By the end of the month, she had shot up from ninth to sixth. We had celebrated it together with her. We had made quite a stir in the club. There were guys, both alphas and betas, that introduced themselves to us. The other hostesses, especially the omegas, tried to poach us. When the top ones that could use pheromones tried, we just smirked at them. We knew exactly what they were doing and it did not work on us. We were all omegas too. We were immune to it. Since we all liked Lucy, we made it a rule that she was off limits. That worked out in our favor. Lucy confided in us that she had been expecting at least one of us to try to fuck her by now. "People think that all beta hosts and hostesses are massive sluts that will go out with any customer to make a quick buck." she grumbled as she sipped the champagne. "That all must have been very hard on you." I said. Our booth was out of the corner now that she had jumped in rank. She looked at me and shook her head. "Maybe in the beginning, but let's talk about something else. I don't want to ruin a mood." Lucy said happily. We did.
Connor was more than visibly pregnant. It was clear that he was an omega. Lucy was a bit surprised that she was being visited by an omega male. In FOG beta humans had a gestation that was 9 weeks instead of 9 moths. It was to move things along for female Players. To balance it all out, male Players had a marked lower fertility than female Players or male NPCs. Omegas were made for childbirth. Their gestation was half the time. He was going to give birth any day now. In order to survive, we had to become members of the city's economy. I was working at another eye clinic. Connor was at the local recreation center as a receptionist. We made just enough to afford a shitty 2 bedroom apartment in the rough part of town. We were both pretty strong. I did not doubt that we could get out of any scrap we found ourselves in. Both of us had really high fertility due to the stats we invested in. It was no wonder that Connor would be having more than 1 child. Still, quadruplets was a big step. I claimed them as mine, so they would all have my last name. I welcomed Acer, Biff, Drexel and Nico.
Raising them was pretty easy. We just had to keep them all clothed and fed for a few weeks. Connor took the hit to stay at home with them. He was surprisingly good. It seemed that omegas were naturals with kids. Watching them get bigger week after week was pretty cool. After that, they were considered old enough to join parties. We were in a more realistic setting, so they all were actually old enough to go to school at that point. They were our kids, so the inherited the average of out skills. All of them were neophytes and could not use the omega skills. Because of the obvious bigotry of society, it would be better if they all became super alphas. That way, I would be able to be ensured about their safety. Connor probably would feel the same if he wanted the best for the kids. School increased their intelligence and wisdom stats. Their practice mating sessions would not begin until they got all the way to high school. In the meantime, the boys got into a lot of fights. Connor was an unmarried omega. An omega with kids. People made fun of him for this. This transferred to all their children.
