Page 51 of Embraced By the Alpha Pack

“The clinic needs a weight and length for Deacon for his birth certificate.” Conrad smiles, looking at her.

“Oh ok. Ruby, can you handle that with Conrad? I really want to shower.” Grace passes my son off to my mom and then heads into the bathroom with Nicolai and Barrett in tow.

I walk over and watch mom and my brother stretch Deacon out on the table. She uses the paper tape and gets his length. “He’s twenty-two inches even.” Mom smiles, looking at her grandson and then up at me. “He has you beat by an inch.” She scrunches her nose then moves over to the regular scale Conrad pulled out.

“Get on.” She points at the scale and I step on. She writes down my weight of two hundred and nineteen pounds, seven point five ounces. Next, she hands me my son and looks at the weight again. “Deacon weighs nine pounds, three point two ounces.” Mom proudly announces. If mom was any happier, I swear she is going to explode.

“You’re gonna be one helluva alpha one day.” I kiss my son’s forehead and step off the scale to go sit in the recliner, waiting for Grace to emerge. I curl up in the recliner with my son on my chest. It’s been a really long day and I can only imagine how long the first night is going to be.

I must have dozed off because I was awakened when someone tries to take my son from me. Growling, I reach out and grip the person by the throat, prepared to crush it. “Griff…” Grace’s voice breaks through the rage and my blood runs cold.

“I’m so sorry…” I release her immediately and look down at the still sleeping baby on my chest.

“It’s okay, I’m not hurt.” Grace manages to laugh a little. “To be perfectly honest, I am glad you reacted that way. At least I know the baby is safe with you. Your first reaction was to kill and protect, not question.” Grace leans forward and wiggles her self into the recliner with the baby and me.

“Here.” She reaches out and takes Deacon from me and pulls herself into my lap and lets our son feed. “I’m gonna nap while he eats.” Grace yawns and kisses my lips softly before laying her head down on my chest. She wiggles herself a little more until she is half on and half off the recliner, with her legs dangling off the side.

Our son is laying on my chest latched onto his mother’s breast making happy little baby noises. My brothers, Nicolai, and Barrett eventually return with the girls to find Grace using me as a pillow.

“Fatherhood looks good on you, Griff.” Nicolai says, holding his daughter Nina. Her head is resting on his chest as she sleeps in her father’s arms.

“Thanks … It’s amazing that she grew this.” I motion from Grace to Deacon.

“Women can do a lot of amazing shit. Like not murder us for being dumbasses.” Ethan says, holding Ashina sleeping in his arms.

“That right there is the honest truth. I’m amazed mom didn’t murder us at one point.” Conrad chimes in as he rolls the cart with drinks around.

“Well, there’s six adults and three children, so we can split duties pretty easily.” I say, looking down at Grace.

“Not really.” Nic chimes in.

“How do you figure?” Arching a brow, I thought it was pretty cut and dry.

“You have about four to eight months of Grace feeding the little man. So she is on constant Deacon duty. We can rotate to give her breaks, but she’s his food source until he can eat regular food.” Nicolai single handedly destroyed my plans for rotating the baby duty.

“I work when I want to so I can relieve Grace the most often.” Barrett chimes in, smiling.

“That’s my perfect omega.” Conrad says as he presses his lips to Barrett’s forehead. We always knew Conrad leaned more towards loving men than women. His bond with Barrett is what saved us from going insane. His convincing us that Barrett was going to save us is honestly what kept us all alive.

We’ve treated Barrett like the love of our lives. Then came Gracie. Luckily, she is the true mate of the four of us. We didn’t have to destroy our family to keep the ones we love. She’s so close to Barrett. It’s beautiful when they nest together.

“Where did you go just now?” Ethan comes over and looks down at our mate and son.

“Thinking about how beautiful Barretts and Grace’s relationship is.” It brings a genuine smile to my face.

“We’re like sister-wives.” Barrett says and laughs. “That is until she wants to get laid then, well the dynamics change.” We watch Barrett climb into the nest and start scooping out the bloody and wet bedding. “Ugh, I need to go shopping again. Some stains just don’t come out.” He shakes his head, smiling.

“Are you happy or upset? I can’t tell.” I was never good at reading other emotions.

“Are you kidding me? Grace chose my room to give birth because she felt safe here. I am proud as all hell she chose my room.” He beams. “Even after Roxy tried to attack her here, she still felt safe enough to deliver our baby here. Words can’t express the joy I’m feeling.”

“But your bedding is destroyed?” He was just complaining about shopping. I really must be missing something here.

“It can be replaced. The birth of our family’s first baby was here. In my nest. In my room.” Shaking his head, he smiles broader. “It’s a memory that will live on forever. Who knows, this may turn into Gracie’s birthing room. What a shame I may have to move in with Con.” He bats his eyes at my brother and he laughs a little.

“I added a note to put a birthing nest in the new house.” Nicolai chimes in as he brings beers and passes them out. “Congratulations everyone! Here’s to many more happy and healthy births in the future.” We raise our beer bottles and quietly clink them together, celebrating. Gracie and Deacon somehow sleep through everything.

Chapter 30

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