Archive of Our Own

Life haven’t always turn out great for neither Steven, Marc nor Jake, but it had been bearable these past few months. They’ve gotten their own separate bodies as a reward from the deities for stopping Ammit, and now, they’re living together in Steven’s A.K.A their flat while occasionally bumping into each other.

That or bumping into Steven’s endless piles of books. 

Seriously, that guy just doesn’t know when to stop— it’s to the point where they’re constantly living in fear of being knocked out by Steven’s gigantic stacks of books of Egyptian mythologies and history. It’s hysterical.

Said man is currently into Greek mythology. 

Marc started praying to Khonshu for mercy when the Brit had enthusiastically came home with three different books of Greek history. 

Jake had decided to accept his fate of living with a walking and talking encyclopaedia and became Steven’s chair— just listening to the man’s endless chatter and lesson of the Greek history and at some point, the Spaniard dozed off. Marc had resorted to going on a run to escape the lecture, and eventually came back to Steven comfortably curled in Jake’s lap like a cat.

The Brit was only snapped out of his concentrated state when Marc comes in, smelling like a tragic story of a wet sandwich trapped in a lunch box for twenty days, growing fungus. Well, that was a dramatic way of saying Marc smelt like shit, but hey, the point gotta get across somehow.

“Oh please, Stevie. You’ve been complaining about smells for the past two months. We’ve smelt worse in Cairo.”

That wasn’t a lie. Steven was a clean freak. He liked smelling nice and Cairo had been less than ideal for his super hygienic self— walking in the desert made him feel sticky and nasty, but really, he was too busy surviving so he didn’t notice until they were driving back home and complained the whole ride.

Steven let out a small groan. It’s easier to get under Steven’s skin nowadays, Marc had noticed.

“Just go shower. I can’t.”

Steven had been even more sensitive to smells— hell, to most things starting a few weeks ago. He had called Layla for advice, and she told him to bring Steven to the doctors.

Yup. Steven surely wouldn’t throw a tantrum at that. Right?

“Steven, buddy..”

Marc had started, Steven had ended it for him with an angry whine. 

“Okay, fine. Sheesh. Shower first.”

Steven went back to nuzzling up against Jake’s chest after Marc’s foul stench finally stopped burning his nostril’s hairs as the latter disappears into the bathroom.

Jake, at this point, had been snoring if anything. Doesn’t notice too much about the situation, but the warmth of Steven’s body on his own.

Marc came out fifteen minutes later. That’s the longest he could be in the bathroom if there’s no sex involved. Jake could do ten, don’t push it.

The merc came out dripping and got told to stand in front of the bathroom until he stops.

“Stevie, it’s cold here, bud.”

“Should’ve wiped yourself dry first.”

“Did you want to see my dick?”

Steven made a disgusted face.

“Do it in the bathroom! And ew, you wipe your face with the same towel?”

Jake, who is now somewhat awake, snorted. 

Steven was more than horrified to learn the news. The Brit never really paid that much attention about how the two dry themselves but now he just might.

“Spector, I’ve kissed that face!”

“You’ve also put my dick and balls in your mouth so I don’t see the issue—”

“Oh my days! In Khonshu’s name you’re vile!”

The comment sent Jake hysterical.

“Cariño, oh Dios mío—” was all Jake could muster before he went back to full-blown wheezing.

Marc was fighting for his life, holding on to his towel for dear life so he wouldn’t flash his two alters accidentally.

Not that like they haven’t seen him like that before, but you know.

“Steven—”

“Next you’re going to transmit Chlamydia to me!”

“Hey! Excuse you.. I’m clean.”

Layla had all of them tested before having sex with Steven.

Steven was a virgin and Layla was not about to traumatize him with a sex transmitted diseases on his first rodeo.

Which was fun. Marc had never seen Layla dominate anyone in that way before— maybe because they’re both alphas and their marriage consisted of jerking each off (swords fight) most of the time, but holy shit.

They can share Steven alright. Jake didn’t have any complain either, as long as he could stick it up Steven’s ass or cunt, he’s happy. A simple man, really.

“Jake, tell me you don’t do that.”

“Por supuesto que no, mi amor. Está loco.” (Of course not, darling. He’s insane.)

Marc stuttered at the hypocrisy. He had seen Jake done worse!

.. or maybe not. Jake does seem to smell good outside of his occasional killing spree. 

Anyway, Marc playfully went up to Steven to kiss him regardless of what the Brit had to say, and Steven started sobbing. Oooh, his old Steven would’ve bit back with a snarky comment or something, not this.

“¡Déjalo en paz, maldito!” (leave him alone, you bastard!)

Jake had his fair share of teasing Steven, but when Marc does it.. when Marc does it suddenly it becomes dramatically morally wrong.

Layla came home to an angry, teary eyed Steven and summoned a weapon. Which was a slipper she had on standby by the doorway in case she comes back home to this kind of situation. 

Marc had taken the liberty of hiding behind Gus I, Gus II, Gus III and Gus IV. The tank, yes, because Steven hates it when their little buddies get startled.

“Marc.”

“Ms. El-Faouly, sir.”

“What did you do?”

“Steven acosado.” Jake chimed in. The Spaniard is the world’s greatest instigator in this household.

Marc ended up getting a slipper to the head, pouting as he quickly dresses up after flashing everyone in the flat.. trying to run away from Layla’s perfect aim.

Marc loves it like this. They feel so domestic nowadays. Everything’s great.

The flat isn’t actually. It makes him feel claustrophobic. Plus the fact that he, Jake and Layla are basically hunks. They’ve gotten a bigger bed that barely fits in the flat, but it fits them and Jake took that as a win.

Currently, Layla El-Faouly, their ever reliable pack Alpha (wrong, it’s Marc, but Marc is shitty and Layla might just win the next election) (vote for Layla El-Faouly) (Jake supports this 100%)— is cooing at their pack omega. Successfully calming him down by kissing and singing praises to him. Layla had contemplated picking him up, but she smells less than ideal to do so and Steven tends to be more lenient towards her.. with Marc and Jake, trying to kiss Steven while smelling like shit is pushing their luck.

Plus, Steven had gotten heavier! Hah. The Brit would kill them if they even think of saying that out loud.

Steven has the same build as Marc and Jake— minus the muscles. He tried to maintain them, but it was too much for his lazy bum self. A jog at 4 in the morning? Madness.

The three alphas lives for Steven being soft. Layla adores the love handles, Jake enjoys them, Marc cherishes them.

Can anyone single out the freak in the relationship yet?

It’s Jake. Jake Lockley.

His dick genuinely can’t stand down more than four hours around Steven. And that’s record time, mind you.

Marc, finally looking decent— he just put some boxers on, really, approaches the whiny Steven again. 

Except this time, Steven have two guard dogs with him. 

“Look, I’m sorry. Can we snuggle and cuddle? ..Ew, why did I say it like that.”

