(BL)Alpha Made Chapter 571: Side story 1

Andrew didn’t think that Maxwell could get any cuter.

He was wrong.

He had not accounted for the man waddling around, swollen with his children, trying to get from place to place without bothering Andrew. By continuing to be his independent husband, all while wearing Andrew’s clothes because the scent of his mate made his morning sickness non existent.

It was a strange phenonon. Sothing that didn’t happen often, but sotis, the pheromones of their mates made the morning sickness fade entirely. It was sothing so terribly cute and lovely that Andrew had a hard ti standing it. Especially since Maxwell was so small so Andrew had to roll up his pant legs so many tis just so that Maxwell didn’t trip.

No one said a damn word about how Maxwell dressed when he went to work. The whole company was sworn to secrecy and loyalty to the man that they never made a comnt about ’Maxwell’s’ oversized suits and shirts, or the oversized sweaters that they had seen Andrew wear on many occasions.

Even the clients that would normally tease Maxwell or try to get into his pants were on their best behaviour? Why?

Because Maxwell only had a soft spot for Andrew, and that was about it.

He had gotten harsher, rougher, a little aner, but he was still mostly in control of his emotions. It was only with Andrew that he let the vulnerabilities show, and on occasion, with his Mom. His pregnancy was going well. He was a male oga pregnant with twins, and yet he was as healthy as a horse.

Andrew was sure it was because his morning sickness was only occasional, and because Andrew was making sure that Maxwell’s health was first and foremost. That ant he was eating hearty als, taking his vitamins, and getting everything that he could possibly need.

Andrew, at one point, worried that Maxwell was going to get frustrated with the level of care that Andrew was giving him, but Maxwell assured the man that if he didn’t give Maxwell as much care as he was getting, Maxwell would strangle him.

Maxwell was happy to be pregnant, but he hadn’t realised the limits it would put on his body. He needed Andrew’s help for a lot of things, and it was embarrassing to Maxwell to have to ask for it sotis. He hadn’t been easily embarrassed before, but the hormones in his body made him more scared, more doubtful, and more weepy. He tried to keep the last one from his employees, but Andrew knew that wasn’t completely working out.

Maxwell had gone for a tour of the daycare recently and had to go lock himself in the bathroom and call Andrew because a little boy and Hewie had been holding hands and it had made him cry like a baby.

Again, no one spoke of Maxwell’s red eyes, and no one made fun of the CEO gone pregnant oga. He was still good at his job, even if he moved a little slower, and if anything, he made himself more endearing to the rest of his staff. He was making sure that the company was well taken care of while he was gone for the few months he was allowing himself to take off for paternity leave.

Maxwell had spoken to his father already, and the man was ready to step in while Maxwell was gone. He had been shadowing Maxwell, since while his father had been helping before, he hadn’t been Maxwell in his entirety before. Maxwell wanted the company to run perfectly while he was gone so that he would be able to step back in like nothing had happened.

Andrew wasn’t sure if that was completely logical, since Andrew wasn’t sure if Maxwell was going to get any of the side effects of pregnancy afterwards, but Andrew would support him through anything.

Andrew particularly liked the support he was able to give him now. One of Andrew’s favourite monts was when they got to sit on the couch at the end of the night, Maxwell in between Andrew’s thighs and Andrew would lift Maxwell’s belly for him, relieving so of the tension and weight on his back and hips while Maxwell moaned in pleasure.

It was one of his favourite things since he got to feel his children, and help his mate. It was a simple mont, but one that he knew that Maxwell appreciated greatly.

Beyond that, preparations for the nursery were going well. Because they were having two children right away, that ant double pretty much everything. Except the nursery itself. That was sothing that Andrew had put his foot down on. They were children, would be for a while. They would not need their own rooms for a while, and that was okay with Andrew.

Maxwell had got into a crying fit over it, saying that Andrew didn’t understand where Maxwell was coming from. It had been so unlike him, but Andrew had supported him through the mont, caring for him like Andrew said he would, and giving the man the cuddles and comfort that he needed to be able to fully voice his concerns, and Andrew was able to soothe him further.

Over all, Andrew was greatly enjoying Maxwell’s pregnancy, even if he felt like he was a damn tiger protecting his pregnant mate. He never let it be known outside of voicing it at the beginning, but Andrew had a hard ti letting Maxwell go to work on his ’own’. He knew that he wasn’t alone, but Andrew wanted to be by his side the whole day.

