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Lara manspreaded in her seat inside the van with her girls because it was promotion day for Katseye, so now they have to suffer going to interviews up until 5PM. Manon could sense Lara wasn't as comfortable as she is normally, and Manon knew it wasn't Lara just being nervous.
“You alright, girl?” Manon asked the taller woman with a concerned tone, raising an eyebrow at her.
Lara just growled, grumbling something under her breath even, in response, her scent turning from a light, barely noticeable jasmine, to the smell of cigarettes. (Daydream… You were only 17… Or 21 actually).
Manon covered her nose and inched away from her, and Megan started coughing really hard, obviously picking up the smell in the vehicle. The others didn't mind it, probably took their scent blockers or were used to the awful scent.
“Dude,” she managed to get in between coughs, “the fuck is your issue?”
“I checked my recent purchases,” Lara gritted out. “Broke bitch bought baby clothes from Old Navy. Bags and fucking bags of them, longer than Twice’s discography.” The smell of cigarettes got even stronger in the confined space of the car, definitely stronger than the dosage of their scent blockers, causing Daniela to roll all of the windows down.
“Holy fuck bro,” she said plugging her nose, “it’ll be fine.” Daniela dismissed Lara, not minding much, mostly because all she can smell is chalky smoke.
Lara just glared at Daniela, the glint of anger present in her eyes, trying to pierce through Daniela who only stared at her back like Lara wasn't actively threatening her to say another word that would upset Lara.
Sophia gulped in the front seat and turned her head back to look at the alpha.
“Listen, Lara,” Sophia started, “I understand that you’re upset right now, but… they’ve got twins on the way. And .. sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do to get from the a-side to the b-side.”
Sophia looked at Lara with a tiny, soft smile, grabbing every attempt to soften the tension in the dark van, but all she got in return was a bitter glare from the alpha. Lara wasn't backing down. She knew Orlando was in the wrong. She absolutely does.
She sighed and turned around, deciding not to push any further. Lara scoffed quietly and stared out the dark tinted window, her smokey scent still lingering in the van.
Yoonchae was sitting in the very back, blissfully unaware of what was happening until Lara’s scent wafted to where she was.
“Oh my God,” she gagged, “what is that??”
Yoonchae immediately rolled the window down as well. Megan expressed a bit of a worried face to Yoonchae. Not like she can see it anyways.
Lara growled again, louder this time, really portraying how mad she is if the others couldn't tell already by the foul scent flooding their noses.
“Are we almost there, Sophia?” Yoonchae asked, covering her nose with the cloth of her shirt, “I genuinely cannot take another second of this lowkey.”
Sophia groaned in her seat, rolling another inch down. “In about 15 minutes, I swear — if the chauffeur doesn’t kill us, the smell definitely will.”
“Stupid fucking british cunt, hate that bitch, hate that bitch.” Lara muttered, almost stammering on her words from how fast she's mumbling it out in anger, looking out the window with her arms crossed.
The scent of cigarettes still lingered in the air.
If it was actually just like cigarettes, it would burn her seat.
“Lara, could you maybe calm down a bit?” Sophia asks in a soft tone, making sure she didn’t provoke the angry alpha. “Your scent might genuinely kill us at this point.”
The chauffeur cleared his throat and looked back at the group uncomfortably.
“We’re almost there, girls...”
“Thank fucking god…” Manon mutters under her breath before continuing, “can’t fucking stand Lara right now.”
Lara’s head whips over to Manon, her irises a bleeding red, more pissed off than ever. Why couldn't her own best friends understand?
“What was that, Manon?”
“O- oh uh— I was saying something about how long it’s taking to get there.” Manon’s voice coming out quieter than intended.
Lara snarls softly, very slightly baring her sharp canines and showing off some of her tooth gems. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Manon.”
Hesitantly letting out a breath, Manon gazed out the window instead. Anywhere but Lara’s angry sharpening stare…
Meanwhile in the backseat, Yoonchae stuck her nose out the window. “Thank goodness for fresh air…!” She spoke to herself, inhaling deeply. It felt like Lara’s scent was getting stronger by the second.
“Lara…” Daniela whispered, a small little pout growing on her face, wanting to convince Lara somehow. “Calm down. For me. Please…?”
Lara’s gaze softened ever so slightly. To make it even more convincing, Daniela put a caring hand on the alpha’s thigh. This seemed to work though, as the alpha’s extreme scent wore off over a couple of minutes.
“All we need to finish today with our promotions, and we’ll deal with that later — m’kay?” Daniela says softly in an attempt to ground the alpha which works. The fiery smell weakening to something more bearable.