Steven reluctantly agreed and let Marc pick him off Jake’s lap, making the other male grunt.

It’s funny, really. When Steven had first learnt about Marc’s existence, he was cold, calculated and grumpy— he mostly softens around Layla. Tends to. 

Steven knows Marc only showed him that side of him so Steven would hate him for being an asshole, so he could erase his own existence and hide away in their mind space to let Steven live the life he had deserved, but Marc deserve this life just as much as Steven does.

Now he knows.. because Steven doesn’t let him forget at all. Nor did Layla and Jake.

Marc now knows how to joke around and let his guard down around these three. It feels great.

The mercenary threw Steven on the bed and plopped down on top of him. He begin to nuzzle Steven’s stomach and make a confused noise. 

“Are you bloated or something?”

The Brit shook his head.

“Are you insinuating that I’m fat?”

“Khonshu, no!”

“Stop using my name for your marital problems.”

That startled even Jake who was watching Marc and Steven cuddle like a bundle of kittens.

“It’s easier to use your name.. in vain. And stop listening to us.”

“I find it rather difficult to do so when none of you could keep my name out of your mouths.”

Steven didn’t pay any attention to Khonshu. Marc and Jake still works under him occasionally, mostly Jake, and Steven turns a blind eye to it. That means ignoring the bloody pigeon as a whole too. 

Steven rebukes Khonshu’s presence heavily. It’s hilarious.

“Am I not welcomed?”

Steven didn’t answer. Knew the deity was talking to him, but it’s Khonshu. Who wants to talk to Khonshu?

It haven’t only been just Marc, Jake and Layla who had noticed the moodiness of the Omega, but Khonshu too. It both annoys and amuses him greatly. It annoys him because Jake had insisted on staying home with his mate to see if it’s actually something serious or not, and it amuses him because Steven gives out more sass than before.

He should leave before any of them starts cursing him out. It hurts his feelings, truly.

“Very well.”

And he disappears into the night again. Which prompted Marc to suddenly bit Steven’s tummy for some reason.

“Marc!” Steven whined and tries to kick the merc off of him, but stopped once he saw the gears in Marc’s head turning.

“We need to bring you to a hospital.”

Layla’s face shifted, worried.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Steven whimpers as Marc started dressing up.

“It’s 2 am. Can’t we go tomorrow?”

“No. No.” Marc started becoming jittery. 

“Oye, ¿qué pasa?” (hey, what’s wrong?)

Marc hesitated for a bit before looking at both Layla and Jake with an unreadable expression.

“Steven’s with pups.”

“¿QUÉ?”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

They ended up taking Steven to a hospital for a check up the next day. Steven was laying down on the ultrasound table, holding on to Marc like a lost and scared puppy.

Last night was rough. Marc had a few panic attacks that took a team effort to calm down. Steven, who was particularly emotional at the moment, knowing Marc was scared of being complicit like his father and angry like his mother had cried and told Marc he wouldn’t be either of those. That he’d be a great father. That Steven had never seen him as a violent man despite all the Khonshu’s deals. It was Khonshu’s will, not Marc’s. That seemed to calm the merc enough for him to finally get in the bed, hogging Steven. 

Layla tried to fight for custody with the help of Jake, but they had lost to the raw power of Marc’s sad and pathetic attempt at puppy eyes. It worked though.. as pathetic of an attempt it was.

Layla and Jake had to stay out the room, letting the pack Alpha accompany their omega. Which annoys Jake and mildly irritated Layla. Marc? Stuck his tongue out at them like a five year old. Childish. Jake almost did it back, but channelled his inner 35 year old self last minute.

The OB/GYN finally came in, greeting them with a smile.

“Morning, Mr. Grant, Mr. Spector. How are we feeling today?”

Steven made a face, letting Marc take the reign of the conversation.

“A bit nervous. Y’know, first timers.”

The doctor chuckled.

“Of course, of course. I’m Riley Johnson and I’ll be helping you today. Okay, Mr. Grant, could you lift up your shirt for me, please?”

Steven did as he was told and shivered when cold gel meets the warm skin of his taut belly. They’ve actually wondered how the pregnancy went under their radars for so long, since Marc’s instincts are sharp and precise, always knowing something about Steven before the Brit could even register it.

It didn’t take long before Dr. Johnson found something.

“Oh wow, would you look at that!”

And there goes their sanity as a sonogram of three blobs arrived in their faces.

Marc looks like he’s about to pass out while Steven even when nervous, looks excited about the news. 

The Brit turns his head to express his joy to his alpha— just to see Marc fighting sleep, squinting like his life depended on it. 

At this point, Steven’s shoulders are shaking from holding back laughter.

“Marc?”

Marc didn’t answer him for a while, making a funny face, eyes still squinted.

“.. I’m present.”

Shockingly enough. 

The doctor keep showing them picture of the three blobs before sitting them down and talking about risks as Steven is quite old to have a baby. Babies in this case.

Dr. Johnson has clearly been trained on how to brief these things without causing too much stress on the Alpha and Omega partners, but it was just inevitable with Steven. The clear indication that he might not be able to carry all three of his pups to term causes Steven great distress.

Which Marc could smell. Which Dr. Johnson could smell. Which causes the professional to retract her statements and reassure Steven that if he’s careful enough during the pregnancy, all of his pups could be brought into the world healthily. Maybe a few days in the NICU, but, well, y’know.

Steven came out the room showing off the sonogram to his two other alphas and Jake scooped him up before Layla could even think about kissing Steven.

A fight broke out. Like always. This one finally involves Layla El-Faouly.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The next few months was spend on making the flat as cozy as humanely possible for Steven while his alphas are actively on the hunt for a new home. As much as they would like to keep Steven’s flat— it seriously wouldn’t fit four fledged adults and three babies. 

Currently, they’re staying in the flat for Steven’s comfort, but probably would have to move him to the new home they’re getting in the middle of his pregnancy so he wouldn’t have to adjust last minute.

The days goes on as usual plus a very emotional Steven. 

Steven was awoken by the three alphas shuffling around the small flat to get ready for a jog at ass o’clock (5 am) and had been anything but happy. 

Layla had never heard Steven curse before, let alone threatening to kill someone, but holy shit did he went off at them that morning.

“You wanna join, cariño?”

“Are you mad?” Steven’s accent was heavy on that one, eyes glaring holes into the three as he passive aggressively pulled on the blanket while muttering profanities (which Marc had no doubt was directed at them) to himself. Jake had hidden himself behind Marc, actually terrified of the little terror of an Englishman ever since the Brit had gotten himself pregnant.

Steven has been a delight to deal with. Marc’s words. Sometimes, you’d find both Marc and Jake hiding behind Layla from Steven. That’s how scary he is nowadays.

The three creeped out the flat like fucking ninjas. Layla knew the consequences of waking up Steven for a second time when he doesn’t want to be awake. She had been there. Saw it all. Witnessed disaster. Witnessed an animalistic fight between prey and predator. It was the first time Layla had ever seen Steven as the predator and she does not want to be the end of his wrath. At all.

