Page 91 of Pack Plus Three

Labor was no joke.

I knew it was going to be painful, but my entire body felt electrified, and not in a good way.

“Is it too late for an epidural?” I asked Doctor Parrish as she took her spot between my legs so she was facing my business area.

“I’m sorry,” she grimaced. “You’re too far along.”

I nodded, steeling myself. “Okay. Let’s do this!”

As the contractions increased, the pain increased. Jeremy’s hand in mine became clammy, and his entire face pale and sweaty.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“You’re really in pain,” he admitted in a strained voice.

I furrowed my brow at him. Of course I was in pain! I was about to evict two small humans out of my body.

The nurse who was on the far side of the room chuckled. “Your bond mates will be feeling everything. You’d be surprised at how badly a lot of alphas take it,” she informed me.

I looked from Jeremy to Devon, who wasn’t looking so hot himself. “Do you need to sit down?” I asked him.

He shook his head adamantly. “I’m fine,” he insisted.

The nurse, bless her, gently grabbed a chair and placed it near Devon, clearly prepared for him to fall over. “Now, Mr. Dad, you cannot let yourself pass out. You’ve got to be here for your omega. If you drop, we won’t be looking after you. You can lie concussed on the floor until your babies come.” She paused for a second, thinking. “Actually, we can just push you out of our way and you’ll miss your babies’ birth.”

A particularly painful contraction took over and I scrunched my eyes up in pain, crying out.

“Okay Daisy, with the next contraction I want you to push, okay?” Doctor Parrish asked.

I nodded.

Jeremy let out a strangled sound with the next contraction and my hand was drenched in his sweat.

“Just move over, dummy,” Nate growled in a good natured voice, gently nudging Jeremy out of the way as he drifted over slightly, his hand resting on my leg, not wanting to stop touching me.

“Is he okay?” I asked breathlessly.

“He’s fine. He and Devon are just big babies.” Nate laughed lightly as he gripped my hand in his, his arm going around me. “Now squeeze, kick and scratch me all you need to, okay? Let’s get these babies out before those two fall over. I know you’re fine, handling it like a champ—those two I’m not so sure about.”

“I probably don’t look like I’m handling it well.” I groaned, tilting my head back as my uterus contracted painfully. My hair was plastered to my sweaty forehead, and I probably looked like a tomato.

“Bullshit,” Nate grumbled, gently placing a kiss on the top of my head. “You are fucking beautiful, Daisy St. James. In fact, you’ve never been prettier,” he said, his words full of conviction.

“St. James?” Jeremy looked at Nate, his eyes kind of hazy from the pain. “She’s my bonded mate. She’s a Monroe.”

“Wait…who agreed to that?” Devon asked.

“Guys!” Nate snapped. “Not the time. We can debate names later. For now let’s focus on getting the babies out, okay?”

“I like that one.” The nurse pointed at Nate.

“He’s all right.” I laughed.

“High praise, omega.” Nate smirked. His hand remained firmly attached to mine, tethering me in a way Jeremy’s sweaty grip didn’t. Their comforting, warm scenes soothed me.

“On three, I want you to start pushing, okay?” Doctor Parrish said, looking at me with a smile. “It’s time to have your babies!”

You know all that stuff they say in the movies about how you don’t know true love until you have a child?

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