The van came to a slow stop, and doors were unlocked.
“Fucking finally, man…” Megan sighed under her breath in relief.
The group exited the van, somewhat ready to start their long day of promotions and interviews every 15 to 40 minutes.
Sophia tilts her head towards Manon, lips twitching. “Okay but seriously—what do you think Orlando and Jonah are doing right now while we’re doing our promotions?”
Manon giggled.
“Probably rubbing each other's butts.” Manon snickers, clearly amused by herself. “Can’t you be serious for one second girl..? Lara’s scent is out ready to kill people with the smell of cigarettes Manz.” Sophia deadpans.
“Okay sorry grandma, just trying to lighten the mood..” Manon mumbles sheepishly, eyes avoiding the leader's sharp glare.
— Meanwhile…
“Orlychorly baby, I don’t think we should stay in Dani’s apartment anymore. I can’t take all the noises and loud macaroni and cheese sounds.” Jonah sighs heavily, trying to make the brit pity him.
“Darling, it’ll be okay, we have all the time in the world to think about— Oh, fuck me sideways!! Our twins are trying to take the piss out of me.” The brit exclaims at the sudden force of the twins’ kick.
Jonah quickly moves to place his hand on Orlando's swollen belly, “Orlando baby, please, take a breath.”
They lock eyes and for a moment there's a glimpse of something else in Orlando's eyes—something his foreign lover can't quite describe, and before he could even think about it for too long, Orlando takes all thought from the Brit’s head by pulling him in and smashing their lips together.
“Mmph…! W-what are you doing??!” Jonah gasps in between smothered kisses, but not for air… He gasps for his man's attention.
“All… Mine…” Orlando growls growing hungrier with each touch moving to unzip Jonah's pants. He fumbles with the zipper for a moment before swiftly ripping his pants off, his pheromones driving him insane with lust.
All of a sudden, Jonah throws his omega on his back, unable to wait a second longer. He claws at his clothes until there's nothing between them.
“You're already so wet for me …” Jonah whispered, his words laced with lust and mockery. Jonah rubbed slow circles on Orlando's needy entrance with the tip of his 13 inch cock.
Orlando moans and whimpers in anticipation, pushing himself further towards his alpha wanting to be filled COMPLETELY.
But all of a sudden, there’s a wetness that can't be slick….
“Fuck… Did you come already? I barely did anything…” Jonah gasped, moving away quickly.
“No... I think my water broke fuck, fuck, fuck!” The small omega, petite as he can be, panted breathlessly.
Jonah froze, not knowing what to do.
“Fuck,” the alpha yells, “call Lara.”
Orlando gulped at that.
“A-Are you sure Jonnie…?” He questions, “she’s— OH MY FUCKING DAYS.”
A contraction suddenly hits Orlando like a semi-truck.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, call her, Jonnie. Please.”
— Meanwhile… again…
The Kats were sitting in their respective trailers, getting ready for the hours of interviews and well earned promotions, until Lara received a call.
“L— Lara…?” The voice on the other line spoke.
“Oh my fucking God,” she growled, “I thought I blocked you.”
Orlando whimpered, but not in fear or desperation, he was in pain. And unfortunately, Lara could tell.
“Please, Lara,” he cried out, “I need you, you and your friends. Please help, Please come to the hospital. I’ll never talk to you again after this I swear!!!”
Lara sighed.
“You better not fucking talk to me again after this.” Lara reluctantly agreed to Orlando, already regretting her own words swallowing her whole.
Orlando and Jonah were in the hospital room. It smelled like sterilizer and hand sanitizer. The smell always made the pregnant Brit nauseous.
“Jonnie… The hospital smells bad… It’s making me nauseous..” Orlando complained, putting a dramatic hand on his forehead like you’d see in a disney movie.
“It’s okay, Orly…the birth will go smoothly, a-and we’ll be able to leave soon.” The alpha comforted. “Would it help if I sang you a song?”
“Yes, please Jonnie…”
“A side to the B side to the C… Maybe we could take it back to why my ex left me…”
“Oh my goodness Jonnie! You’re so hot, I love your voice!!!” Orlando cried out happily.
Meanwhile, the Kats made their way to the hospital, taking their sweet time since nobody really cared.
“Ugh, do we have to go?” Yoonchae complained.
“I agreed to it already, there’s no going back…” Lara sighed.
— At the hospital …
“Fuck, Jonnie, I think i’m about to give birth...! It hurts so damn bad…” The stupid submissive Brit whined.
“Okay, okay, Orly. I’ll call the nurse.” Jonah squeezed Orlando’s hand comfortingly and pushed the button to call the nurse.
