodes behind his eyes as another wave of come spits from his cock inside her while Marinette is slowly coming down from her own high. It’ll take a few minutes for him to do the same.
And Adrien certainly doesn’t mind waiting, not with the sweet revenge he has planned for that shit in the car. Honestly, what was Luka thinking? Shoving omega slick— an omega who’s in heat— into his mouth while he drives?
It’s stupid. Reckless. Adrien could have crashed the damn car, but no one notices that at that moment aside from Adrien. Luka leans back against the bed, letting Marinette sit upright on his cock.
Nope, they’re all too focused on this moment.
“I can't believe you did that.” Luka says, breathless, but he’s smiling, and they can see the first few shimmers of blue coming back into Luka’s eyes.
“Me either.” Marinette manages to giggle through the moment of clarity in her heat, “ Oh…fuck it’s so hot … I’ve never… felt come before … warm.”
Adrien brushes a loving hand through her hair and the other presses against the bulge at the lower part of her belly, “You’re going to get so much more, Princess.”
She pulses around Luka’s knot and the larger Alpha gives a hiss. The knot has shrunk just a bit and Adrien just wants to see the look of anguish on Luka’s face— unknotting prematurely is a sick game after all.
So Adrien leans over and licks a long mark over his own mating bite on the right side of her neck, “I’ll knot you better than him, I’ll have you so pretty on my cock. I’ll fuck you so nicely, Princess.
Her scent starts right back up and the cloud of heat washes over her, sugar cookies, “P-please , Adrien, kitty…”
And then without prelude he plucks her off Luka’s lap to reveal the remnants of the broken condom.
The sight of Adrien holding her open so that Luka's come leaks from her cunt in and drow her thighs in long drips earns another hiss, “No!” She yelps instinctively despite being pushed into the mattress. It’s not supposed to be there, the come, it’s supposed to be inside, swirling, messing her up, breeding her so well.
Luka growls— but he’s so tired now. Too tired to really do anything about Adrien shoving her face into a plush pillow and pressing his cock deep inside her cunt.
When she’s plugged again her tone changes and Marinette is crying all over again— Adrien’s cock is different, and it brushes against her insides in a way that Luka’s never will.
“Adriiiiien.” She squeaks, because with every pass he hits her cervix and his own swelling knot is catching on her rim.
“Hey, Luka?” He mumbles. Looking over to those wide blue eyes with a sick grin, “You know what us feline descendents have a specialty in?”
Luka’s so drunk on pleasure still, still recovering and can hardly move– He can’t manage more than a huff and a quiet, “Hmm?”
“Scrubbing out competitor semen.” His fangs glint, “Nothing personal.”
And then he locks them together with Marinette’s screams being muffled by the plethora of pillows.
His knot swells and ties them while Marinette trembles, cries. She sinks down into the mattress bonelessly while Adrien grinds against her overused cunt. Making sure that every new gush of come is as deep as possible.
His laugh is so cruel when she gives a pathetic whine, “Good little omega. Perfect omega.”
— They do that, competing . Fucking her raw for the remainder of the week while Marinette slowly comes down from the heat.
It's already done so… so they forego the condoms and let themselves sink happily into the pleasures of breeding.
It’s a very long, sticky week.
It’s at the five month appointment when the baby adjusts enough for the sonogram technician.
For them to realise it’s babies – as in plural and the fear overwhelms them all.
They agreed on two . As in, no more than two. One for each alpha. But this meant… It meant only one would father their children.
As excited as they were, the unspoken tense atmosphere in the house didn’t dissipate. But the trio chose to ignore it and continue on happily picking out nursery decorations.
Neither alpha is allowed in the room when she has the twins, mated Alpha’s get much too emotional seeing their omega’s in labor. So instead her mother, Sabine, is the one left to act as support
Adrien’s leg thumps up and down and Luka reaches over. He gives his hand a squeeze despite his own obvious worry, “She’s okay. They’re all going to be okay.”
“Promise?” Adrien asks, god he’s so out of breath. So terrified.
”She’s strong, so strong. Beautiful, just like you.”
Adrien flushes bright red and Luka leans over to place his head against the blonde’s shoulder, “She’s going to be fine, I promise.”
They stay like that for a few hours and then, when everything is said and done a tall red headed beta approaches the two men. They’re informed that they’re allowed inside the room now— and they both find themselves shaky, nervous messes.
Adrien makes the move to grab the other by the hand, their matching rings give a slight clink noise as he leans up to kiss Luka fully on the mouth, “I don’t care if they’re yours or mine. I’ll love them both regardless.”
“I promise.” Luka mutters softly against Adrien’s lips, curls his fingers into golden hair to ground himself, “I’ll be a good father no matter what too. They’re not yours or mine. They’re ours.”
He bumps their foreheads together and the nurse gives a smile, “Ready?”
They both take a deep breath, and then push open the door to see a very very tired looking Marinette and Sabine. Her mother is holding one bundle while Marinette exhaustedly looks over the other. Both bundles are sporting dark black-blue hair as far as either alpha can see.
Adrien makes several strides across the room, his heart has sunk just a bit. Because Luka’s hair is also black and he… he doesn’t know why he had hope. But… He promised. And he meant it. Because they knew what being in a polyamorous relationship with two alphas meant.
And Adrien… Adrien could be at peace with that.
He’s the first to kiss their wife on the cheek but Luka isn’t far behind once reality catches up with him—they both bombard her with kisses and look down at the baby in her arms, “This is Souxie.” She mutters, voice rasped and rough, her heart is swollen with so much happiness she can hardly contain the smile.
Giant blue eyes blink up at them, and…
And as much as Adrien wants to think they’re Marinette’s eyes. They’re absolutely Luka. Giant, aqua colored, with about a dozen tiny freckles covering the baby’s cheeks. There’s no way he doesn’t know, there’s a rumble of pride in his chest when he whispers, “H-Hello Souxie.”
And Adrien… Adrien loves her so much . One look and he’s in love with the baby, promises to teach her everything and anything. Protect her forever. He’s forgotten she’s not his. Because she is his regardless of biology.
Marinette realises that both of her Alpha’s are crying unabashedly. Snotty, red splotching their cheeks—their eyes absolutely filled with admiration over the tiny new souls. God, she loves them.
Sabine comes over with the other bundle, while Marinette’s exhausted voice mumbles, “And Nikolaus. Just like we talked about.” On cue, she pushes the bundle into his arms.
“You did a good job.” Sabine smiles, “All three of you.”
Three.
Three?
Adrien looks down at the second bundle, his heart is already beating out of his chest with love and admiration. He doesn’t care. They’re his even if they’re Luka’s and— And bright green eyes stare up at him, tiny hands flex and the baby cooes the softest of sounds.
He missed it at first glance. The tuft of white-blonde hair peeking out from all the black.
Oh .
Oh .
Adrien’s really crying now, as if he wasn’t before.
The nurse just beams at the little family, “I’ll never be able to imagine how it happened– aside from the actual medical science behind two eggs being produced.” He laughs and types away at the chart notes, “You two had great timing it seems.”
The three share a look, and Adrien wipes his tears as he looks at the baby in Luka’s arms, and then at the little girl blinking up at him so sweetly from where Marinette holds her, “Thank god for baby fever.”