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Babe huffed, trudging in the snow.
He wasn’t even sure where he was going, the snow falling so thick around him that he didn’t see much around himself.
He should have been in his foxhole, getting some shuteye now that he had the chance, now that the krauts weren’t shooting at them.
But there he was, leaving behind his hole, his blanket, and the asshole who kept grabbing at him while pretending he was asleep.
“I miss my wife.” Babe repeated to himself, mocking the tone Al had used with that stupid smirk and fake yawn, like he could be believable.
Like he was the first on the face of the Earth to try to grope an omega.
“Heffron?”
Babe stopped at the inquisitive tone in Doc Roe’s voice. Babe squinted at the figure that hurried towards him, slightly hunched, hands shoved deep into the jacket’s pockets.
Between the darkness and the snow, Babe wasn’t sure how the man had even recognized him.
“You need anything, Doc?”
Roe stopped in front of him, looking at him in silence for a few seconds before he pulled his shoulders up towards his reddened ears.
“You got scissors? I’m looking for scissors everywhere. Can’t find any.”
“No, I don’t have scissors.” Babe sighed.
He knew very well how short they were with medical supplies. He had been asking about it basically every other day. Still, with the Doc right there…
“Uh. Any word on when we’ll get-” He let the question drop as soon as Roe started shaking his head.
“No, I’m sorry, Heffron. I’m asking, I swear. Even in Bastogne they don’t have suppressants no more. I know you need them.” He added a bit more softly, and that caught Babe’s attention.
Suddenly he dreaded knowing how exactly Roe must have known it was him even at a distance.
“Do I scent that badly?”
Roe was quiet for a moment before giving him a nod.
They stood in silence while Babe looked around, frustrated with the army and their inability to deliver the basic supplies like suppressants, medicines, food. Warm clothes. Ammo.
“I’ll go ask Winters. See if the brass can manage to scourge up something.” Roe promised. “You just go and find a hole with someone safe. Get some sleep.”
Babe nodded, now with an idea of where to go instead of just aimless walking in the snow.
It was nice knowing there was someone he could go to when he needed to be safe.
Bill had always gone out of his way to make him feel safe around him, ever since they had first met in Aldbourne.
If Babe expected Bill to berate him at least for moving closer to the line when he wasn’t ordered to, he was surprised when the man threw him just a glance before simply lifting a corner of his blanket for Babe to slide underneath it and curl up against his side.
“What are you doing out of your foxhole, uh, Babe?”
“No good reason.” He mumbled as he stared at the blanket covering them, not really wanting to be the one omega in the group going around complaining about the others harassing him.
“You won’t catch me out of here without good reason.” Joe mumbled with his eyes closed from the other side of Bill.
Babe could only twist his mouth, knowing fully well how he might have sounded, fearing they’d think he was being petulant, or just too sensitive. But Bill had his eyes on him, studying him like a hawk.
“How are your hands, Babe?” Bill asked quietly, and in Babe’s hesitation he reached between them, his hand under the blanket finding Babe’s wrist, gently pulling at it until Babe had his hand out of his pocket.
It was cramping badly, his fist pulled back towards the wrist.
“Please, don’t tell Roe.” Babe sighed quietly, with a pit in his stomach at the thought of being pulled away from the line and leaving them all to fend for themselves while he profited from a nice stay in some warm hospital.
He had arrived all the way out there pretending he didn’t have a problem and he had all the intention to keep staying there the same way.
Besides, Bill knew of it and hadn’t found it a good reason to tell him to step back. Not yet.
He closed his eyes as Bill pulled his gloves off to take Babe’s hand between his own, warming it up. His fingers pressed gently over the mount of his palm, over the nails and the knuckles, trying to make him relax his tight hold.
Babe had never found out what made his hands cramp that way, and he wasn’t sure why Bill kneading his hands that way helped, but it did.
Bill let go of his hand only when Babe was able to open and close his fist, and without needing to say a word about it he waited for Babe to give him his other hand.
It was a little difficult, what with them sitting side by side, and to let Bill be more comfortable holding his hand with both his own Babe had to turn slightly more towards him.
It was only then that he noticed Joe had his eyes open, silently studying them and their movements under the blanket.
“Couldn’t sleep ‘cause of the pain?” he asked softly, as if worried someone outside might have heard.
Babe wasn’t sure why he had thought Bill would never tell Joe about his hands.