Jake slept in his car that night, Layla doesn’t blame him. Steven coaxes him back into the flat around three in the morning and the only reason Jake came back was because he doesn’t want to know what will happen if he had said no.

The three alphas let out a sigh of relief once they’ve made it into the elevator.

“Everyone is getting vasectomied after this pregnancy. Release your children while you can.”

Marc had announced, and Layla had to take a minute to process his words before bursting into a fit.

“No te rías. Estoy de acuerdo. We’re basically living with an emotional tiger.” (Don’t laugh. I agree).

“I’m tattling on you two.”

“No!” Both Jake and Marc screamed in unison. Layla, at this point, is wheezing the air out of her lungs.

“Why are we not moving?” Marc eventually said.

“Porque no pulsaste los botones, idiota.” (Because you didn’t push the buttons, idiot).

“Stop talking to me in Spanish. I didn’t even know I know Spanish this well.”

Jake had no problem speaking Spanish in their household because somehow, everyone just seemed to understand him. Even Steven. Layla took classes when she was younger, Marc and Steven? Shit, probably from sharing a brain before with Jake.

They came back from the workout after a few hours of Jake trying to drown Marc in a lake and a coffee break. They’ve also bought Steven breakfast and for them to know it’s worthy enough would be for Steven to wake up from the aroma of it. 

He didn’t.

“Told you we couldn’t trust Marc’s taste.”

“Sí.”

“Fuck off. You wanted tacos for breakfast. Very stereotypical of you by the way.”

Jake huffs.

“You bought waffles and eggs, tu perra.”

Steven woke up around noon. The three had been lounging around, doing work on their shared laptop or just sharpening knives and checking guns. You know who’s doing that. 

Layla notices him and smiled.

“Finally feels like saying hello to the world?”

She was met with a grunt and Steven getting back under his layers of blankets. At this moment, his face’s covered in drool and his hair probably looked like some bird just nested in it for a whole night, but really, Steven is just too tired to care. 

The omega stayed there, face slumped into a pillow, laying down awkwardly on his side as he can’t fully be on his bloated stomach. 

A shiver ran down his spine.

Steven would genuinely rather eat the Gusses rather than leaving his comfortable nest for a piss break right now.

“Baby, you’re gonna get UTI.” Layla had scolded gently as she observes Steven’s body language. This is a reoccurring argument since Steven hated having to leave his nest to take a leak. How come no one ever told him how annoying the pissing thing really is when you’re pregnant? Steven had thought they were being dramatic and how it didn’t really look that bad based on the video he’d seen but holy mother of cow.

The amount of time Marc had moaned from distress during the night because Steven keep on waking up to piss is absolutely hysterical.

Jake had some ideas. Steven rebuked them. 

“Cariño, será mejor que la escuches antes de que te toque.” (Honey, you better listen to her before I touch you).

Steven sat up almost immediately and waddled to the bathroom. A miracle that he didn’t have an accident considering the fact that he’s at his wits end by the time he made it to the bathroom.

Marc loves seeing Steven do that. Loves seeing him pregnant, but Khonshu forbid he says anything about Steven weakening bladder. He almost got headlocked for commenting on the funny waddles Steven does when his bladder is full and their babies are being relentless. Never again, but just know he’s thinking about it though.

They eventually hear the flush of the toilet and—

“Someone. Help please.”

That’s a cue for either shower or bath time with Steven and the three always gets competitive with it. Usually, Layla would win. And a winner again she is today.

“You losers should shower together at this point.” Layla teased, knowing for a fact that had happened before. 

And it was awkward and embarrassing and humiliating and horrible and it will never ever happen again!

Unless the hot water is about to run out again, that’s a different story. 

Maybe not.. because Jake did try to choke Marc for fun in that shower time. Don’t ask what else happened. There was nothing sexual, just violent affection.. from Jake’s part mostly.

Marc probably developed PTSD from that experience.

Meanwhile, Layla and Steven are having the time of their lives in the bathroom.

Well, Layla maybe, Steven is sobbing about his weight gain. 

“But baby, these are our babies.” Layla simply said, taking her index finger and poking at Steven’s growing belly.

Steven’s stomach had grown quite big since he’s carrying triplets, but that’s normal. There’s no reason for Steven to panic about his weight— he’s growing three babies in his body for heaven’s sake, but it never seemed to go through his thick skull. Something he got from Marc, Layla’s sure.

“I’m only four months in and I’ve gained 4kg, Layla!”

“Buddy, that’s normal. I would’ve gained more if I was raising three devils inside my own belly.”

“Don’t call them that!”

“You called them the reincarnations of Apep once.”

Steven went silent. Yeah, he did that once. Called the babies the evil Egyptian God. 

“They caused chaos in my belly. They deserved the title.” 

“And you draw the line at devils?”

Steven splashed water in her face.

“I draw the line at calling them hell spawns.”

Layla splashed some water back.

“Have you seen their parents?”

Steven retaliates with another splash.

“I’m a sweetheart.”

Layla doubled down with a scoop of water.

“Sure you are.”

Marc was busying himself with setting up Steven’s brunch when the splashes just started getting louder and louder to the point where Jake completely shifted his attention to the bathroom door like a curious cat.

There was loud booming laughter coming from the bathroom and Marc snorted.

“We should bring them to a waterpark.”

“Please let Steven handle the booking this time.”

The last time Marc handled their bookings, it was a disaster. Layla had cursed herself for not seeing it come when they’ve been married for seven years. This man is a cheapskate. More or less. He’d spoiled Steven, but then books a haunted hotel in the middle of nowhere away from the attractions with no one around.

Just because.

Steven didn’t sleep that night. Refused to. Layla did too. 

Jake actually went to sleep in the middle of Layla and Steven as he’s the one who drives them around mostly while Marc was banished to the couch (he eventually crawls into the bed with them after the bathroom’s door creaked open on its own).

Marc was at the bottom of their feet, but he could not care less. Jake wants to call him a pussy? Okay. Layla wants to blame him for booking this creepy ass hotel? It really is his fault. Can’t say much. Steven not wanting to talk to him for the whole night? Hurtful but taken like a man.

Not once had they bothered thinking if Khonshu was fucking with them, but really. It was 4 in the morning and not one of them was going to try calling out to Khonshu just to get something or someone else, okay? None of them.

“.. fair. Any good waterpark in London though?”

“.. not to my knowledge. Open your laptop.”

A few moments later, Steven and Layla finally comes out of the bathroom. Dried and comfy in their new clothes.

“Watch your steps in there.”

Layla simply said, like she wasn’t the one who caused the slippery slope of a floor.

Steven turns to close the door and squinted.

“Yup. Poseidon was in there, alright.”

“Marc, ve a limpiarlo.” (go clean it).

