It started about a week ago.
Dave was never one to be so outwardly affectionate. He preferred to be subtle about it in hopes that you didn't catch on. But unfortunately for him, you always knew what he was up to. He couldn't hide shit from you if he tried, which he does, often.
This time is different though. He's constantly waiting on you hand and foot. He's taken care of the cleaning, the cooking, he's given you full body massages almost everyday, and he showers you with kisses and affection any chance he gets. He insists that you don't have to do anything and to just enjoy the attention; so you do. It's no surprise to you that he's nesting. As your alpha, it's instinctual for him to start preparing for when your heat starts. That means preparing your love nest (apartment) for the days to come, and making sure you feel loved and cared for. Honestly, it's adorable. He's adorable.
You're currently watching him dig through your shared closet. From the looks of it, he's looking for something important.
"John, do you know where all the clean bedsheets ran off to? Because they sure as fuck aren't where I last left them," he says throwing some t-shirts on the floor besides him. He's made a mess of the closet at this point.
"They're in the hall closet along with all the other blankets, where they belong."
Dave looks up from his search and gives you the most annoyed glare he could muster. "Egbert, remember last time we didn't have fresh sheets around? he starts, "You got a rash the size of Texas on your ass, do you really want to go through that again? More importantly, do you want me to go through that again?"
You can feel your face turn red at the memory. You both had forgotten to change the sheets after mating because 1) they were too far away and 2) you were both too tired to care. It was a disaster, and that rash itched like a bitch and took an entire week to clear up. That week you learned that your slick had terrible downsides. "Okay fine, you can put them back in the closet, but they go back in the hall closet after all this is over," you relent.
Dave gives you a smug look and goes out to the hall closet. "Fine, but you know I'm just doing what's best for you, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. You're just making sure that my heat is comfortable and I don't accidentally die from not taking care of myself, I know. Bluh, why are you always right about these things?" you say with an exasperated huff.
"Because you're mine and I know these things," He calls from the hallway. "Besides, that rash seriously made shit worse for all of us. I'd much rather walk on legos for all eternity than deal with that shit again."
It's not like you can't take care of yourself. It just that when you're in heat, it feels like you're dealing with the worst flu of your life. During the week of your heat, you're very much bed-ridden for most of it. You can barely move, let alone stand because you just feel so hot and weak and horny. Dave knows this, and stays with you as much as he can. He feeds you, cleans you and makes sure you're hydrated. And as your alpha he makes sure you're knotted by the end of the ordeal to sate your overbearing lust.
As an alpha he also goes through urges, but he's able to control them better than you can. All he gets is the need to fuck anything that moves, in this case, you. But you-you got the short of the stick. It's a good thing Dave is such a good alpha and is always wary of your needs so that he knows exactly how to take care of you. Nesting is no exception.
He walks toward the bed and sits next you. "Also, I want to make sure I can ravish you longer without such long interruptions," He says in a low voice and completes it with a small peck to your lips.
You roll your eyes at him, but you can't help but blush. "Daaaaaave, stop it, we still have a week before this whole thing starts."
"Doesn't mean we can't fool around now" he says as he starts to nip at your neck. You can't say you aren't aroused by his ministrations, because you are very much aroused. He knows exactly how to play you, and you're starting to regret that. "Dave," you gasp when he starts sucking on your collarbone. That only serves as encouragement for him to continue devouring your neck in small love bites and kisses.
"Dave," you try again "Not now, you have things to do," your voice shaky from all the attention.
He quickly looks up, "like what?" he asks "did I forget something? Do you need anything? I'll go get it right now," he starts to stand up to leave before you catch his hand. "Dave, no, stay," He gives you a confused look. "Then what do I need to do?"
"Cuddle me."
Dave's face goes from confused to annoyed to one of pure love. It's still so weird seeing him this expressive, especially with how he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You almost want to shove his shades back on his face, almost.
"You got it babe." He smiles softly and you swear you can hear angels singing."I'll give you all the cuddles you want," he scoops you up and arranges you on the bed. "Dave!" you squeak. "I can move on my own, you prick, let go!"
"Yeah, but this is more fun," he says as he hugs you from behind. "besides, don't act like you don't like it," You have to admit he's right, but he doesn't have to know that.
You hold his hand in yours. "Dave, have you ever thought about having kids?"
The room turns silent and you think Dave has fallen asleep. But then you feel him squeeze your fingers. "Yeah," he says softly, almost inaudible.
You turn around in his arms and look into his brilliant red eyes. "Would you like to try?" Dave looks at you surprised. "You mean it?" He asks, excitement clear in his voice.
"Why wouldn't I mean it?" you ask. "I want to have children with you, will you let me?" you whisper.
Instead of responding, he kisses you. It's the softest and sweetest kiss, and it's oh so wonderful. You melt into it instantly. You slide your fingers into his soft blond hair and bring him as close to you as you can, chest meeting chest. Dave holds your waist and caresses the exposed skin above your sweatpants. Dave is just as ready for this next milestone as you are, you realize. After a few minutes, he breaks the kiss and looks at you with such adoration. "Yes," he says. "Yes, I want to have baby Daves with you," he finishes.
And with that, the moment is ruined. "Dave, you shit, way to ruin the moment," you huff as you sit up. "Besides there's gonna be baby Johns too."
"Fine, we'll have both. Hell we'll have many of them, the more the better. It'll be like a little tyke army. But right now, just get back here and let me cuddle you," he says as he pulls you back down the bed. You feel his hands reach around your waist and you settle in like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
"Dave.I Love you," You feel him caressing your stomach and the gentle breeze in the back of your head from his breathing. It's pleasant.
"I love you too, John. So much," he kisses the back of your head to make his point clear.
And somehow you fall asleep with his hand gently rubbing your stomach, and you dream of your little tyke army.