They had been attached at the hip from way before Babe had even entered the picture of Bill’s life.
“No. ‘s not because of that.” He admitted, sighing deeply as Bill found a way to push his thumb under the tight squeeze of his fingers to rub it on the center of Babe’s palm. “It was- it’s stupid. Just couldn’t deal with Al anymore.” He caught the way their sharp gazes were on him and he felt his ears heat up in shame. “Ah- he was being a little shit. Saying he was missing his wife as he- you know. We were sharing a blanket.”
He expected them to laugh. To tell him to lighten up. To tell him that was just the price to pay.
He didn’t expect the way their faces and scents soured immediately, or the way Bill pulled him a little closer, until Babe was almost lying between his arms, or the way Joe started muttering under his breath about fuckers and wives that oughta divorce them.
But it was nice to know they were on his side, that they didn’t think him too sensitive for life in the army.
With his hands relaxed and warm for the first time in hours, lulled by their familiar scents, Babe found himself falling asleep on Bill’s chest.
It couldn’t have been more than a few hours later when Babe woke up again, feeling Bill move.
“Need to get out,” Bill told him almost apologetically, and Babe tried to move to let him go, so sleepy he didn’t question what he thought felt a lot like a kiss brushed to his forehead. He was vaguely thinking they might have wanted him to go back to his own foxhole when Joe reached out to wrap his fingers around one of Babe’s wrists, pulling him where Bill had been lying a minute before.
Babe was confused and sleepy, looking from one to the other as Bill hummed in agreement and did his best to tuck Babe back under the blanket.
Suddenly Bill was gone and he was left there with Joe pulling at him, rearranging Babe between his arms before going back to sleep like there was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Stay and sleep.” Joe grumbled.
Somehow it was easy to do just that, to close his eyes and just listen to the way Joe’s breath leveled beside him, the way the snow outside cracked under Bill’s receding footsteps.
He had gotten used in time to how Bill scented him by sticking close to his side, but he hadn’t exactly expected something of the same from Joe. Wasn’t sure if the man cared just as an extension of Bill caring, or if he did like some warm blanket human shaped.
He chuckled to himself at the thought, settling down when Joe’s fingers carded through the hair at the nape of his neck, his blunt nails scraping at his skin there.
With that it was easy to relax and fall asleep once more.
***
If it weren’t for Martin bodily dragging him away, Babe would have never left Julian dying there alone.
He had seen many guys buy it out there, but Julian’s somehow wrecked him like no death had before.
Maybe it was because Julian was so young, so damn young. Babe had thought he himself was young when he had joined, compared to the others who had trained in Toccoa before him, but the boy, he was still so wide eyed and scared like only the new replacements were.
And Babe had been a replacement himself, back in October. But he had had Bill take him under his wing, and that had made all the difference.
He had thought he was going to do the same for Julian now. Except the boy had died with Babe unable to do anything for him.
He didn’t care how ugly he was crying as the boys pulled him out of there. He didn’t care about keeping up a facade of coolness.
Martin handed him straight to Bill with a grimace and quiet words about how they couldn’t do anything more for Julian.
The tears had dried up by then, Babe too dehydrated to have much more to give, but he still was racked by sobs, staring blankly as Bill gently led him away.
Babe didn’t care where they were going, following blindly, until he found himself sitting in Bill’s foxhole.
Bill cupped his face with one hand, making Babe turn enough to meet his worried gaze.
“He’s dead, Babe. Nothing more you can do for him anymore. He wouldn’t want you to lose your head like this.”
“He wouldn’t want to be dead.” Babe spat out, his tears somehow starting to flow again. “I should have gone back. I should have stayed there.” He sobbed.
He didn’t miss the look Bill exchanged with Joe there, and for a moment he felt shame rise in his chest at his display of weakness. But they didn’t seem to be judging him, looking more worried than anything else.
“For what?” Joe asked gently, rubbing one hand up and down Babe’s back. “To let yourself be shot at? Julian wouldn’t want you to die for his body.”
Bill nodded, scooting closer to sit beside Babe and wrap an arm around his shoulders.
Babe sighed, frustrated, and pulled his helmet off, throwing it to the frozen ground between their feet as he raked his fingers through his hair.
“I promised.”
“Promised what?” Bill asked with a frown, moving his hand up to gently pet his hair.