Marc simply flipped him off and coaxes Steven to the kitchen so he could fatten up their omega. Again.

Jake ended up doing the due diligence while Marc fed Steven. Layla on the other hand, made something new for herself since it’s around one in the afternoon at this point and Steven’s only now eating something.

Steven had stopped being a vegan after they had learned about the pregnancy. They don’t know if it was permanent or temporary, but it seems Steven is enjoying it more than he should. Sometimes, he’d feel guilty and Jake would just shove another bite into his mouth so the guilt would disintegrate. It works. Currently, the omega’s favourite is salmon. Fishes in general. Which scares their goldfishes.

Jake sometimes talks to them and brings a pan to their little faces to fuck with them, and somehow that works. The little dudes and the one and only gal would be absolutely petrified and distance themselves from the side of the tank where Jake’s face is showing. This usually earns Jake a smack on the head from Layla or Steven. Marc usually joins in the fun.

Which reminds Layla of..

“We don’t have anything left in the pantry nor the fridge. It’s giving apocalypse and famine.”

Steven giggled at the stupid joke, receiving a deadpan look from Marc.

“We can go shopping after this.”

Which reminds Marc of..

“Steven, we have to move eventually, you know that, right?”

Steven made a face. He had lived here most of his life. It wasn’t the longest, but he had spent a significant amount of time in here and leaving it feels wrong. And they’re talking about bringing him to America. Isn’t that where alien invasions and crimes usually happens?

“Yeah.” The answer was quiet and timid, Steven did not want to acknowledge the possibility of moving. He liked his space. It had never felt small to him even after they had became a pack and lives together. The space felt just enough. Maybe that was just to him?

Before he knows it, he’s crying. About something so trivial.

“Oh baby.” 

Marc cupped his face as tears started falling down.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, bud. We’ll do it at your pace. I’m just letting you know, okay?”

Layla came over to kiss Steven’s head.

“That’s right. Remember when you cried about the babies being crammed in your belly? Don’t you want to give them a bigger space to grow up in?”

Jake pokes Steven’s forehead.

“Sin vecinos mas divertido mi amor.” (no neighbors, more fun, my love).

Here comes Jake ruining the moment.

Steven didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Jake’s comment but he finally calms down anyway. The idea of moving scares him, but they do need the space to raise the three pups so yeah. Maybe Steven needs to get comfortable with the idea of moving soon.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It’s happening. They’re moving. Packing up their stuff was a fucking challenge. The amount of time Steven had gotten scolded for trying to help is embarrassingly high.

“Steven.”

The Brit feigned ignorance to the name calling like he’s not holding a ladder in his hand.

“Step onto that and I’ll have Jake hold you down for the rest of the day.” The American had threatened, Steven relented for like.. 10 minutes tops.

And then he’s back at it again.

“Cariño, si te agachas una vez más, te aseguro que no podrás hacerlo durante un buen tiempo.” (Sweetheart, if you bend down one more time, I’ll make you sure you won’t be able to for a while).

That made Steven stop doing anything altogether and sat beside Layla as she packs away their clothes. Which was a lot for some reason, considering the fact that the two monkeys they live with doesn’t seem to know what a shirt is most of the time.

They had found an export service for their little family of goldfishes and Steven could only hope they would survive the trip or he’ll be crying again in New York.

It took them approximately four days to pack up all of their stuff and Jake had decided to import his ‘illegal goods’ through a contact along with Steven’s books. Cuz ain’t no way they’re paying the airlines to do that.

Ew, that would be expensive (like moving his weapons wasn’t).

Back to the present, Steven never really had the chance to fly out of the country before. The Brit can’t remember much about their trip to Cairo so this is technically his first time on a plane that he’s aware about.

Marc took the private longue. There’s no way he’s letting Steven’s pregnant ass sitting in some airport chair for hours on end. No way. The mercenary will make sure that Steven is well fed and rested up for their trip to America. It takes around eight hours or so and guess where they’ll be?

First class. Marc does not joke around about Steven, especially when he’s pregnant. Jake and Layla approves of this message.

Steven is having the time of his life though. So is Jake. So is Layla. And so is Marc.

Holy shit, he had never spend his mercenary money on any fancy things before so this is news to him too.

Steven and Jake is absolutely devouring the bullshit the chefs are making. It’s like watching a two year old entertained by Ms. Rachel or something.

Marc and Layla are passed out on one of the many luxury and fluffy couches in the longue. Steven could hear Marc snoring from under his cap, Layla was next to him, her face obscured by a novel on her face. The resemblance between the twos’ postures is uncanny. No wonder they are married. Basically, they all are, but you know. They did it first and it makes sense. 

It doesn’t take long before his attention is shifted back to the food and he’s eating again with Jake piling up side dishes into his bowl. Steven didn’t complain, just accepted his fate of getting fat like the babies had intended. 

Eventually, it was Steven’s and Jake’s turn to doze off while Layla and Marc stay up and eat and wait for their flight.

Steven was fortunately calm when they got on the plane and it took off. To be honest, Marc knew Steven wasn’t really scared of height, but he thought the experience would be too foreign for Steven to adapt to immediately, but eh. Guess his concerns were unwarranted.

Steven stayed up for a few hours, talking to Marc and then Jake and then Layla until he finally got tired at the fourth hour and went to sleep after eating yet another meal.

Marc was appalled to learn the fact that first class’ bathroom includes a full blown shower, but Steven seems to love it. Talking about getting clean before they land while Marc is thinking about plane sex.

No, he’s not. He’s mature. He is.

Jake is not. Jake is not mature. He is not.

And that’s how Steven came back to his shared couple seat with Marc, red in the face and refusing to make eye contact. Marc could hear Layla cackling as Jake reminisces on the moment and sighed.

He loves them all so much it hurts. If anything happens to any of them, he’ll turn to Khonshu for help even if he’ll be indebted for the rest of his life. Maybe eternity if Khonshu’s feeling petty and manipulative.

He’ll do anything for them, and they’ll do anything for him.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

They eventually arrived in America and Steven hated it immediately.

Or maybe they’re just assuming, but Steven did immediately threw up as soon as they’re off the plane.

The Brit was basically in a daze for a bit, brushing his teeth in the airport bathroom before finally getting back into the game. 

They ended up in upstate New York and Steven basically preened at the sight of their new house surrounded by trees and other greenery. It was large. Larger than he thought Marc would ever get, but to be fair, the omega is pregnant with three kids. Maybe in the future, they would want more or maybe not.

Since the three alphas are scared shitless whenever Steven’s cranky during his pregnancy. Steven doesn’t think he’s that bad, but that’s just his perspective apparently.

They spend the day cuddling on the bed with a few pieces of clothes that had each of their scents on them so Steven could build a nest until their other stuff arrives.. or they get motivated enough to unpack the endless amount of boxes staring into their souls from the entryway. Right, that’s gonna be a hassle.

