Alex woke up. Dean lay next to her, his naked body laying on the sheets. Alex sat up, studying her mate. She ran a light hand down his chest, and his cock twitched. Alex shifted, pressing a light kiss on his stomach. She kissed lower, making her way down to his hips. His cock was starting to inflate, curling up towards his stomach. Alex wrapped her small fingers around it, glancing up at Dean. He was still asleep. She glanced at the clock. 8:45. Then she sighed. There was no point in getting him riled up. The museum would open in less than twenty minutes. She sighed, dropping his cock.

"Don't stop," Dean whined teasingly, his green eyes sparkling with lust.

Alex crawled up over him. "Sorry," she apologized. "We don't have time." She pecked him on the lips. "Good morning."

"Morning, baby." Dean pulled her into a deeper kiss, one hand at the back of her head. He pulled her flush against himself, and, when Alex shifted, his dick pushed against the inside of her thigh. He rocked his hips up into her, and it was all Alex could do not to help him.

"We can't finish this in twenty minutes," she pouted, staring down into his beautiful eyes.

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Screw the alphas," he muttered. "I want a normal life with a normal house. With normal kids," he added after a second's hesitation. "None of this."

Alex lay back down on the bed, resting her head on his chest. "I don't want our kids put on display," she admitted. "They deserve better. We deserve better." She sighed. "But if this hadn't happened, you wouldn't be my mate," she finally whispered.

Dean heaved a sigh. "Okay. So maybe one good thing came out of this. One wonderful thing." He pulled Alex up into a kiss, and she let him.

...

Alex looked up at the clock: five to nine. She jumped up, and Dean grunted as she bumped his side on her way out of bed. "What are you doing?" he asked, turning on his side to watch her.

"It's almost nine." Alex threw a pair of jeans at her mate. "Get up."

Dean grumbled some obscenities under his breath, but did as she asked. He rolled out of bed as Alex got dressed in front of him. "Somehow, the opposite of a striptease is far less sexy," he grumbled, and Alex actually laughed. She turned to face her mate buttoning up her shirt.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she frowned playfully. "Maybe later we'll find something else to do that'll be more to your liking."

Dean walked over to her, pulling her into a long kiss. "I'd like that," he murmured, pinning her against the dresser. Alex closed her eyes, losing herself in him. One hand ran down to the back of her thigh, and the other tangled itself in her hair. Alex wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.

...

It was several minutes before they broke apart. There were several people there, and Alex blushed. Dean took her hand reassuringly and led her into the dining room for breakfast. He pulled out her chair, and Alex sat down with a small 'thank you.'

Dean sat down next to her and handed her her breakfast. He watched her pick up her fork and sighed. "I wish we had privacy," he whispered, leaning close to her.

Alex breathed in his scent, closing her eyes. She smiled. "But I suppose it's better this way," she whispered. "Otherwise we wouldn't get anything else done." A shiver of warmth rushed down her spine at her next thought. "If they weren't here, you'd probably be fucking me against the table right now."

Dean groaned, eyes fluttering close. "How is this better?" he muttered, moving his chair closer to hers. "Damn. Now I want to bend you over right here and fuck you raw." He wound his fingers in her hair, pulling her into a heated kiss.

"I'm glad the two of you are getting friendly." A voice broke them apart. Alex blushed, looking up at Dr. Milligan.

Dean frowned slightly, angry at being interrupted. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just thought I'd stop by. Congratulations on consummating your mateship, by the way. It seems Dean knows his way around a beta -"

Dean stood up, almost knocking the chair over. "You here to comment on our sex life or say something useful?"

It was Dr. Milligan's turn to frown. "I came here to talk to Alex, actually." He motioned for her to stand up, and, with a quick glance at her mate, Alex did.

"What?" she asked, tone bordering on a growl.

Dr. Milligan raised an eyebrow at her attitude. "What?" he repeated. "Unless you want to talk about this in front of Dean, I suggest we go into another room."

"If you can't say it in front of Dean I don't want to hear it." Alex crossed her arms defiantly.