Babe’s breath itched at that, at the intimacy of the gesture bringing him somehow back home with the memory of his mom doing the same when he cried as a kid.
“I promised- I’d send his mom his stuff. The letter he wrote for her. His watch. His pay. He was keeping it all in the pocket to send home. Just in case. We- we both wrote letters, promised we’d send it to each other’s family in case we- we-” He waved a hand, unable to say the word, not now that it was all real.
Bill sighed and pulled him sideways enough to be able to brush a kiss to Babe’s temple, nuzzling at his hair.
There weren’t words that could make him feel better, but they didn’t tell him to stop crying, just pressed against his sides and kept petting him gently in silence.
“I thought- I thought of myself as the big one between us. The older and more experienced.” Babe sniffed hard, lifting his eyes to the sky at the naivety of his thoughts. “Promised I’d be there for him if needed. Thought I’d keep him alive like you kept me alive for so long. But now he’s dead. I couldn’t do nothing for him. Couldn’t even keep my promise. So much for the experienced one.” He shook his head, rubbed the back of his hand under his nose.
He was so tired he could barely breathe. He felt empty, depleted of all energies.
He felt cold.
He accepted in silence the cup of coffee Joe pressed into his hands, sipping at it slowly, holding on to it to at least try to warm his hands.
Bill spread a blanket over them and Joe took away the empty cup, setting it aside before helping Bill make a cocoon for the three of them.
He woke up without ever remembering the moment he had fallen asleep in the first place.
For the first time in a long time he felt warm. Even too warm maybe.
He thought it was because of the two alphas pressed around him, keeping him warm, and both their blankets thrown over the lot of them.
For a very brief moment, Babe thought everything was good, and then he fell asleep once more.
Sleep pulled him under enough that he barely stirred when Bill gently extricated himself out of Babe’s arms to climb out of the hole. Still, even though he could barely open his eyes, Babe let out a whine, instinctively trying to keep the alpha close.
Babe was confused, unsure why it pained him so much.
Joe shushed him from behind his back, apparently just as awake as Bill was, and pulled back one of Babe’s arms, trying to help Bill get out of there.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. He’ll be back soon.” Joe reassured him.
But Babe couldn’t understand why Joe would be alright with Bill leaving. He tried turning around in his arms, to face the alpha, and that was when Joe leaned closer to brush a kiss to his lips.
Babe gasped, his whole body feeling too warm, too responsive.
He leaned in to return the kiss and felt Joe’s breath on his lips as the man sighed afterwards.
“Bill went to find Doc Roe for you. They’ll be here soon.”
Babe nodded, not really sure why would Bill want to bring Roe there too, and tried his best to throw one leg over Joe’s.
Joe sighed, looking frustrated, and rubbed one hand up and down one of Babe’s arms.
“Just stay put, okay? This is a hell of a situation, for sure.”
“Why?” Babe asked, closing his eyes. His head felt full of cotton, too heavy, too slow, nothing clear but the need to get the man to go back to petting him, to get Bill back against him as he was not long before.
Joe sighed, his breath puffing against Babe’s skin. “We think you’re getting your heat, babe.”
There was something in his voice there, in the way he had called Babe, not exactly like everybody called him Babe. More like a pet name. The thought made his cheeks flush, and Babe hid his face against Joe’s chest.
At least until Roe pulled off the tarp covering the foxhole, filling it with light. Babe squinted up at him and Bill sliding inside the hole.
Babe could feel how hard it was for Joe to let go of him, to let Babe sit up so that Roe could check him. Babe’s movements were sluggish and Bill helped him pull off his scarf and unbutton the first buttons of his shirt.
Doc Roe knew how to be gentle, with his kind demeanor, his soft words.
“Here we go. Very good.” He praised Babe as he pressed his fingers to Babe’s throat, before he did his best to reach his shoulder underneath the coat, the jacket and the regulation shirt.
Babe didn’t need to watch the others to feel their tension. But they sat there still, letting Roe do his job.
Roe pressed his lips in a tight line before giving a nod, his eyes full of concern. “Yeah, you were right.” He told Bill, pulling his hands away from Babe. “It could be the tension. The grief. Heard it’s causing wreck down the whole line ever since we’ve been cut off from supplies. Sorry, Heffron.” He added, addressing him directly. “Got no suppressants no more. You’ll have to ride this out. Maybe we can ask Winters if we can move you back from the line, back where him and Nixon are staying-”
“We’ll be with him.” Joe interrupted him gruffly, and only then Babe noticed how the man had sneaked one hand up to caress the nape of his neck, his fingers gently kneading the naked skin there.