The nurse, along with a doctor rushed in.
The doctor snapped on the blue latex-free gloves for protection and safety (if you couldn't tell), and draped a sheet over Orlando’s raised legs.
“Okay, who’s ready to deliver these beautiful babies?”
Orlando was shaking horribly as the pain got worse. Jonah held his hand and regretted that soon after Orlando fucking crushed it.
“Me… I am.” Orlando forced a shaky smile. “Doctor, hurry please, it hurts…!”
“Take big, slow, deep breaths for me, Orlando. Then push.”
Orlando followed the doctor’s orders and took a big deep breath, then pushed hard. Jonah grasped his hand tightly as if he’d disappear if he let go.
“UUURRGGHH!!!” Orlando cried, pushing with all his british omega strength.
Orlando pushed again and moaned loudly.
“Keep going! I can start to see the head…” The doctor encouraged the suffering Orlando.
Orlando kept on pushing and pushing with all his might. He felt a terrible burning sensation and felt like he was being torn to shreds. The nausea he was feeling felt unbearable, but he tried to push through.
“Doctor… Are they almost out?” Jonah asked softly to not distract Orlando.
“Yes…the first baby is almost out. Just the feet left…”
“AAAHHHH!!” Orlando yelped in pain as the first baby finally came out. He panted heavily.
The doctor pulled the baby out and cut the umbilical cord, it was a beautiful little girl.
“Okay, time for the second baby. Keep on pushing Orlando.”
The Brit™ cried out loudly again, pushing twice as hard this time. He wanted these babies out.
“Come on, Orly! You got this…!” Jonah encouraged, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
Orlando looked over briefly at his alpha and gave a small smile before yelling out in pain. He began to push again.
“Almost there! Just the legs left!” The doctor yelled over Orlando’s pained cries.
Finally, the omega pushed one last time, and the baby came out. It was a boy, and it was ugly as shit. He panted heavily as the nurse took both babies to clean and make sure they were breathing properly.
“Good job, Orlando. You did good.” The doctor smiled warmly.
“You did it, Orly! You gave birth to our beautiful babies.” Jonah kissed his cheek lightly and his lips as happy tears welled in the couple’s eyes.
The Kats pulled up to the hospital, all six hopping out reluctantly. None of them wanted to be there, but they had to since Lara was going.
“Lara, why are we here? They don’t need us.” Daniela sighed as she grabbed a hold of her lover's hand.
“Because Orlando’s a whiny bitch, Dani. I don’t wanna be here either, but here we are.” Lara gritted her teeth, feeling like this is a waste of their precious popstar time.
Yoonchae followed them inside the hospital as she munched on her kettle corn flavored
pringles. Manon was on her phone while walking, barely paying attention, and Sophia and Megan were conversing quietly.
The Kats walked up to the reception desk, and Lara checked them in, then a nurse began leading them to the room where Orlando and Jonah were staying. Sterilizer and rubbing alcohol filled their noses as they got into the elevator to take them upstairs.
The doors dinged open softly, and the nurse led them to room 670. While they all filed in, no one noticed Sophia and Megan slipping away to an empty room a few doors down.
“I’m so glad we got away. I was NOT about to see Orlando’s man cooch again—” Sophia began, but was quickly cut off as Megan pressed her lips softly against the leader’s.
“I’ve missed you, my sweet girl…we haven’t had alone time in so long.” Megan admitted as she pressed Sophia to the wall.
The Filipina smiled softly as she reconnected their lips again.
Their tongues began to tangle and dance—or fight—for dominance, heavy breathing and soft whimpers filling the room.
Megan’s hands began drifting lower, her fingers carefully dipping below the waistband of Sophia’s jeans.
“Mei mei…not here. Maybe later.” The beta whispered against the other’s neck, peppering it in kisses and loving bites.
“Mm.. it's hard to wait when you’re doing that.” Megan chuckled breathlessly.
“Fine. Let’s go back to the others.”
Back in the hospital room, no one was really paying attention to the couple. Everyone was doing their own thing until Megan and Sophia came back.
Sophia mainly avoided eye contact with Orlando and Jonah , but because she was naturally sweet, she had to ask them what they named their kids. She couldn’t help it, even if she really, really didn’t wanna ask.
“So… what are you guys gonna name the twins?”
Jonah looked at Sophia with a half smile on his face, his shirt was already off for some reason, holding the girl in his hands while the boy was being breastfed by Orlando.
“Well,” he chuckled, “this one’s named Andrea…”
He looked down at the boy in Orlando's arms.
“And that one is Andreo...”
Daniela scoffed.
“Did you really name your fucking baby after me???”