Page 132 of Pucking the Enemy

“Coming right up.”

I ended up grabbing three drinks, so she would have a choice. Plain ice water, water with an electrolyte packet mixed in, and some cranberry juice. Each cup had a glass straw in it. She was picky about straws and much preferred the glass ones.

“You spoil me.” Hazel smiled as I made my way back to her, putting the drinks on the bedside.

“It’s the least I can do.” As I spoke, I moved next to her, so we sat side-by-side, our backs pressed against the headboard, as she fed Henry.

“I’m relaxed, honestly.” She sighed, looking down at Henry. Our boy loved his food. His face was squished so excitedly into the titty he was drinking from, we could hardly see his eyes.

“Good, you’re meant to be relaxed.”

“How’s Phillip?” she asked, biting back a grin.

“He’ll be fine. The doctor cleared him.” I waved off her concern. “It’s his own fault for passing out. He should have found a chair or something.”

She chuckled. “Lesson learned for next time.”

The pain of her contractions had been insane. Through the bond, we’d all gotten snippets of her emotions and sensations, and we’d all been crossing our legs in agony during the delivery. What she had experienced was probably twenty times stronger.

I would never again doubt the power of the vagina, because as far as I was concerned, those fuckers were officially indestructible.

“Do you want me to burp him?” I asked, holding out my hands, a burp cloth at the ready.

“Sure.” She handed him over, and I gently rubbed and patted his back. He was so small, the first few times I had handled him, I had been terrified that I was going to hurt him. “Oh, did Caroline come by today?” she asked. Caroline had visited just the day before to meet Henry, but I got the impression she would be coming back a lot, not that I minded. She was kind, and usually brought a box of cookies or donuts.

“She did. She dropped off several boxes of baby supplies and clothes, but they were for twelve-month-olds. I think she’s getting a little overzealous. Henry won’t fit in that stuff for a long, long time!”

“They’re not for Henry,” Hazel explained. “I mentioned a friend who’s a single mother I was thinking about donating extra supplies to. Caroline wanted to help.”

“I swear that woman is part saint. Aren’t rich women supposed to be catty?”

“Oh! I didn’t tell you, did I? Caroline nuked my mother’s social life!”

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”

“My mother is probably going to be shunned out of society… and I really don’t care!” She giggled. “Caroline basically made it clear to her friends that they could have her at their events or my mother.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself laughing, since the last thing I wanted to do was disturb Henry. “She made it into a popularity contest? Your mother is never going to be seen in society again!”

“I know!” Hazel whispered giddily.

“You know, when we finally have a wedding ceremony, she’s going to be pissed. Her daughter will be part of the biggest society wedding in years, and she won’t even be invited.”

We both laughed quietly, matching grins on our faces.

Hazel rested her head on my shoulder and gently ran her hand over Henry’s head, beaming down at him. “He really is beautiful, isn’t he?”

“He’s going to be a heartbreaker, just you wait and see.”

“I don’t know why my suppressants failed… but I’m rather glad they did.” She smiled.

After Henry let out a few adorable baby burps, I moved so he was cradled in my arms, an adorable, milk-drunk look on his face.

“Hey, Hazelnut?” I asked, looking down at my son and my omega, my chest ready to burst from the sheer pride and love I felt.

She hummed softly. “Yeah?”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m really glad you fucked the enemy.”

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