Babe closed his eyes for a moment, his breath short at the touch. When he opened his eyes once more it was to catch the worried look in Roe’s eyes.
“I’ll be fine here.” He reassured the doctor.
Roe looked at him for a moment longer before nodding slowly. “Well, make sure he drinks plenty of water. Should also get him some food. I can get you all some food at least when it’s chow time, so you don’t have to leave him alone to get it. And don’t get the others around him, you know the drill.” He hesitated a moment longer, even as he watched Babe try to curl up against the alphas. “I don’t think he can end up pregnant, we’re all starving too much for that. And he was under suppressants until not long ago. But still. Try to be careful with him.”
“We will.” Bill assured him, helping the doctor pull himself out of their foxhole and fix the tarp in place once more.
“Shit.” Joe exhaled, looking sour as he looked around. “Shit place to have your heat, Babe.”
“I know.” Babe sighed miserably, staring at his knees, listing heavily against Bill’s side as soon as the man sat back down.
“You’d deserve a proper nest. Don’t have much to nest for you here though.” Joe grumbled, doing his best to try to arrange their belongings so that there could be more space to lie down.
Babe felt his face flush in pleasure at seeing that was all the problem, a smile curling on his lips as Bill hummed in agreement.
That was when he noticed the intensity of Bill’s gaze upon him, a moment before the man leaned in to kiss him.
Babe could barely breathe, his whole body aflame in desire at being slowly kissed by the alpha.
None of the girls back home kissed like the men he was going to spend his heat with, and Babe found he enjoyed that very much.
Babe was running so hot he welcomed immensely the moment the two of them started undressing him, freeing him of his coat and then of his jacket.
Together the alphas lay down the bedrolls and Babe’s coat on top of them, trying to not lay him down where it could have been too cold and to get some of his scent there with their own.
“Wish we had at least a pillow or something.” Joe grumbled, frustrated by the lack of a proper nest.
“I don’t care.” Babe reassured him with a sigh, reaching out to take a hold of the lapels of Joe’s coat to pull him closer.
That distracted the alpha pretty well, and soon Babe found himself pressed down on the bedrolls. Together, Joe and Bill worked to pull Babe’s shirt out of his pants and to get those open.
Babe let out a moan at feeling their hands find his naked skin underneath his clothes, so cold they were more than welcome on his feverishly hot body.
He lost track of who he was kissing, trying to answer every kiss they gave him, to touch them back as much as possible with two very enthusiastic alphas pressing against him from both sides.
He was almost sure he could feel their hard cocks hump his thighs through the fabric of their uniforms.
He couldn’t really hold back his voice when Bill wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it slowly. Babe was sure he had never been more wet in his life.
Joe kissed him hard and deeply, smothering Babe’s moans with his mouth even as he did his best to make him react even louder. He reached higher under Babe’s shirt, uncovering him, until he reached one of his nipples to play with it, squeezing it, rolling it between his fingers.
Babe couldn’t help the snap of his hips at that, pushing his cock harder against Bill’s palm.
He gasped in the kiss, already close to coming just like that after so long without being touched.
“Look at you, so pretty.” Bill whispered against his ear, making him shiver.
Babe closed his eyes at the praise, pouring out a sweet scent that had both alphas groaning and hurrying to open up their own pants.
It was difficult with the multiple layers they wore to stave off the cold of the Belgian winter. And they weren’t even feeling the heat like Babe was, whose temperature ran high despite being almost naked under them.
Babe was only happy to see an opening for him to touch them, to try to put his hands underneath their uniforms and stroke them back like they were doing with him.
He needed a little help from them, but then Babe moaned happily at being able to jerk them off, to feel the weight of their cocks in his hands, to know that he was the one making them moan and stutter their hips against his hold.
“Just like that, babe…” Joe nodded, out of breath.
“Such a good omega.” Bill sighed, leaning in to press his lips to Babe’s neck.
Babe closed his eyes, so turned on he could feel his slick wet a patch on the coat underneath him. He lifted his chin and turned enough to give Bill more space to mouth at.
If he had been more lucid he would have probably been embarrassed then at the way he came hard just at the softest scratch of Bill’s teeth over his neck.
