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Chapter 34

"Alfred, no running in the house!" Arthur scolded as the rambunctious alpha pup hurtled through the kitchen and out of the back door. The alpha sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shooting his omega-mate a look as Francis laughed lightly.

"Let him burn off some energy, cher~" Francis was wearing a little apron around his waist, making the pastry for a fresh, delicious pie. He had grown into his domestic omega role rather happily, as Arthur now treated him as a mate rather than a pup-producer, and they worked as a team.

They had been living with Giles for almost a year now, and Arthur had also relaxed into his role as a farmer and an involved alpha-father, and he and Francis had never been happier.

Matthew came into the kitchen, giving Arthur a glance before rushing out of the back door too, knowing full well that Alfred had been scolded for running, but Arthur could never bring himself to chastise Matthew. The sweet young omega pup was too much like his Papa, and Matthew had Arthur wrapped around his little finger just like Francis did.

Arthur gave a chuckle, standing from where he was going over the farm's accounts, and coming over to wrap his arms around Francis' waist from behind, kissing his neck affectionately. "They're growing up so fast…" he mumbled.

"Oui, they are~" his omega agreed, giggling and leaning back against his chest as the couple watched the pups playing through the window.

Matthew was chasing Alfred around the chicken coops, and the two of them shrieked with laughter. It was a wonderful sight indeed.

"Arthur," came the voice of Giles from behind them, and both parents jumped and turned.

"Ah – good morning, Giles." Arthur greeted, letting go of Francis and giving a smile.

"Morning." Giles greeted in return, giving a nod to Francis as well. "I wanted to borrow you for a minute, if that's alright."

Arthur blinked. "Of course." He agreed, kissing Francis' cheek before the two alphas retreated from the kitchen, heading to the tiny room that Giles had dubbed a study.

Giles sat down heavily in one chair, retrieving some documents from a desk drawer and putting them in front of Arthur.

"What are these?" Arthur asked, looking through them.

"The deeds to the farm." Giles answered casually, as if the importance of these documents washed over him indifferently.

Arthur looked up at him with curious emerald eyes. "And why are you showing these to me?"

Giles gave a bark of laughter, wheezing slightly at the younger alpha's puzzlement. "Because I want you to take over the farm when I die."

Arthur was quiet a moment, looking through the papers and then back to him. "But…why me?"

"You've become like a son to me, Arthur. I see your pups as my grand-pups, and I see Francis as my omega-in-law." The old farmer explained with an amused smile on his cracked lips. "I'm old, Arthur, and I know it won't be too long now."

This comment tinged Arthur's heart with sadness. "What do you mean? You're as fit as a fiddle."

Giles laughed again, and the laughter soon turned to hacking coughs that made Arthur wince. "We both know that's a load of bollocks."

The younger alpha sighed. It was true, Giles' coughs had gotten worse and he couldn't leave the house too much. He was rather slow and unsteady on his feet, and Francis had mentioned the other day how he thought Giles' scent was weakening a little. When it was brought to his attention, Arthur had been able to notice it too.

A moment of quiet passed between them as Giles' coughs died down, and the younger alpha scanned his eyes over the documents.

"I want you and Francis to take over the farm, and I want you to fill the hallways with the pattering of more tiny feet." Giles took a drink of tea, his hand all weathered and frail and permanently stained from the soil of many years of farm labour.

"I don't know about that…I'm not sure Francis is ready for more pups." Arthur admitted; they were happy, but it was a subject he had avoided in the hopes of saving his omega from getting upset again.

"Have you talked to him about it?" Giles asked, knowing the deep respect that Arthur had for his omega-mate, and even though he had never been given the full story of how Arthur and his family ended up on the farmer's doorstep, Giles knew snippets of Arthur's history of not treating Francis properly, and how hard Arthur was trying to make up for it. "Talk to him. The worst he would do is tell you he's not ready."