Jake is currently nuzzling his face against Steven’s round tummy. The babies had started moving recently and they’ve been trying to feel them as off lately. Meaning, Steven have at least two pairs of hands trying to harass his tummy every day.

What is he ever going to do with his little family?

It had taken them a few days or maybe a week to unpack all of their stuff and by the end of it, no one said anything. They were so clouded by exhaustion that nobody wishes to speak anymore. Steven is basically dissociating in the kitchen while Marc and Jake are sprawled over each other after finally being able to put together the triplet’s crib. It was a war.

Layla was staring at the ceiling in hunger. If she doesn’t get anything in her body in the next 30 minutes, there will be disaster. The same goes for Steven she’s assuming as he did as much as he could as a pregnant man to help unpack the loads.

She fishes out her phone from her pocket.

“I’m getting us takeouts. Chinese?”

There was a collective groan.

“Steven?”

“Iced milk tea and fried wontons, please.”

“Noted.”

No one actually moved during the wait for the food. Not to the bathroom for a bath. Not to the kitchen for the newly installed water dispenser. Not to do anything. Yikes.

The intercom rang and it went back and forth with Marc and Jake as they hit each other, signaling that one of them gotta go and fetch the food like a real man, but also, both of them are good off being a real man for today. 

“You go, man..”

“No me voy a mover.” (I ain’t moving).

A particularly hard slap landed on Jake’s face, causing him to put Marc in a playful headlock (in Jake’s terms, it’s enough to choke you a little) before getting up to actually get the food. 

“Worth it.” Marc mumbled to himself.

The collective relieved sigh that they let out as they all enjoy their food at the kitchen counter was mesmerizing. Nobody tried to be sweet with Steven’s and nor did Steven tried to be sweet with them. 

It’s everyone with their own food today. They finally finished eating and Layla took Steven for a bath in the master’s bedroom while Marc and Jake fight for the downstairs one. Seriously, those two have too much energy to waste on their pointless fights. 

A few weeks later, and they had finally settled down comfortably in their new home. Everything has been set up and there’s nothing left to do. Just live their lives as usual and give Steven materials to add to his nest. 

Steven had started making his nest on the floor of the living room and Jake started saying goodbye to his back pain free back as soon as he’d seen it.

He took it back once Steven mentioned putting two thick mattresses beneath because Marc said it’s too dangerous for Steven to just sit on the floor while heavily pregnant like that. 

Bless Marc and his common sense and overprotectiveness.

In Steven’s latest stage of pregnancy, he’s beginning to leak. Not from down there, but from his chest. He has started lactating and he’s a bit disturbed by it. It had started when he was home alone in his nest, talking to his babies as the pups responded to him with some gymnastics and kicks to either his stomach or bladder.

And then he felt something and thought he had finally lost control of his bladder for the first since the pregnancy had started, but no. It was coming from way up.

It was his chest. There are dark spots forming at the front of his gray sweater and Steven panicked. What is he supposed to do now? Just wash it away? How long will this last?

Steven brought his hand up to his chest and hisses at the feeling of his own taut skin. His chest felt full. Ugh.. he should scold Marc for delaying the purchase of the breast pump. 

Steven leaned back on the bunch of pillows behind him and started massaging his chest, moaning in pain and distress. His alphas are out buying stuff again and he doesn’t want to rush them home, but he doubt that they didn’t feel his distress in the bond. They probably did.

Steven closes his eyes and continues on massaging his chest, more milk started sipping out onto his sweater. At this point, Steven had decided to just bite this piece clothing up and continue on with his ministrations. He whines when his phone finally went off with the name Jake written on it. A few hearts emoji in his name with a gun. The gun was Jake’s doing if that wasn’t obvious enough.

“Cariño, what are you stressing about? Marc is going to have a stroke if you don’t stop.”

Jake joked lightly, but there was a hint of concern in his voice and Steven could hear the car going over the speed limit.

“.. Uh, I’m— I’m leaking.” 

Poor word choices because Jake thought.

“You’re this stressed over piss water?”

Marc cursed him out and validates Steven’s fear of ‘piss water’ while Layla fought for the custody of the communication device called the phone.

“It’s not— I didn’t pee.”

That made it worse.

“YOUR WATER BROKE?!” Marc basically yelled into the phone, sounding like he’s about to pass out any moment now.

“No, no! Jesus, Marc! I’m.. I’m.. ugh, I’m lactating.”

The line went quiet. Steven heard Jake Lockley stepping harder on the accelerator like Louis Hamilton was racing him.

Marc didn’t object, neither did Layla, and suddenly Steven feels like he’s in immediate danger. 

Hah, why though?

The next few hours was spent on getting Steven absolutely milked out, figuratively and literally. Both ends, no mercy. Absolutely none. This is the first time Layla had tried to hog Steven’s chest during sex. Usually, she’d prefer fucking his cunt into oblivion, but the milk is just too tempting. Too tasty on their tongues.

Steven ended up against the wall, legs wrapped around Layla’s waist as she pounded her cock into Steven’s wet cunt, mouth’s constantly sucking on Steven’s dripping tits. It feels good. Steven liked being filled to the brim by his alphas. Liked being fucked until his cunt’s dripping and wet from their mixed orgasms. Maybe that’s why he’s pregnant, huh?

Marc and Jake aren’t too far from them too. Jerking off while watching them. Well, Jake is watching them, Marc had his arm over his eyes, groaning every so often every time Steven let out some of his pretty moans as Layla drills into him, making him full of her cock.

“’m gonna come in you, baby. Knot you so well, you’d want another round. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Steven mewls at the implication. Fuck, he would love that. Even more so when it comes from Layla because she does it well. Not discrediting either Jake nor Marc, but Layla just knows how to drive Steven crazy with her innocent face while she drives herself into Steven, hitting just the right spots to make Steven see stars.

Layla pulls herself enough to just leave the tip inside before slamming back in and releasing inside Steven, letting her knot form in Steven. The alpha took a bite of Steven’s neck, marking him as hers again. Steven shudders as he finally let go and let his release drop onto the alpha’s cock and the floor.

“Mierda…” Jake mumbled as he finishes into his own hand, earning a chuckle from Marc who also finished from the sound of Steven cries, arm still over his eyes.

“Wowie, what a great sex. Bath?”

Layla finally broke the tense silence that enveloped them, grinning like a mad lady.

“You’re always hogging him during bath times, ¡bruja malvada!”

Layla shrugged.

“Well, he’s connected to me right now and if he doesn’t get cleaned soon, he’ll get super cranky.. and then we’ll have an angry Steven on our hands..”

“Fine, we get it! But next time, it’s my turn.”

Marc announces and Jake smacked him.

Another fight. Mind you, their dicks are still out.

After cleaning up and eating (plus the occasional suckles on Steven’s breasts) (can you tell that Marc and Jake weren’t satisfied?), they finally went to bed in the nest, Steven carefully nestled between them.

