The Rightful King

Scott | 046

"I should look into putting gardens up here as well. It's such a waste of space as it is." He said, hoping to cut through some of the awkwardness that surrounded them. They hadn't spoken properly still, and their mating ceremony would be held a week from now. Scott's pride urged him to continue things as they have been, to not give in to the younger's whims, but Robbie was proving to be quite stubborn. If he wanted to avoid Robbie openly scowling at him in front of the kingdom, he'd have to smooth things over.

Robbie didn't answer immediately, hands clenched at his lap and jaw tense as he looked at the setting sun. "Do you think it would be best if we break up?"

He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting Robbie to say, but it certainly wasn't that. He was at a loss for words, for once. Breaking up. It was such a childish notion, so casual in its use. As if they were simply boyfriends who'd met under usual circumstance. Perhaps in another life, one where they weren't in such delicate positions, they would have met at school. Or a coffee shop. Or bumped into each other on the street by chance and fallen in love at first sight. Breaking up would be acceptable then, a natural part of life. People broke up all the time, the same song and dance of trying on partners to see who would fit properly. Shedding those partners when it didn't was normal. Common. Breaking up was a luxury Scott couldn't afford.

"No," He settled on, softly, extending his hand towards him. Robbie took it, expression open, vulnerable, "No, there's no breaking up. Not that I want to, but I chose you, and you said yes. It's not an option."

"Okay," Robbie nodded, voice just as soft, "Okay, but Scott... I can't, won't, give up this baby."

It was nearly a direct parallel to earlier, and Scott wanted to bang his head against a wall. He briefly entertained the idea of slipping Mugwort into Robbie's tea. It would be early enough and so easy, and Robbie would never know otherwise. Scott wasn't the sort of man who believed in karma, but just as quickly as the thought came to him, he pushed it away. If he wanted to have a long, stable relationship with him, it couldn't start with such a huge breach in trust.

"I have one condition, and I won't fight you anymore about keeping the fetus." He said, "Our first child, as a mated triad, I want it to be biologically mine and yours."

Robbie made a noise, "But isn't two Omegas conceiving really hard?"

"We'll likely need medical intervention, yes. It's the only way to guarantee our heir be an Omega though, if you're willing to carry again."

"What about Allen?"

Scott waved his hand dismissively, "Any children after that will be his. I don't care, so long as our firstborn is mine."

"Okay. Okay, yeah that shouldn't be an issue." He nodded to himself, hands clasped, and shoulders hunched. He looked small, and incredibly young, and Scott felt his heart lurch. He sighed and leaned forward, reaching out to cup Robbie's face with his hands. The Omega looked up then, all soft hair, soft nose, soft lips, soft cheeks, soft eyes, and Scott was so angry that he'd tethered themselves together.

"I know this hasn't been easy." He said, something he couldn't describe tugging in his chest, threatening to spill out of his lips. "And I know I've not been someone you can lean on; I hope that you can forgive me for that. Our mating will be in a week, and in another you will be Queen. I want your ruling to begin on a peaceful note."

"Is this your attempt at an apology, Scott?" His pink lips curved into a small smile, eyes fluttering closed as Scott rubbed his thumbs across his cheek bones, "I think gardens would be nice up here. Maybe all three of us could learn about plants together."

"I'd like that, sweetheart." He agreed, leaning forward to kiss him.

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"You two made up?" Allen asked that night, all three of them in Robbie's nest again. They'd moved back to their usual positions, Robbie sandwiched between the two of them and Allen on the side closest to the door. The Alpha's nose grazed Robbie's bared neck, his resounding purr rumbling in his throat as he relished in the contact. "You smell happy."

"Yes," Scott confirmed, moving to share a kiss with Allen above the younger Omega. Robbie had a hand shoved up his t-shirt, soft hand running over his flesh, though whether it was meant to be soothing or not was up for debate. He could feel the beginnings of Robbie's erection against his hip, so it was more likely he was feeling Scott up.

Allen tasted of mint from toothpaste and tobacco from the cigarette he'd smoked on the balcony when Robbie had dragged Scott to shower with him. Scott wondered if Allen thought he was successful at hiding his habit, or if he just didn't care. Perhaps he should have said something about it, but he was tired of disagreeing with people at the moment, of debating and thinking of what to say next. He'd nag about Allen's addiction eventually, but now he just wanted to kiss his lover, and enjoy the heady taste on his tongue.

Robbie whined when they ignored him for too long, and they took turns peppering his face with kisses until he was giggling and half-heartedly fighting off their attacks. They settled down then, exhaustion washing over him like a wave. He'd had an early morning and a long day, and he'd have an early day tomorrow too. Sleep tugged at him, surrounded by Robbie and Allen's steady breaths and comforting scents.

"I've missed you," Robbie whispered, just as Allen's light snores picked up. The younger had a hand in Scott's hair, twirling a curl between his fingers, "I don't want to fight again, but I'm scared."

"Scared of what, love?" He asked, catching Robbie's hand as he pulled back, placing light kisses along his fingertips.

"Scared of being pregnant. Motherhood. I know you think I'm making the wrong decision, but..." He trailed off, whispering as though his words were a sin.

"You have Allen and I, every step of the way, darling. Surely, between the three of us, we'll figure it out."

The library had parenting books too, a small hoard of them that'd belonged to his own mother when she was expecting, apparently. She'd also kept a diary throughout her pregnancy as well, that his father had given him when he'd presented as an Omega. Scott had poured over the pages the days following his first heat, seeking salvation in his late mother's looping handwriting. She had delighted in every little kick to her womb, documented her symptoms and cravings. Talked about his father in a way that didn't seem to match the one who'd raised him, words describing a soft mate and eager father, a man who'd apparently died alongside his mate, leaving a stern Alpha and stoic King. She'd expressed her anticipation of getting to know the child she was carrying, of how she'd love and treasure them no matter what. At the time Scott was shaken at the words, shame burning bright and hot as his body recovered from the fever and mind reeling from the strange instincts. He still had the diary, kept safe in a box in his room, he'd have to dig it out for Robbie.

"Promise?" He asked, voice thin, brittle. Scott wondered how much this was weighing on him.

"The child will be loved," Scott assured, planting a last kiss on his palm before snuggling closer, "Now sleep. We have to taste test cakes tomorrow."