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After a mission brought Deckard a little too close to an untimely death for his liking, he decided it was time to stop.
Being an omega, he knew he didn’t have all that time in the world to accomplish his dream of building a family. He had such hopes, once. He believed that once he completed his honourable service under the English Government he would find a good alpha to start a family with. And yes, for some time, he thought that alpha should have been Brixton. And maybe it could, if Brixton hadn’t abandoned him to join a secret organisation. If he hadn’t blamed Deckard unjustly for his and his companions’ deaths, all to show up again years later and try to kill both him and his sister. Thankfully, he failed.
But yes, Deckard had dodged a bullet the size of a house, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted a family of his own and had no one to share that dream with. But it didn’t matter, even if he had to raise a child alone, Deckard was ready for it. From an early age, as an older brother and as the only omega in the family, he had always taken care of his younger siblings. He had protected Owen and Hattie from their violent and cruel father. He even acted as a substitute for a mother who was always too busy stealing and scamming some rich man to look after her own children.
Also, Deckard certainly didn’t lack the resources to support a child, after all, he had managed to put aside a nice nest egg over the years. He wouldn’t have to work for a very long time if he wanted.
So, there was only one real big problem: finding someone suitable to conceive this child with.
It had to be an alpha he trusted. Someone worthy of the role. Too bad all the alphas Deckard knew could count on one hand only, and two were even related to him! Dom was already mated with Letty and after the Little Brian story, she definitely wouldn’t have been happy with such an arrangement. Not to mention Roman, and if Owen ever knew that Deckard had even considered him, he would never hear the end of it. Owen had never been good at sharing anything when he was young. Now that he was an adult, it was very much worse.
Which narrowed the choice down to one last alpha: Luke Hobbs.
In the beginning, the two couldn’t stand each other. Even being in the same room was enough for them to want to trade insults and punches. But since they had started working together more often, especially after the mission to save Hattie, things had changed drastically. They still loved to bicker, sure, but there was never any real hatred behind it. They looked more like an old married couple, according to everyone else.
Not in a million years Deckard could ever imagine Luke would so quickly agree to his request, much less that he’d want to be part of the child’s life once they were born. Once again, though, Luke caught him off guard.
He had approached him at the end of a meeting with Dom and the others to discuss a possible new mission, asking Luke to a pub nearby, claiming a private matter. Once there, Deckard hesitated just for a moment before deciding there was no point in beating around the bush. He explained the situation as clearly as he could, telling Luke about his strong desire to become a parent. Deckard knew how much he would understand, having a daughter of his own.
And then that mountain of muscles, offering him one of his most sincere smiles, devoid of his usual teasing, told Deckard he would be honoured to have a child with him.
Within a few days after their chat, Luke asked about his next heat, so he could get things organized and also warn his sister so she would be available to look after Sam during that time.
When two months later Deckard went into heat, he had the most intense week of his life.
He had never experienced a heat with a partner who was so attentive and thoughtful. With someone who could satisfy all the needs that Deckard required as an omega. If most days Deckard wanted to have the last word, never allowing people to get in his way, his preferences in bed were very much different, especially during his heats.
People could call him a sub, or simply a pillow princess, he doesn’t give a fuck. The simple truth was that Deckard Shaw loved to be fucked hard. He wanted to be thoroughly dominated, to be bred, and he certainly wasn’t ashamed about any of it. He was a strong, well-built man, yet under Luke’s touch, Deckard had never felt so small.
And he loved every second of it.
Weeks later, Deckard could still feel the lingering sensation of Luke’s large hands holding him down, pressing him firmly against the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside of him.
With the news of Deckard’s pregnancy, Luke’s protective alpha behaviour returned with full force. Luke couldn’t spare a moment without asking him how he was doing and if there was anything he could help with. Luke constantly called on him, so after a couple of months, the alpha asked to spend the rest of the pregnancy at Deckard’s place. He wanted to be near him, to help Deckard during that delicate, precious time.
That forced closeness opened Deckard’s eyes to a side of Luke that he didn’t fully know yet. Watching the way Luke cared for Sam moved the omega in him and Deckard understood that not only Luke would be the perfect father for his baby, but also how he could be a wonderful life partner if only he wanted to try.
And apparently, the feeling was mutual.
One evening, while Sam stayed over at a friend’s house, Luke and Deckard talked about their plans for the future, between the baby and work. At some point, they confessed they wanted something more than what they had initially agreed. They were friends, yes, but the last few months had given room for deeper, romantic feelings to grow between them.
Of course, that talk led to some wonderful sex, this time without the urgency and frenzy of the heat. As Luke fucked him and called his name, Deckard knew he wouldn’t ever want anyone else.
Now that little Henry Hobbs-Shaw is born, and their family has finally grown, Deckard is certain that all those years in which he had to hide, risking his life, were all worth it. All that happened brought him right into the arms of his fated mate and all his dreams had come true.