“We’ll take good care of you, babe.” Joe promised softly, helping Babe roll on one side so he could better press himself behind him.
Babe was putty in their hands, happy to let them do whatever they wanted, glad for the chance to wrap himself arms and legs around Bill and hold on tight to his best friend as Joe slowly pushed inside of him.
Bill hummed and nodded, dropping kisses over his face and lips.
“So fucking pretty…” Bill whispered, one arm underneath Babe’s head for him to use as a pillow, busy rubbing up and down Babe’s ribs with his other hand.
Babe could hear Joe’s breath puffing against the nape of his neck as the man started moving, slowly thrusting in and out of him, making Babe shiver and moan.
“Feels nice, uh?” Bill asked with a chuckle at the way Babe’s eyes fluttered close at the pleasure. “Will feel even better when you’ll have a knot stretching you good.” He promised, his hand sneaking down to wrap possessively over Babe’s hip.
“Feels like heaven.” Joe moaned from behind Babe in answer. “Best pussy I fucking ever had.” He grunted, his movements growing quicker the more he was sure Babe could take it.
Babe tried pushing back against his thrusts, tried to get more of it, and racked one leg up over Bill’s hip to try to give Joe a better opening.
“So good…” He managed to say, already hard once more despite the recent orgasm.
Joe kissed his neck then, his lips almost voracious on Babe’s skin, and yet he didn’t bite, made sure to not even scratch at it. No matter how Babe arched to try to give him the space to do so.
Except then Bill was the one to take on the offer, licking at the sweet spot in the crook of his neck before he pressed his teeth on it.
Babe gasped and shook in pleasure, instinctively squeezing around the big cock buried deep inside of him.
Joe moaned loudly, swearing under his breath. He pulled almost all the way out then, only to slam back deep inside of Babe. Two thrusts like that and Babe felt Joe’s knot start to drop, stretching him, driving him wild with desire to be pumped full.
Joe moved one hand around him then, wrapping his fingers around Babe’s cock, and he squeezed it gently as he started to come hard, filling Babe with wave after wave of cum.
It was enough for Babe to reach his second orgasm of the night.
For a moment he almost felt more lucid.
Enough to wonder if it would have changed something between them afterwards. Enough to wonder if they were going to call him theirs afterwards. If they would like Babe telling around he had two alphas in the Company.
If they wanted to make it work it wouldn’t be too difficult. Not with Bill living just a couple streets away from him. He guessed Joe could learn to love Philly as much as they did.
But the relief was only temporary and Babe let his head fall over Bill’s arm with a groan, feeling his temperature rise once more and his thoughts become more difficult to keep track of again.
“I want- I need-” He tried to say, unable to fully express himself. He could only groan pitifully when Joe slowly pulled out of him.
But they seemed to know, shushing him with kisses and sweet words, making him turn so he could curl up in Joe’s arms as Bill pressed himself against Babe’s back.
Babe closed his eyes with a groan and did his best to push back his ass against the touch of the warm head of Bill’s cock behind him, moaning at the feeling of Bill slowly jerk off over his skin.
“You want this, Babe, don’t you? You’re burning for an alpha, aren’t you?” Bill whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Babe found himself shaking his head. Somehow the question didn’t sit right with him.
“You. Not just- alpha.” He mumbled, voice smothered by Joe’s uniform where he had his face pressed.
Bill made a noise then, scenting terribly pleased, and Babe sighed happily when the man pressed even closer to brush a kiss to his neck, biting gently at it as he slowly pushed inside of Babe’s wet hole.
Babe groaned, desperately aroused, and pushed back in an attempt to fuck himself over Bill’s cock.
“Yes.” He moaned, nodding unthinkingly as Bill started to slowly fuck him.
Bill had a way to press deep inside of him at every thrust even as he busied himself covering his neck with kisses and bites, apparently without any qualms on marking him.
Babe loved it.
He tried to encourage it, words falling off his lips without him even knowing fully what he was saying, what he was begging for, simply happy to feel Bill keep giving him all he needed.
Joe brushed kiss after kiss over his cheeks, avoiding his lips just to better enjoy all Babe kept saying. Babe caught more than once the man throw a grin at Bill behind his back, his eyes full of pride as he watched them fuck.
“Kinda hope your heat will drag for the longest time.” He chuckled, taking Babe’s chin between his fingers before he ducked to press a kiss over his lips.