Dr. Milligan dramatically rolled his eyes, breaking out of his professional appearance for a second. "Fine. Now that you're sexually active, I was going to remind you that since you are a young, fertile female, there is a good chance you will get pregnant."

"Yeah. I know." Alex pushed down the twinge of fear that trickled through her.

"Some time tomorrow an alpha will deliver some pregnancy tests for when you need them. Do you know the signs?"

Alex's gaze flickered over to Dean, then down to the floor. "Uh, morning sickness, I guess."

Dr. Milligan's lips turned downwards in a frown. "Yes, but only after eight weeks. But both female omegas and betas can tell they're pregnant long before then."

"Oh." Alex felt Dean wrap an arm around her waist, drawing her in close. "Okay. How do I tell?"

"You'll feel it," Dr. Milligan promised. "You might not know what it is at first, but you should be able to feel it."

Alex placed a light hand over her stomach. "What does it feel like?"

Dr. Milligan shrugged. "I've never experienced it before. And it seems to be slightly different for each female; it might be completely different for a beta. But you should feel it within a week of conception."

Alex leaned against Dean's shoulder, thankful for his presence. "Uh, okay."

"I assume you're aiming for a child," Milligan added, with a meaningful glance at Dean.

Dean nodded, looking down at Alex. "That's the plan," he admitted. "Not like we really have a choice."

The alpha frowned thoughtfully. "I suppose not," he agreed. "It shouldn't be too long; we've added supplements to your meals to make you more fertile and receptive."

At that, Alex stiffened angrily. "You can stop treating us like fucking animals!" she snapped. "We don't need any damn 'supplements!' "

"We're just doing what is best," Dr. Milligan promised, face showing no surprise at her outburst. Alex wanted to punch him, just to get some damn reaction out of him.

Dean's hand on her waist slipped down to her hip, keeping her still. "Yeah. Thanks. Now, if you don't mind, I think we'd like to finish our breakfast."

Dr. Milligan took the hint. "If you have any questions, give us a call." He left, and Dean picked back up his chair.

He sat down with a huff, glancing up at Alex. She was still staring at where the doctor had disappeared. "Alex?"

"Huh?" Alex turned back to him, sitting down.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, I guess."

"You're worried," Dean observed. "It's gonna be fine." He placed a hand on her thigh.

"Easy for you to say," Alex muttered. "You're not expected to have a kid."

Dean frowned. "But I'm expected to take care of both you and our children. I'm nervous too, Alex. This is a big step for the both of us."

Alex closed her eyes, knowing he had a point. A weak one, but a point nevertheless. "Okay."

Dean smiled. "So you still want pups."

"Of course, you ass-hat." Alex leaned over, kissing her mate. "I never stopped."

...

It rained all, day, so Dean and Alex spent the day inside, curled up on the couch. Dean introduce her to Doctor Sexy M.D., a show Alex wasn't particularly fond of, but Dean was enraptured by it. So Alex watched it, listening in amusement as Dean excitedly tried to explain everything about it at once. She had to admit, it had its moments. But why Dr. Sexy wore cowboy boots - apart from Dean's insistence that it was 'sexy' -she would never understand.

...

Around four, Alex stretched, rolling off the couch. She landed on the floor with an 'oomph.' Dean looked down at her, concern quickly replaced by amusement.

"I can't do it!" Alex moaned dramatically. "I'm bored. I need to do something."

Dean tossed off the blanket he was wrapped in, looking down at her. "Something like what?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Alex snorted in amusement. "Cute. I'm going swimming."

"It's raining."

"So? I'm gonna get wet anyways." Alex stood up, hurrying into the bedroom, where she grabbed a pair of basketball shorts, and then to the bathroom, where she changed, still very conscious about the people who could see in. Then, she took off through the kitchen and outside. It was still raining heavily, and she was soon soaked. However, the air was warm, and Alex smiled. She climbed up on the trampoline, bouncing a few times. Then she bounced as high as she could before doing a front flip into the pool.

The initial impact with the water knocked the breath out of her lungs. Alex spluttered to the surface to see Dean looking down at her. "Sounded like that one hurt," he remarked casually.

Alex swum over to him. "Not really," she partially lied. "Come on in. It's super nice." She pushed off of the wall with her legs, propelling herself farther into the pool.

