Help! My Male Employees Are Having Babies!-Chapter 132: The Mother Hen Has Emerged

Donnie scooted the chair next to Chas’s and started to unbutton his shirt to expose his chest. "Here, hand me the child and I’ll see if Xavier would like a little bit of my nectar. Maybe it will help him be satisfied." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Xavier smelled the richness of Donnie’s nectar glands and literally tried to devour his right chest. "Oh, wow, he’s definitely latched on and he is sucking as hard as he can," Donnie observed. "He’ll have me drained before long."

It didn’t take long before Donnie had to change sides with Xavier, and he attacked the left gland with the ferocity that he attacked the right one. Donnie gently rocked as Xavier started slowing down on his nursing to a more reasonable rate. He wiped the young man’s face as this child held onto his finger on his other hand. Wow, this child has a firm grip on him.

Stephen and Clark were walking around and talking to some of the other pregnant youth there on that dorm. They found out that Chas didn’t get any sleep—Xavier kept him up all night long.

Chas was in amazement that his son was being so quiet during the nursing process. Normally he would’ve turned loose three or four times to cry out then went back to nursing him.

"Mr. Donnie, why is he so quiet with you and with me he’s screaming his head off?" Chas asked, concern evident in his voice. "What am I doing wrong with my son?"

"Chas, you’re not doing anything wrong. It’s your nectar," Donnie explained patiently. "You’ve got nectar, but it’s not rich enough for a newborn. You have volume but there’s no ingredients within it, so he’s getting no satisfaction. You’re not doing anything wrong other than you’re too young to supply him with what he needs. Me being older and expecting a child of my own, I am secreting extra nutrients in my nectar so he’s getting what he needs as a newborn. But you, Chas, are taking wonderful care of your son."

"Where are your belongings at?" Donnie asked.

"My other suit of clothes is in the wash, and all I have is this large set from being pregnant just like the other ones. They’re big and baggy, but now that he’s gone, I’ve got my flat stomach back."

"You mean to tell me, young man, all you have in the world is that baby and two sets of clothes, and they are too big for you since you delivered Xavier?" Donnie’s voice carried a note of disbelief.

"Yes, Sir, but it’s better than what we used to have at the corporate ranch," Chas replied quietly. "We only had one set of clothes, and when they were washing them, we sat around butt naked."

"Well, I guess with 2200 pregnant young men, it is going to take a little bit of time for the ranch to catch up for your clothing. So they’re doing the best they can." Donnie paused, then continued firmly. "Well, this won’t do. Xavier needs around-the-clock care, and he needs the stronger nectar to grow. I’ve got mine, and Stephen will give up his, so you’re coming home."

"Excuse me, Sir, what do you mean by I’m coming home?" Chas asked, confusion clear in his voice.

"Just exactly what I mean. I’m going to lay Xavier down where he can rest, then you can say your goodbyes because you’re not staying here one moment longer. You’re coming home with us to your new home for you and Xavier to live at." Donnie’s tone was decisive. "It will be a little crowded, yes, but you will have food to eat, books to read, Uncle Donnie and Uncle Stephen to take care of the feeding schedule for Xavier, and his Godfather Clark to help spoil him. But you will learn to read everything that’s put in front of you. I will be giving you cooking lessons so you can learn how to cook because I’ve got great plans for your future, young man. You won’t be allowed to lay around and be lazy because you have a future ahead of you, and it’s a bright future. So say your goodbyes to your friends here—you can still come visit them when you want to, but you’re going to go live in a proper home. Both you and Xavier deserve this."

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Stephen was with a group of the young adolescent Genmen, and they were all talking. One of the young men asked a pointed question: "How, as a Genman, can you lay with a human and be carrying his child? Don’t you feel like you betrayed your people, and we should keep our race pure?"

"Young man, at one point in time I felt the same way that you do now," Stephen began thoughtfully. "But when you meet the right person that is destined to be your mate for life, it doesn’t matter who he is or what he is, as long as he treats you well, he’ll treat the baby well, and sees to your every need."

Stephen’s voice grew more serious as he continued. "I was raised on a corporate ranch, and like you, I had children early before I was intended to by nature. The first time I didn’t miss anything. The second time that I swelled and went to deliver, the virus they didn’t get me knocked out all the way, and I was very aware that I birthed a child when I heard it cry out for me. I watched them as they took my child away wrapped in a blanket. My attendant left the room and the door was ajar. I gathered all my strength, crawled off that table, and I ran. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I was young, had just birthed a child, I was still bleeding out of my vent when I got a ride away from the ranch."

"The older gentleman who was human saw what kind of condition I was in and felt sorry for me. He told me about a place that was outside of the city and it would take in the neglected and stray Genmen children and Genmen who needed sanctuary."

Stephen’s eyes grew distant with memory. "He dropped me off at the front door of the main house. It was late and it started to rain. I knocked on the door—it was opened by a huge man. I begged him for sanctuary and collapsed at his feet. It was Uncle Zack, that’s what I was to call him. He took me inside, scrubbed me clean, doctored my vent where it was ripped from birthing too early in life."

"He never asked questions, he never passed judgment, but what he did do was he took me in, set me down, and he personally fed me the first meal that I had ever had outside of that corporate ranch. He helped me to be educated and set me up in the cottage where I live now. I was not nowhere near aged to be on my own, but he let me have my space."

"We eventually spoke of the child that I lost because of the corporate ranch, and he swore that he would make them pay one day. He would make sure that he took everything away from them that they were trying to do—it would make them go bankrupt. And here you all are, staying true to his word. He has never given up the fight so that all Genmen are free and never part of any kind of corporate anything."

Stephen’s voice grew warmer as he concluded. "Yes, I’m pregnant, and I live on the Z1 as a free Genman, free to love who I wish to love, and with Clark I’ve hit the goldmine. He accepts me for who I am with my past history and all—he doesn’t look down upon me. I told him all about my past as we lay in each other’s arms, and he said all that mattered was that we were together, we were expecting a child, and we have a future, and so will our children when they are born."

The other boys understood what Stephen was saying. It didn’t hurt that Clark was sitting right behind him, his arms wrapped around Stephen with his hands on his stomach holding their child.

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Donnie had buttoned his shirt up and walked over to Stephen and Clark. "As soon as Chas is through with his goodbyes, we will be ready to go home, and all five of us will go," he announced. "He’s gonna need help with Xavier because his nectar is not rich enough for a newborn, so I will be feeding Xavier when he’s hungry, and so will you, Stephen. That just leaves good old Mr. Clark, his Godfather, to spoil him rotten. Chas will be learning how to cook, he’ll learn how to read, how to write, and do everything that a proper young man should know by this age, and I intend to challenge him 100% of the way. If you have anything to say about it, go talk to the door facing, as I don’t want to hear it."

"Wow, the mother hen has come out in you," Stephen remarked with amusement. "I don’t know what he did when he bit on your nipple, but you sure have changed since this morning."

"You could say the young man and I bonded as I nursed his son," Donnie replied with a slight smile. "And Uncle Donnie takes care of his family, and so will you, Uncle Stephen."

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Donnie walked out carrying the baby, as Clark and Stephen helped a very exhausted Chas walk to the cottage.

They had arrived when Chas sat down and was out like a light—the young man was exhausted.

Donnie put on one of the carryalls and placed Xavier in it as he slept. The warmth from his bare chest helped soothe the child and kept him sleeping. Soon, to Donnie, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to have a child attached to his body and sleeping on him.