“I’ll change the nest sheets, then come join you,” Devon said as he gathered the wet bedding in his arms.
It wasn’t until the shower had started running that a cramp rippled through my stomach. I hissed. It was just like my Braxton-Hicks contractions, only significantly stronger.
The pain ebbed, and I looked at myself in the mirror, freshly fucked with a bond bite on my neck. As I reached for my toothbrush, another cramp took over, only this time stronger, and it was accompanied by a slow trickle of liquid running down my leg.
These weren’t Braxton Hicks.
I was in labor.
Chapter 35
Jeremy
Devon: Baby time! Get your ass home!
My heart stopped when I read that message.
I didn’t even bother to reply. I grabbed my bag and booked it out of my hotel room.
Zach, an ex-team member and pack mate to three of my current team members was standing in the lobby, and saw me high tailing it out of there.
“Where’s the fire?” he asked with a laugh.
“My omega is going into labor!” I panted, stopping only for a moment. “Can you tell everyone?”
His eyes widened before a grin broke out on his face. “You have an omega? I didn’t know!”
“She’s pregnant with twins and has gone into labor early. I need to rent a car to get back, now,” I said quickly. We were in a major city, so there had to be a car rental place nearby. I had come on the team bus, so that wasn’t an option to get home.
“It’s an eight-hour drive!” Zach pulled his cell phone out from his pocket. “We have a jet. It’s only a ten-minute drive to the air strip. Take it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, dropping my bag to the floor in relief.
“Of course! You’re about to be a father—nothing is more important than that. It makes no difference to us, so take it. I’ll call and get a pilot booked.”
A small, auburn-haired omega walked up to Zach, hugging him gently around the waist. Following behind her was Grayson. She must be the English omega I had heard so much about.
“Is everything okay?” the omega asked, looking between Zach, who had the phone pressed up against his ear, and me.
“Yeah,” Zach smiled down at her, embracing her with his free arm before looking at his pack mate and explaining how I’d planned to get home.
“Oh no!” the omega exclaimed. “Surely, he can take the jet? It’s a long drive back to California and he can’t miss the birth of his baby!”
“Who do you think I’m on the phone to?” He grinned.
“I’m Molly, by the way,” the omega said to me.
“Nice to meet you officially, Molly.”
“Congratulations man, I’m happy for you! How’s Daisy doing?” Grayson said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Your life’s about to change.”
“Oh god, it is,” I choked out. “I need to make sure she’s okay. My packmates are taking her to the hospital right now.”
“Then she’s in good hands,” Grayson soothed as Zach spoke quietly on the phone, moving toward the hotel reception desk.
“It’s twins,” I admitted to Grayson. His eyes went comically wide, and I could have sworn I heard him choke on his own saliva for a second.
“T-twins?”