What a day.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Steven has yoga classes these days. They said it’s good for relaxation, but seriously, he feels anything but relaxed. Steven’s yoga classes consisted of YouTube videos on their large TV screen and Layla and Jake supervising him while Marc cooks.

“I’d rather you finish me than finish this damned lesson.”

“Don’t talk like that, Steven. Marc doesn’t like it.” Jake said casually as he helped Steven achieve the desired pose.

“This is absolutely killing me. Killing me! Oh heavens, isn’t there any other workout?!”

Marc peeked his head out the kitchen.

“You ready for the gym?”

Steven stiffened.

“Next video, Layla.”

The Brit received three different snorts from three different pigs. He hates this house. Everyone’s mean to him.

Everyone. Everyone, even the babies.

They tried another position, Jake’s helping again.

“This position makes me want to pee.”

The Brit commented casually.

“Everything makes you want to pee these days, cariño.”

It’s true. Steven had to fight tooth and nails at night to escape from his alphas to get to the bathroom or else he’ll piss the damn bed.

“You try being pregnant then.”

Jake shudders.

“Yup, no. Can’t do that. Don’t ever put that image into my mind ever again.”

Marc was failing at keeping his laughter at bay as he imagine the scene. What a fucking nightmare.

They’ll never survive a pregnant Jake. Thank goodness, the dude’s an Alpha.

“Jake, stop pushing there! The babies are torturing my bladder, you are torturing my bladder, who else wants a turn?!”

Layla piped in.

“During sex?”

Jake made a sound of approval while Steven stares at them in disbelief.

“You freaks.”

Marc finally came out to feed their goldfishes, who are finally here along with Steven’s endless piles of books and Jake’s weapons.

“Don’t kink shame people, Stevie. You’re an exhibitionist.”

Steven squeaked.

“That’s not me! That’s you!”

Marc hums for a moment, making an innocent face before agreeing.

“Oh, it was me. My bad, bud.”

It had happened while Steven was trying to quit his damned job at the museum. The Brit was surprised they didn’t terminate him when he was away in Cairo, but after the whole shebang with Arthur and Ammit, Steven really didn’t feel like working at all. Plus, it wasn’t like Donna’s going to start treating him better or anything. JB’s going to keep on forgetting his name and Dylan would never forgive him for standing her up. Or maybe she does. Never really an asshole to begin with and after the incident in the bathroom, she seemed to had pieced that there was something wrong with Steven, but he never got to tell her what was really going on.

But also, Marc was there when he was quitting. Whispering reassuring words to him, like his personal guardian angel. Donna gave them a few dirty looks as they finalize some things and when Steven thought they were ready to go home, Marc thought it was the perfect time for a quickie in the bathroom.

The bathroom they had rebuild after Marc had destroyed it the first time. The bathroom they barely escaped having to pay for because HR thought he was mentally unwell. The bathroom where they first officially met each other. The bathroom where Marc saved him the first time out of many times. The bathroom where Steven finally began to trust Marc. Little by little until they love each other. Until Steven learned to love and accept Marc as he is. There wasn’t much to do when Marc was such a lovely person. 

Marc had taken his pants off almost immediately and did the same for Steven and pulled the smaller male into his lap. 

“Marc..”

Marc didn’t let him get out any other words before pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was tense and hungry. Marc was hungry for Steven, keeping his eyes on the omega as he dominates the kiss. He had yearned for this for years, had always yearned for Steven. The omega he made, the omega he had looked after for years, the one he had wanted to give life to. Just for himself, his own life, and now Steven does and he’s letting Marc be in it to witness the growth. Gosh. Marc loves this man more than anything in the world.

Marc would give up his Field of Reeds for Steven over and over and over again. Just for him. For Steven every single time.

For Steven Grant, in every single timeline he could ever swear on.

The merc pushes three of his fingers into Steven’s mouth, letting the omega suck and feeling the warmth of his saliva on his fingers. Once his fingers had been slicked enough, his hand went to Steven’s hole.

Circling and tapping around it like he’s knocking for permission. Steven gave him a glare that Marc returned with a smile. The merc finally relented and pushes a finger pass the rim making Steven moan in pleasure.

“It’s only the first finger, baby. You’re too eager.”

Steven didn’t say anything back, instead burying his face into Marc’s shoulder as the American continues to work on the Brit tight hole. Another finger was added and Marc begin to spread the little hole open, scissoring it and massaging the muscles insides. Occasionally, he would rub against Steven’s prostate and gave it a poke, causing Steven to basically scream in delight.

“Goodness Steven, did you want everyone to hear us fucking?”

Steven responded with a bite to Marc’s neck, making the merc groan in pleasure.

Let’s just get this over with. It’s a quickie, isn’t it?

After making sure that Steven is loose enough for him, Marc slowly begin to insert himself into Steven. The Brit squirms as he feels the familiar sensation against his rim.

Slowly but surely, Marc enters Steven with a bit of resistance. Marc had actually wondered how Steven even stays this tight after the amount of fucking they did— plus knotting. Plus Layla’s and Jake’s. Is that an omega’s trait or a Steven’s trait? Being tight. Marc will never find out since Steven is the only person he would fuck after this. Nobody else. 

And with that thought in mind, Marc rammed into Steven like there’s no tomorrow. Steven’s soft pleas to go slower went unheard by Marc as he continues to abuse Steven’s prostate. Neither of them lasted long with the pace Marc was going with. Marc pulls out before he could knot Steven. Steven watches as the knot swells at the tip of Marc’s cock.

“That looks a tad bit disturbing now, doesn’t it?”

Marc stares him for a bit before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Steven! You did not just say that!”

Steven made a funny face.

“What? Would you look at your own willy, mate? It’s.. not the most pleasant sight right now.”

Marc went hysterical after that comment. People almost found them— almost is a miracle with how loud they were being in that freaking stall.

Marc loves Steven, and Steven loves Marc.

That was obvious.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

With Jake it was a bit of a challenge to connect with him. Especially when the first thing he did after they get back to London was to run away. To leave everyone behind like he was better off alone. He wasn’t. Steven had refused to let him go so he convinced Marc and Layla to help him track the Spaniard down no matter how hard it'd be.

It took them months to get to him, but they found him. The alpha was in distressed from being hurt. He was disoriented and angry and sad— and Steven could just smell the stench on him. The alpha was lonely. Then why did you ever leave, Jake? Why did you try to tough it out on your own? You were a protector but so is Steven.

Steven was made because Marc needed a protector, but that doesn’t mean he could only protect Marc. Sometimes, maybe Steven’s in the reign because Jake’s too overwhelmed by the wicked things he had to do on his own without any kind of comfort provided to him.

Why did Marc and Steven get to have some stupid romcom reunion while Jake wasn’t even found in that stupid psych ward afterlife? Steven had always felt guilty about that, but Jake said it was because neither of them were aware of his existence so he.. just didn’t exist there for them. Steven felt horrible. Like something just stabbed him in the chest. He wished it wasn’t like that. He wished Jake didn’t feel the need to hide away from the both of them because the only way he knew to show off the fact that he cares was violence.