Arthur nodded, contemplating it. He had not spent a heat mating Francis in over a year, and he couldn't deny he missed his omega's gorgeous body and sweet scent of arousal, and the feel of Francis' soft body under his own.

Leaving Giles to his paperwork, Arthur thought about what he would say to Francis, knowing he would be going into heat again in only a few days.

"Francis," Arthur called as he came through to the kitchen, where Francis was just putting the pie in the oven.

The French omega straightened up, running a hand through his hair and giving a smile. "Is everything alright with Giles?~" he asked cheerfully.

"Yes – will you sit with me a moment, darling? I'd like to talk to you…" Arthur sat down in one of the dining chairs, pulling one out for Francis, who joined him.

"Of course~" he seemed a bit uncertain though, and although his mouth was smiling, his eyes showed worry and seriousness.

"It's alright~" Arthur reassured, taking Francis' hand in his and pressing a kiss to the back of Francis' hand affectionately. "I just…I know your next heat will be in a few days, and I was wondering how you felt about me joining you."

Francis looked down a little, as he knew Arthur would want this at some point, and he gripped Arthur's hand a little tightly. "Oui, I would love that more than anything…but I can't survive losing another pup – "

"I know, I know and I wouldn't ask if I thought you weren't strong enough…but I think you are, love." Arthur reassured, holding Francis' delicate hand protectively in his own, which were becoming hardened through the farm labour he was doing every day. "But I only want what you want, so if you're not ready – "

"Non," Francis cut in quickly, giving him a smile. "I'm ready. We have a beautiful home to raise our pups in, and I'm sure Giles would love more grand-pups~" he joked.

Arthur smiled in relief and happiness, pulling Francis into a hug and kissing him gently. "I love you, my beautiful omega."

"Je t'aime aussi, my handsome alpha~" Francis placed a hand on his cheek, kissing him again deeply whilst the pups charged about outside, making the chickens cluck anxiously.

XxX

"Arthur, mon amour~" Francis purred from the nest he had made in the heat room, his body naked and covered in slick between his legs, and he reached up as he saw his equally naked and equally aroused alpha before him.

Arthur's eyes were large with lust and love, feeling drunk on Francis' heat-scent as he moved into the nest atop his lover, kissing him deeply and taking him in his arms. "You're so beautiful~" he growled against Francis' skin, biting his neck and making him let out a whine.

Francis's hands desperately groped over Arthur's chest, appreciating his more developed muscles as a result of working the farm, and he whined in longing. "I need you, please~ Please…I can't wait any longer…!"

With Francis' permission, Arthur held his hips as he entered him, letting out a growl at the feeling of his beautiful omega writhing beneath him. It had been so long since they had been close like this, and Arthur took a moment, nuzzling the crook of Francis' neck and inhaling his intoxicating scent. Francis was so sweet and soft and incredible, and Arthur wanted to show him how much he could love him.

Moving slowly but deeply, the alpha made love to his moaning omega, grunting and growling possessively as he was finally allowed to show Francis how much he loved him. Francis was in so much pleasure, his haze of heat allowing him to be consumed by the scent and touch of Arthur, and he arched his chest into his alpha, wanting him, needing him.

They made love for what seemed like hours, just the two of them, grunting and gasping and moaning out each other's names, and the room filled with the smell of their mingling scents.

Francis let out a gasp, widening his eyes as Arthur felt that sensation of Francis' release and it spurred him into releasing too, letting out a deep growl of pleasure. Arthur clutched Francis' hips tightly as he swelled inside his omega, staying still as they were locked together.

"Oh, oh Francis~ Oh my darling~" Arthur panted, holding Francis close and cradling his head lovingly, shifting them to sit Francis in his lap as he waited for himself to calm down so that he could separate from his omega.

Francis rested his head on Arthur's shoulder, panting against his skin as he couldn't really speak, but he clung to his alpha, showing without words how much he loved him.

