Katerina is Mexico. She is cute. She is adorable. And you shall love her.
Also, Omega-Omega relationships (and Alpha-Alpha 'lations) are my current interest.


Matthew and Alfred both had news to tell the other. After a verbal tango of the tongue as they tried to talk around each other, both finally ended up nearly shouting "I'm pregnant!" and "We've adopted!" simultaneously.

The twins both gasped at the same time, identical expressions on their identical faces. They both grinned madly.

"Congratulations!"

Questions were tossed back and forth. When was it due? When would you get to meet the child? Do you have names? Where are they from?

Gilbert, Matthew's mate, and Arthur, Alfred's, both watched on as the twins fawned over the idea of raising children together. The Omega and Beta started up their own, more laid-back conversation on children and congratulations.

"So," Arthur said with a smirk. "You've knocked up little Matthew. Took you long enough."

"Well it's not like we had the help of a knot or anything. I do things the awesome way. Besides, I see you two are adopting. Alfred not able to knot either?"

Arthur scoffed. "As if I'd bear a child." He retracted his sentence a moment later at Gilbert's glare. "We just thought it would be better to help an unfortunate soul instead of creating some kind of monstrosity."

Gilbert laughed. "I'd hate to see what you two could come up with. Alfred's energy and your boringness."

"I could say the same thing about you, you know. The kid had better inherit Matthew's manners. And brain cells."

"What's that about brain cells, Artie? You'd better not be telling Gilbert lies about me." Alfred bounced over to his mate, his brother right behind him. "Did you hear? Mattie's preggers!"

Arthur chuckled. "Yes, I heard. And I think the whole block heard as well." He turned to Matthew and gave him a quick hug. "Congratulations, Matthew."

"Thank you, Arthur. And congrats to you too. Alfred told me you're adopting, but he wouldn't give me any details. He said it was a surprise."

"Yes, well, for him it would be. We'll be meeting the child next week."

"Do you think Gil and I could tag along? The child could meet his whole family at the same time."

"I'd say that's absolutely fine. I'll text you the detail when we get them."

~0~

For all his support from his brother and his mate, Matthew couldn't help but feel eyes watching and judging him as he went up and down the aisles at the grocery store near his and Gilbert's apartment.

He'd just begun to show, a tiny bump only noticeable because he'd opted for a tighter shirt that day, and while a pregnant Omega was nothing new, a majority of the shoppers did know that Matthew was mated to another Omega and that was why they stared and whispered.

"There goes that whore," he'd hear as he picked up cereal.

As he browsed the breads he caught, "They probably used artificial insemination."

And while he checked the eggs, Matthew heard, "It probably won't even have a Nature."

By the time he was checking out (using a self-scan machine) Matthew was in tears as he hurried to pay for the food and rush back home.

Gilbert, on the same hand, was having incidences at work. His desk job, pushing numbers and pencils, was full of gossipy Beta women who couldn't shut their traps if their lives depended on it.

Often times at the watering hole, Gilbert would catch the tail-end of their conversations. Things about his masculinity and his Nature and his choice in mate. But he didn't care. He was too awesome to be affected by their petty stories.

But one day, as he filled up his coffee mug (the one with the little yellow bird painted by Matthew) for the umpteenth time that morning, he caught Corner Office and Poodle Shirt laughing over something so he decided on a whim to go about adding sugar and cream to his coffee so he could listen in.

"That mate of his. He's so wispy."

"Oh, I know! He's a down home Omega if you've ever seen one."

"And I heard he's pregnant now."

The two women laughed. Gilbert crushed the sugar packets in his hands, but he listened on.

"How he should be, too. Though, I say they'd ought to take the child away as soon as it's born. It's not right for two Omegas to be raising one. I mean, what if it ends up an Alpha? They'd be in trouble and the poor child would be ruined!"

Gilbert nearly smashed his beloved mug. "Hey!" He spun around and pointed a white finger at the two Beta women. "I've listened enough of you mocking my mate and me, but if I hear you bring up our child one more time, I swear to God, I'll hurt you!"

The two women looked affronted for just a moment before laughing, albeit a bit nervously. One of them, Corner Office, harrumphed. She and Poodle Shirt picked up their coffee mugs and made to leave to break room.

"At least he has one Omega trait down."

Later that night, when relating the story to Matthew, he cut it short there and just said, "Those bitches got what was coming."

~0~

The child Alfred and Arthur were adopting was a girl. She had black, shiny hair and bronze, tanned skin. She also spoke Spanish as well as English. Her name was Katerina and she was a Beta.

Upon meeting the couple, she had been shy. She'd hidden behind the nun's dresses and peeked around them, blushing faintly, but after spending a few hours with them, she'd opened up and could barely keep up with her breath.

Matthew and Gilbert were with them and she'd asked many times, after she'd warmed up of course, when Matthew would be having the baby and if she could play with it.

Katerina was a very personable child and she was perfect for Arthur and Alfred.

Her first night home, she slept in bed between Alfred and Arthur as well as the next few nights until she became accustomed to her new home.

Matthew and Gilbert visited often, bringing different toys and clothes along for her. She loved her Uncles just as much as she loved her Papas. And of course she loved her cousin too! Even though he or she wasn't born yet, but that didn't matter, she still loved him.

~0~

By nine months, Matthew was prescribed bed-rest and he gladly dosed himself. His feet and ankles were constantly swollen and his back ached something fierce whenever he stood for too long. He liked the idea of staying in bed for a few weeks and being waited on hand and foot.

His labor began in the very early hours of a Tuesday morning. Gilbert was in a dead sleep, sawing logs and counting sheep, the whole deal. Matthew practically had to shove him out of bed to get him up. But once he was up, everything happened fairly quickly.

Gilbert had Matthew in the car and on the way to the hospital in record speed. He'd even already called Alfred and Arthur by the time they'd gotten to the first stop light.

The labor lasted until late that night with Matthew, usually calm and quiet, in a rage, shouting blasphemies and swearing to Gil that he would never touch him again, mate or not.

At long last, a crying bundle of pink was handed to an exhausted Matthew. Despite himself, he smiled dumbly and cooed over his baby. She was taken away for just a moment to clean and weigh and then she was handed right back.

Matthew christened her Matilda and the doctors declared she was an Omega as he wrote up her birth certificate.

Alfred, Arthur, Katerina, and Gilbert all sat around Matthew and Matilda in the bed. They passed the baby around and shared smiles.

After Matilda was laid down in a crib to sleep, Alfred slapped his brother's shoulder lightly and grinned madly. "And I got the whole thing on tape." He grinned manically.

Matthew flushed. "Shut up, Al. I'd like to see you do what I just did. Then we'll see whose laughing."