It was taking a lot out of him to let him go to work without him, only dropping him off, picking him up and occasionally spending lunch with him.

Kim was giving him pep talks about it when he told her about it, and so was Rose, surprisingly. Ben didn’t see the problem, since Amir was a hobody and didn’t leave Ben’s sight when he didn’t have to. Rose, however, had Jordan as a mate and while Jordan was a ’hobody’, he was an artist who worked with semi-dangerous diums.

He didn’t limit himself to just painting and sculpting with clay. Jordan also made glass sculptures, and that was not an easy thing to do. Rose had had a hard ti leaving the man alone in his studio to work with hot glass and many other diums.

Rose told Andrew that he was doing a very good job with how he was handling everything, and Kim echoed her words. It was nice to hear it from the two alphas, especially Rose given that Andrew was worried that he might have a similar reaction to her when it ca to Maxwell if any danger ca to him during the birth.

One thing that would be different is that with male ogas, they often went for a C-section earlier because twins put a lot of pressure on male ogas compared to females or female ogas. They would probably go in for the C-section around week 35. They wanted to wait a little bit more, but going in for observation around that ti was comforting to both Maxwell and Andrew.

A lighter, less heavy mont was the negotiations that Andrew and Maxwell had been doing almost every night over baby nas. Andrew had a few that he really liked, and so did Maxwell. It was just that they had no idea what combination was best, and what would work for their children.

There was a reason for this confusion, and that was because Maxwell did not want to know the gender of their children.

This all stemd from a conversation that Maxwell had had with Amir and Ellis early on. Ellis hadn’t wanted to know the gender of his child, nor had Amir. The only family who had wanted to know the gender of their child who had recently had a kid was Rose and Jordan, but they had kept it to themselves.

Maria had also learned what the gender of her children were, but that was because she had liked hosting the gender reveal parties. Maxwell didn’t want those kinds of parties, and neither had Amir. Ellis just wanted a healthy baby, he hadn’t cared about the gender.

For Maxwell, he just wasn’t sure. And the longer ti went on, the more he was just getting comfortable with his chats with Andrew at the end of the night. Their argunts over whose na would be the first na and whose would be the middle na.

Andrew, who did want to know the genders of their future kids, respected Maxwell’s wishes. After all, he was going to find out the answer sooner rather than later. Finding out the gender of their children early was a privilege, and Maxwell didn’t want to participate in it.

All Andrew truly cared about was whether their children were healthy, and the weekly checkups let Andrew know that they were.

There was one thing that Maxwell was rather frustrated with, and that was that Andrew would not fuck him.

That didn’t an that Andrew didn’t touch him, because there was no way that Andrew would be able to keep his hands to himself around his pregnant, more plump husband. He just wouldn’t do anything that could potentially harm him or the children that he carried. And whether he liked it or not, Andrew was even more well endowed then he was before he beca a true alpha.

Now? Now he felt like his penis was a damn weapon.

He had spoken to Maxwell’s Doctor about it, with Maxwell around because Maxwell was pouty about it, but the Doctor had sided with Andrew on this issue. Andrew was above average for a true alpha and he had a right to be concerned that he could harm the children in Maxwell’s belly.

Maxwell had pouted for days after hearing that, so Andrew just had to get creative to make him happy.

They did a lot of sliding against each other, rubbing against each other to find release and Andrew spent a lot of ti loving his husband and touching him in ways that made Maxwell’s toes curl and he forgot all about having Andrew inside of him. At least, Andrew hoped so.

That seed to scratch the itch, and Andrew never turned the man away when he ca to him and asked for intimacy. Andrew also asked for intimacy so that the man didn’t feel undesirable.

Andrew rembered when Maxwell cried the first ti he found a stretch mark. It had taken over 20 minutes of petting and soft words to calm the man down. It was so damn cute that Andrew only found himself falling even more in love with the man as ti went on.

The sniffing, soft Maxwell, rounded with his children only made Andrew lt completely. Anything Maxwell would need, Andrew would get. If he couldn’t make it, he’d hop in the car and go grab it. If Maxwell called him at work with a craving, Andrew was there shortly after, craving in hand and he would walk into board etings just to hand it to his pregnant husband.

Andrew didn’t care what people would say about him. He was a devoted husband who loved his husband and wanted to make him happy. If the people in the eting thought he was whipped, so be it. He was. And he was happy to brag about it.