Arthur stroked his hair gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he felt himself get small enough to slide out of his omega, and he laid him gently down in the nest, settling down next to him. Francis rested his head on Arthur's chest as Arthur wrapped his strong arms around him, and together they slipped into a deep and satisfied slumber, hoping that soon Francis would have another pup growing in his belly.

XxX

Francis came into Giles' bedroom with a bowl of cold water and a cloth, setting it on the bedside table beside the sickly alpha in the bed. Giles was pale, and he looked like he had aged more in the last week than he had in the year that Francis had known him.

He was dying; everyone knew, even Matthew and Alfred sensed it, as they had both picked red and yellow flowers from the garden and made little cards for him and daisy chains – all of which congregated as a display on the bedside table. Francis carefully moved the vase of flowers so that he could put the bowl down on the surface, and he sat down in the little wooden chair next to the bed, one hand on his belly which was beginning to swell.

"How are you feeling, cher?" Francis asked gently, wetting a cloth and placing it on Giles' forehead.

Giles gazed at him with greying eyes, giving a wheezing laugh. "About as good as I look." He replied, sounding hoarse, like it was a great effort for him to speak.

"Will you let me give you something to make it easier?" the omega tended to the old alpha dutifully, wanting to make him comfortable.

"No – Don't waste your medicine on an old fool." Giles smiled, the skin seeming to be stretched too far on his pale face. "Enough about me, how are you doing? Has the morning sickness eased up?" he reached out a trembling hand, placing it on Francis' small but unmistakable baby bump.

Francis smiled, placing his hand over Giles' and feeling how cold his frail fingers were, knowing it wouldn't be long now. "Oui, it's getting better."

"Have you thought about names yet?" Giles asked, hoping for any distraction from being able to feel his own life slowly leaving his body with every whispering breath.

"Well, Arthur et moi were speaking about it – I believe the pup will be another boy~ If it is, I'd like to call him Peter, after the alpha who saved us~" Francis said with a soft gaze.

Giles' lips trembled at this, and he seemed very touched. "You'd name your little pup after me?"

"Oui, if you would be alright with that." Francis said with a smile, having learnt that Giles' first name was Peter when Giles recalled how his omega-mate would chastise him for eating dessert before the dinner was ready or such. They were all fond memories for him.

"My dear, I would be…honoured." Giles breathed, wheezing a little as a fit of coughs shook his frail body.

"How is he doing?" Arthur asked, entering the room and placing a hand on Francis' shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.

"It won't be long now…" Francis whispered to his mate, meeting his gaze briefly, before they both returned his attention to the dying alpha.

"Peter…is a fine name." Giles croaked, making Arthur smile.

"We wanted to remember the alpha who saved us." The English alpha confirmed what his omega-mate had said.

Arthur plumped up Giles' pillows and made him more comfortable, whilst Francis moistened the cloth on Giles' head and held his hand in comfort.

"Do you know….my omega-mate, she was just like you…" Giles mused, laying back and gazing at Francis. "She was…such a beauty – and such soft hands…I wish we could have had…children…"

Francis held his hand, tears in his eyes as he felt the old alpha slipping away, and distress began to seep into his scent.

Arthur stood, hugging Francis from behind and holding him close as the last breath of life slipped past the lips of Peter Giles. Francis wept silently, and Arthur was strong and silent, hugging his omega and comforting him as Giles' scent faded from the room.

A/N: Helloooo I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been really busy with my uni work, but also since most of us are in lockdown I thought updating my story might hopefully cheer at least one person up XD

So I hope you are all doing well, and keeping safe in this time – and I hope you're not going too stir-crazy being stuck inside!

Anyway this is the penultimate chapter of this story, so the next chapter is going to be the final one of this story! This is my longest and most-reviewed story and I just want to say thank you for all your support!

Please review and let me know how you feel about Francis and Arthur deciding to have more pups, and how you think this story is going to end!

Love you all x