Page 71 of Dimitri

I closed the distance between us and knelt down beside my mate and took his hand. “I’m here, Caspian.” I pulled his hand to my mouth and gave it a kiss.

“I don’t know what happened. I was relaxing finally, and then there was a sharp pain. I called out to you, and then felt the water get really warm.”

“Your waters broke,” Dr. King said. “Your little one is ready to be born.” He looked at us and smiled. “I’ll start now. Let me know if you feel any more pain.”

“I feel wonderful now. I wish I could have felt this light throughout the pregnancy.”

Dr. King chuckled. I watched as his hand moved across Caspian’s stomach. When my mate squeezed my hand, I looked back at him. “Are you in pain?”

“No. I’m nervous though.”

I pulled his hand close and kissed it again. “You are going to be an amazing daddy. Our son is going to adore you like I do.”

“A little bit of movement here while I work to get him out,” Dr. King said.

“He’s almost here,” I said.

“He is. We’re finally going to meet our son,” Caspian said. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head enough just in time to see Dr. King pull the baby from Caspian. My eyes widened, and I felt terrible about it instantly. “What’s wrong?” Caspian asked as he squeezed my hand harder than I would have thought.

“Nothing,” I said. “He’s a big baby.”

Dr. King chuckled. “He really is. He’s the biggest I’ve ever delivered.” Seconds later there was a loud cry in the room. Caspian’s breath caught, and he tried to look down his body. I knew his stomach was still most likely in the way, which had brought him a great deal of frustration in the past month.

“His lungs sure work,” I said. Caspian looked at me and shook his head.

“They do,” Dr. King said. “You have a very large, very healthy alpha here,” he told us. When moved toward us, he was holding the baby that was now wrapped in a blue blanket. “Here you go, Daddy. I need to take care of the placenta and then close you,” he said to Caspian as he carefully placed the baby on Caspian’s chest. “You can get to know your little dragon in the meantime.”

I moved closer, staring at my mate holding our child. I was already hopelessly in love with my mate, but I somehow managed to fall even more in love with him in that moment. He was holding our child, and looked more beautiful than ever.

“You would think that he would at least look a little like me,” Caspian said. “Especially after everything he put me through.” Caspian looked directly at me. “He’s beautiful, but he has be because he’s your clone.”

Dr. King chuckled. “His eyes are blue thought,” he told us.

“But that’s it? This kid put me through so much yuck and all I get is blue eyes?” Caspian smiled at me, and shook his head. “He’s so beautiful, Dimitri.”

“He is your son, of course he is.”

Caspian rolled his eyes. “I love him. He needs brothers though.”

Dr. King snorted, and I couldn’t blame him. “You are literally still giving birth. Are you sure you are thinking with a clear mind?”

Caspian sighed. “I am. We’re still going with the name Ayden, right?”

I smiled. “Ja, we are. It is fitting, no? He is our little fighter I think.” I leaned in and kissed Caspian. He turned his head toward me, meeting my lips with his. “I love you,” I told him after we parted. “We will have as many as you wish. But let’s wait until he’s a little older.”

“We have to since I won’t have a fertile period for a year.” Caspian glanced at the baby and then back at me. “Or did you mean for us to wait several years?”

I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. “We will have them as soon as you would like. I only meant that we cannot have another baby just yet.”

“You are closed,” Dr. King said. It was difficult, but I pulled my gaze away from my mate and son. “Your baby is just over eleven pounds, and perfectly healthy.”

I looked at Caspian. “Still wish to have more babies?” Dr. King chuckled, and Caspian was staring at me with wide eyes.

“Yes. At least one more. I can’t do only one.”

“Lyubimyy, it does not have to be decided now,” I told him. I caressed his face and moved in for another kiss. “I was only joking. We will have as many as you wish. If you say you want seven and then change your mind after the next one, I will not be upset. I only wish for you and our babies to be healthy.”

“Do you want to sit up?” Dr. King asked. “You cannot walk as of yet. You need to remain in the bed until the feeling returns to your lower half.”

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