Babe parted his lips for him, hopeful for a better kiss, and Joe let out another chuckle, leaning down to give him a proper one.
That was when Bill truly bit down on his shoulder, marking him.
Babe moaned loudly in the kiss he was sharing with Joe, every instinct he had going haywire at the sudden knowledge he was going to spend the next weeks sporting the red sign of a mated omega.
He didn’t need for them to touch him to crash down on a new orgasm. For a moment he lost any ability to think, panting hard as Bill kept fucking him even as he growled softly over Babe’s skin. He still had to let go of him, apparently busy pulling the biggest hickey in history there on that sweet spot.
It was more than what Babe could have hoped for.
“Harder,” he whispered.
Bill appeased him right away, praising him softly for how good he was, for being such a pretty omega, such a little willing omega for his alphas.
Babe just nodded, happy to be recognized as such, and tried meeting every thrust of him.
Until Bill grunted, his hips stuttering for a moment before he finally thrusted harder inside of him, taking him balls deep as his knot started to fill.
Babe arched in pleasure at being stretched so wide, the press of that heavy cock against every right spot inside of him.
“I’m going to drag you to a proper bed after this is all over.” Bill promised hoarsely against his ear. “We’ll spread you on a proper nest. We’ll feed you between fucks like good alphas should.”
Joe sighed, lazily petting Babe’s hair. “We’ll keep you in the nest until you reek of us.”
Babe smiled, closing his eyes lost in pleasure, and hummed softly.
Sounded great, he thought, enjoying being filled by his alpha just like he had subtly dreamed about for quite a while.
“That’s a good plan.” He mumbled, rubbing his cheek over Bill’s arm like a too-big cat.
The men kissed him slowly, letting him ride the pleasure, and Babe enjoyed their touches and caresses like the rest of the world outside that foxhole didn’t even exist.
***
They didn’t leave him alone through the whole heat.
It dragged for longer than usual, longer than it would have if it was medically controlled, with Babe starting to get longer spans of lucid brain only to succumb once more to the fever and the frenzy of lust.
Babe tried telling them they could go, he’d be fine, at least to get themselves some food, but they were adamant about not leaving, either of them.
It was fairly typical of alphas with a newly mated omega, Bill reassured him, glued to his side, seemingly more preoccupied on keeping him down and away from the opening of the foxhole and the eyes of Roe - there to bring them food - than seeing any friendly face for so long, or getting to stretch his legs.
The other NCOs and Roe made sure they all had food and water, Doc going out of his way to bring them half a chocolate bar he had gotten God knew where.
They tried to feed it to Babe, who accepted only a little piece of it before declaring they were going to eat it together, after his heat was done.
As the heat started lifting, Babe slept longer hours between bouts of lust, his body trying to get energy back. When awake, his back was killing him and he felt like his stomach was constantly empty, no matter how basically the whole platoon did their best to find them food so they wouldn’t starve down there.
He was relaxed at least, truly well fucked.
And then all of a sudden Babe was shaken awake by the whistle of incoming artillery.
The ground shook something terrible around them, and Babe could barely breathe as his alphas pressed themselves over him, instinctively trying to protect him.
“Stay down,” Bill whispered when it seemed to end.
They listened intently, worried at the screams calling for a medic.
They knew Roe had to be out there, running to whoever needed him, and they didn’t envy him one bit.
They heard Lip call for the guys to stay in their holes, running down the line just as much as Roe did.
They did just that, staying put even though Joe started mumbling they should have maybe added more cover to their foxholes.
But Bill reasoned it was a moot point by then, and Lip was right. The krauts were probably just about to hit them with a second wave of artillery.
And it came, crashing down all around their position.
Babe closed his eyes and pressed his face against Joe’s shoulder, praying for it to end quickly, for them to see another day.
Only when the silence reigned once more Babe felt like he could breathe again.
Bill pressed a kiss to his temple, one hand slowly rubbing circles over Babe’s stomach.
“Don’t worry, babe. You won’t get rid of us so easily.” He joked, a grin tugging at his lips.
“Good.” Babe nodded, waiting only for them to move off of him to try to find his jacket, the last of the heat dissipating with the sudden bout of fear, leaving him to quickly feel the coldness of winter once more. “Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way.” He smiled tiredly, leaning against Joe’s touch when he pet his hair, happy to let the alphas keep scenting him for good measure before they were to step out of their makeshift nest and back into the world.