Dean grinned, slipping into the water. He was wearing a thin black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Alex shook her head. Sometimes she just didn't understand him. He swam over to her until his feet could touch the bottom. He looked up at the darkened sky. "You're crazy."

"I'm not the ones wearing jeans in a swimming pool," Alex shot back lightly. She dove under the water, reaching for his legs. She tried to pull them out from under him, but he remained stubbornly upright.

Alex frowned, surfacing. "Jerk."

"Am not." Suddenly Dean dove under. Alex felt hands latch onto her ankles, and the world spun as her head disappeared under the water. She struggled, trying to swim upwards. Her head broke the surface, and she spluttered, spitting water out.

Dean watched with an amused grin. "And that's how you do it."

...

And that's also how their water fight began. Only when Alex begged for mercy did Dean stop his relentless onslaught of splashes. "Come on," he chuckled. "Let's go get warmed up."

"I'm not cold!"

"Yeah, well, I am. Besides, dinner should be almost here. How does a warm shower sound?"

"Pretty good," Alex admitted. She watched Dean haul himself out of the pool, letting herself admire how his wet clothes clung to his strong frame. She followed, eyes running over his thin t-shirt that stuck perfectly to his biceps.

Dean noticed, hiding a smirk. He took her hand and led her into their house.

"Good thing the floors are wood," Alex muttered as they left large puddles in their wake.

"You're such a prissy girl."

"Am not!" Alex shoved him lightly in retaliation. "I'm going to take a shower." She disappeared into the bathroom. It took a while for her to completely wriggle out of her wet clothes, and she hung them over the shower curtain to dry. Then she stepped into the shower, turning on the hot water.

...

After a few minutes, she thought she heard the door open. It closed, and she shook it off, too involved with the warmth of the cascading water to really care. Then, the shower curtain slid open from behind, and Alex jumped. Dean stepped in, stark naked. He raised an eyebrow at her surprised face. "What? I got cold."

Alex shrugged, stepping to one side to let him get under the warm water. Dean gratefully acquiesced, eyes closing as the water warmed his cold skin. Then he pulled Alex into his chest. "I also got lonely," he admitted teasingly.

Alex huffed. "I was almost done."

"So?" Dean dipped his head to kiss her on the lips.

"Dean," Alex started to protest.

"It's fine," Dean promised, knowing what she was going to say. "Like I've always said, shower sex is complicated." He reached for the shampoo. "Now turn around."

Alex muttered teasing insults, but did as he said. "Do normal couples do this?" she asked as Dean started massaging the shampoo into her scalp.

"Oh yeah. Just relax." One hand went down to her shoulder, massaging the muscles.

Alex's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft breath. "Fine," she murmured.

Dean repeated her, amused. "Fine."

...

It was a little over a week later. Alex was sitting on the couch, but Dean was still fast asleep. Alex eventually decided she had to go in and wake him up. "Get up, you big log," she huffed, throwing some clothes at him.

Dean sat up, spluttering in confusion. He looked over at Alex, frowning. "Hey!" he protested.

Alex laughed. "It's almost eleven. And put some clothes on. The museum's open."

Dean grumbled under his breath, reaching onto the floor to grab a pair of boxers. He pulled them on under the covers before getting up. "Stupid alphas," he groaned. "And stupid you. I was having a good dream."

"Oh?" Alex raised an eyebrow. "Pray tell."

Dean shook his head. "Secrets," he teased. "But there was this really beautiful girl."

Alex laughed. "Cute."

Dean grinned. "You were there too." He pulled on a shirt and walked past her into the living room. The museum wasn't very packed, and Dean let out a large yawn.

"You're food is cold," Alex told her mate, plopping herself down rather ungracefully on the couch. "But lunch should be here in an hour or so."

She looked over at Dean to see him glance at the kitchen table, wrinkling his nose. "I'll wait till lunch."

"Yeah. Good choice."

Dean lay down beside her, placing his head in her lap. Alex ran her hand through his soft brown hair, and Dean closed his eyes, something like a purr rumbling in his chest.

Alex smiled. Life was good.