But the violence was to protect them, right? So why be ashamed of it? That was love, wasn’t it? It was just shown differently. Steven doesn’t mind. It was love. Doesn’t love come in many forms? It’s okay if this was Jake’s, Steven will take it.

Jake had screamed at him to stay away, Marc almost jumped in, but Steven didn’t let him.

The Brit took a few careful steps towards Jake. He knows Jake would never hurt him, not on purpose because even if Jake doesn’t want to admit it, Steven knows he cares for them. More than anything, because they’re all he’s ever had. And Jake was all they ever had close to a protector after the adults had failed them.

Steven doesn’t even want to think of the way Jake was made. It must’ve been painful to be like this. To be born because of violence and to express love with violence.

It’s fine. It’s okay. Steven will make sure to teach Jake how to love properly and to love him properly. Because he deserves nothing less. He deserves the world, just like they do.

They eventually managed to treat Jake’s wounds enough to take him home. Jake didn’t want to go ‘home’. It wasn’t his, but he had always belong in Steven’s arms so Steven ignored him. Pretended to not hear him as they lean against each other in the backseat while Marc and Layla are fighting in front seats about the directions.

Steven eventually fell asleep, leaning against Jake’s shoulder. The Spaniard didn’t move, didn’t dare to. He was too scared. Afraid he would hurt Steven on accident like he did when he had killed all those people and made Marc and Steven turned against each other, but Steven somehow still believes in him. Why? Why come for him? They didn’t have to. They didn’t have to come look for him, treat him and take him to their home. Their home. Their? Including Jake? That was what Steven had said.

Maybe he should believe the little shit this time. Because Steven doesn’t lie like Marc. Steven talk about his problems, his feelings, maybe he’s right. Maybe this is where Jake is supposed to be. With them.

Jake closes his eyes and fell asleep against Steven. Like he should’ve the first night they’ve found each other in separate bodies.

Steven was warm.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It was a bit hypocritical of Steven to ask why Jake had ran away when he tried to do the same.

They came back from Cairo to London.

Marc, Layla and Steven.

Steven felt out of place. Marc and Layla are having these conversations about something they’ve always known about while Steven stays walking in the back. Jake didn’t immediately ran away then, but he was distancing himself from the three of them.

So Steven felt lonely even though there was people around him. Like always. This is not the first time he had experienced this. He had never had any real friends, and people around him didn’t really interact with him so loneliness wasn’t news, but.. this feels different. A loss that felt more brutal. Why?

Steven didn’t know. 

Jake disappeared when they were leaving the airport, no trace of him so they just went back without Jake.

Steven didn’t like that. It was awkward in the flat, Layla was staying and that was fine. Steven had agreed to him.. made his presence as small as possible so they wouldn’t have to look or hear from him. He had stayed outside of the flat more often than not, which Marc knows wasn’t what Steven would ever do normally.

Steven liked staying inside. Liked spending his time on his desk under the window just reading books and yammering about them non-stop. He had never seen Steven step outside unless it’s for work, groceries/book shopping or food when he’s too lazy to cook.

Steven staying outside made him worry. Did they make him uncomfortable in his own home? Should they move out and leave him alone? Is that what Steven would’ve wanted?

No, Steven wouldn’t have wanted that. If Marc knows anything else about Steven it’s the fact that he’s scared of being alone. Hated being alone. Marc had witnessed Steven’s countless panic attacks and self-harming tendencies. Marc didn’t know what he did wrong for Steven to turn towards something so drastic. It had hurt him to watch it happen. He wished he could just take control every time Steven’s about to do something stupid, but he couldn’t. Sometimes, his alter would be too dormant to be pushed down to sleep. Too aware.

One time, Marc had to watch Steven sit crossed legs on the floor hugging his backpack and cried for a whole hour because he was so lonely. Didn’t have anyone to talk to, no one that cares enough to check on him other than his own alter that would feed them after the hunger strike he would pull on himself.

What’s the point of being a vegetarian if he doesn’t want to put a fucking thing into his body anyway?

Fuck.

It was late at night, almost three in the morning and Steven hasn’t stepped a foot into the flat and Marc is having a meltdown. This can’t be happening. No, where the hell did he go? He can’t pull a fucking Jake on Marc now, can he? No way, no, no, no, no!

“Marc!” Marc look up to meet Layla’s gaze, her hands gripping his shoulders tight.

“There you are. Look, I don’t think you can go out to look for him so let me do it, okay? You stay inside.”

Marc wanted to protest.

“Listen, Spector, I know you and I don’t think you should go out right now. Understood?”

Marc gave a grumpy grunt.

“Good.”

It took Layla an hour or so to find Steven at the edge of a bridge, eating a cupcake away. Staring down like he’s contemplating disappearing into the dark water beneath him. 

Layla taps him on the shoulder before taking a sit beside him.

“Layla? What are you doing out here? It’s late.”

Layla scoffs.

“Yeah, Steven. It’s late, isn’t it?”

 Steven tensed at the sharp jab made against him.

“I.. I just wanted some time alone.”

Layla scooted closer.

“We could’ve given you that at home. Maybe we’d stay in the bathroom so you could have your flat back for a few hours. Or go out like normal people, I guess.”

Steven’s fiddles with the empty cupcake wrapper and swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I wasn’t going to jump.”

Layla took in a deep breathe.

“I didn’t say you were going to.”

Steven turns to look at her.

“You look at me like I would.”

Layla looks back at him. Just as intensely.

“I thought you would.”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Steven finally broke eye contact.

“I thought I would too, but Marc’s waiting at home, isn’t he? And I still haven’t seen Jake since he had left us. I wanted him back. Maybe I wouldn’t until then.”

Layla took Steven’s hand in hers.

“Not ever, Steven. Please.”

Steven look into Layla’s eyes again, maintaining their gaze this time. There was so much love, so much affection, so much care— Layla was pleading for him to stay.

It wasn’t the first time someone had cared for him, but maybe it was the first time someone had shown it to him gently and slowly, in the way he could finally see the care with his own eyes without having to think about it at night, wondering if they had actually cared for him at all.

Layla doesn’t let Steven wonder because she does care.

A shit ton.

“I love you.”

Steven stared at her in shock.

“I love you, Steven. I’ll kill you myself if you try anything funny on yourself. First Marc and now you doing funny business behind my back? Steven, that’s not what I want. I want you home with me and Marc. I’ve seen it in your eyes, Steven. You’re not bothering us. Come home.”

And he did. He came home that night. To them.

And then they were finally together when Jake came back to them. Finally accepted the fact that he had always belonged with them. It was amazing.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Well, now they’re handling a whiny Steven. Steven doesn’t know how much does their love for him extents to, but it must’ve been pretty freaking big with the way they’re handling him while he’s pregnant. 

“Cariño, ¿acabas de orinarme encima?” (Darling, did you just pissed on me?!)

Steven denied.

“What? No, I didn’t! What are you talking about?!”

Jake cackles.

“Just fucking with you.”

Steven pinches his arm and laid back down on the yoga mat. 

“This is hell.”

Marc had thrown himself on the couch near where Steven’s personal torture chamber is placed (in the middle of the living room).

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Marc chewed on his gum.

“So you want to push for 20 hours?”

Steven wanted to cry at the thought.

“No.. but you didn’t have to word it that way.” Steven said, clearly sulking at the way Marc had worded his warning.

Marc let out a sigh and got up from his seat to help Steven alongside Jake and that was a fucking disaster. Steven had moved away from the mat a few moments ago as the two fought about a pose. Layla was less than impressed. They were both doing the couple poses wrong, it’s hilarious. Layla just pull out her phone and started recording. 

Blackmail materials.

They ended up just rolling around the living room’s floor like mad men and Steven can’t help but laugh. These idiots and their petty fights.

Steven went to sit in Layla’s lap, sipping on the tea Layla had made for them as the two idiots huff and puffs on the floor after failed couple poses.

“Steven can’t do this anymore. It’s far too straining.”

“Sí.”

“Yay!” was all that escaped Steven after the shared agreement between the two alphas. Yoga is too strenuous, great, now he’s not the only one who thinks so.

Layla just shook her head as she ran her hand around Steven’s curved belly. Their pups are rather large now since Steven’s in the third trimester. 

The demands had been rather crazy, but they love him regardless. 

“Marc. Marc. Marc.”

“Yes..?”

“Do you think we could get sushi right now?”

“Baby, it’s 5 am. They’re fishing the fishes.”

“So when can we get sushi?”

“Oh Lord.”

One of Layla’s favourite ;

“Jake.”

“Mmph.”

“Have sex with me.”

“Mmmmmphh??”

That made Jake open his eyes a little.

“Cariño, it’s 12 am and I just got back from work three hours ago. Let’s do it tomorrow.”

“.. Layla—”

“Okay, we’ll do it. Don’t wake her up.”

Layla had been awake to listen to the whole conversation and had to stay still like a statue or else she would’ve laughed in Jake’s face for being jealous of Steven having sex with her.

Safe to say that Steven had been a force to reckon with since he had gotten pregnant. Layla is really considering the vasectomy idea now. 

It’s 4 am right now and it had been one smooth night, but all three have been bracing themselves to be woken up by Steven for food at this time of night again.

But didn’t. Jake, curious, peeked at Steven’s spot in the nest and jolted awake. Why isn’t he there????

He shook the other man’s shoulder.

“Marc. Marc. Spector!”

Marc shrugs off his hand aggressively.

“What?? Did Steven’s curse finally work on you? Are you pregnant too?”

Marc snarked.

“No, stupid, Steven’s not in the nest.”

That got Marc’s attention as he blink a few times to look around and hear if Steven’s just in the bathroom or something.

No, he’s not. 

“What the fuck? Where is he? Layla. Ms. El-Faouly, we have a crisis. Wake up.”

Layla smacked her husband’s hand away.

“Quit with your bullshit. Are you trying to be the new Steven?”

“Steven’s not in the nest.”

That got Layla up fast.

“What? And you guys are just sitting on your asses?”

Jake shrugged, taking in Layla’s point and started dressing up. Marc checked his phone to see if Steven had said anything about going out, hey, he did!

They have a tracker on Steven and on the app it said ; ‘food’. Nothing else.

Greedy little shit.

“Now who made him feel like shit when waking up to make him go out on his own??”

They all started pointing fingers at each other. Great. That’s problem solved. Everyone’s an asshole, that’s an answer for sure.

“It’s probably you, Marc. I’ve been married to you for years and you can be a real asshole at 3 am.”

“Everyone’s going to be an asshole at 3 in the morning, Layla, hush you.”

As they were dressing up, Steven called.

Marc answered immediately.

“Steven!”

“Marc? Why did the app say you’re awake? Why did you wake up? Do you want food?”

Before Marc could answer him, Jake had already snatched the phone from his hand.

“¡Querido muchacho, ¿dónde has estado?!” (Darling boy, where have you been?!)

“Jake, they have empanadas here. You want?”

Jake looks like he’s about to have a stroke, Layla intervenes.

“Oh, sweetie, yes. We would love some food. Also, would you mind telling us how you ended up.. wherever you are?”

Steven made a noise. 

“Steven Grant.” Marc’s voice was stern and laced with concern.

“I.. I— you know.. drove here.”

Jake actually passed out after hearing that. Jeez. Layla took the phone back.

“Drove? Baby boy, you don’t have a license!”

Well, technically, most of their licenses might’ve been fake at some point, but the last thing Steven had ever driven was the stupid cupcake truck and that didn’t turn out the best. Jake took control here and there and almost had them deceased because of the situation Steven were putting them in.

“Eh, it’s just the accelerator, brakes.. and the stick.”

Marc is praying to someone at this point. Khonshu maybe, as he search for another set of car keys. They have their own cars and motorbikes and Marc thought that was them being greedy, but now it had proven them it was indeed useful to have more than one vehicles since their omega wants to play the game of heart attack!

“You. Don’t. Move.”

Steven could only accept his fate with an open heart. When Marc gets this commanding that means no escaping his wrath. He’ll salvage whatever peace he’ll have here before Marc comes.

“Understood, sir.”

“You don’t hang up either.”

“Copy that.”

“You’re done, Stevie.”

“Mhm.”

Steven’s about to get the spanking of his life. Fuck.

Safe to say that Steven could barely walk the next morning, but the empanadas were worth it. Jake and Layla could testify to it. Marc? Too big of an ego to say anything but he ate at least three of them before going back to sleep with Steven locked in his arms and legs.

Even when he has to use the bathroom, Marc is there. Watching him like a hawk. It’s like.. a guardian angel, but instead of an angel you get Cerberus.

“Marc. I would actually rather die than let you see me shit. Out.”

“What if you—”

Steven snapped.

“You think I’ll fit through the small window?!”

Marc gave a swift look to Steven’s bloated stomach full of pups and fat and to the window.

“Point taken. Call me if you need help.”

Jake was wheezing in the hallway and pointing fingers at Marc like he was an idiot. Layla didn’t join, but just know she was spiritually there with Jake.

What a chaotic bunch.

Steven started muttering spells or something which means he’s almost done with the three alphas’ bullshit so they eventually skidaddled down the stairs. Steven’s wrath is not something they’d want to deal with.

Steven eventually finishes up in the bathroom and climb back into the nest, plopping on top of Marc which earns him an ‘ooooof..’

“No more late night empanadas, please.”

“But they were soooo good.”

“Baby.”

“.. fine.”