Page 124 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“I saw the photos,” I whisper.

“And?” he asks, raising a brow.

“I loved them.” I can't help but smile.

“You see what we see now?” I nod my head. “Good.” He kisses my forehead. “No more hiding this body from us, Omega. Let your Alphas and Beta worship you like you deserve.”

And for the remainder of my pregnancy, I do just that.

Chapter 30

Violet

“Do you think if I go to the hospital and ask them to pull her out of me, they would do it?” I groan, trying my best to shift my body into a more comfortable position and failing miserably.

“No.” Jenny laughs, giving me a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, baby.”

“I want her out!” I whine at my best friends.

We’re on video call, the three of them lounging around Jenny’s house. A pang of longing hits me. I wish I was there. I miss our weekend movie nights.

They made sure to put me on video chat while I watched the same thing they had on, but it wasn’t the same.

Having them here for a month was amazing. They were here from mid-July to mid-August. Sadly, they went back a little over two weeks ago. I wasn’t able to do much with them. With the heat, this pregnancy kicking my ass, and this belly–that's now as big as an oversized watermelon–the time they spent with me was spent inside the house, just lounging around.

I made sure they went out and had fun, even if I couldn’t go with them. But they didn’t feel right about making memories without me there and said we would do something next summer... if I wasn’t pregnant.

As I lay here contemplating everything, I realize that I don’t know if I want to be jumping back on the pregnancy train any time soon.

“Four more weeks,” Rylee squeals. “You got this, babe. You’ve done so amazing. You're so damn strong. And that little girl is totally worth it.”

“I know,” I sigh. “But does she have to be a beast like her daddies?”

“She’s not even that big,” Jenna points out. “Didn’t the doctor say she was expected to be around seven pounds? That's average, isn’t it?”

“Then why the hell does it look like I swallowed an elephant?” I mutter. “Just my luck, the ultrasound was wrong, and I’m going to push a fifteen-pound baby out of my cooter.”

“Oh my god.” Rylee bursts into laughter. “Don’t even wish that into existence.”

“I’m not!” I protest. “I’m just saying.”

I’m thirty-six weeks pregnant, and I feel like it’s been years. I don’t know how some women have babies one after the other. I know I wanted to give the guys each a biological child of their own, but I think maybe three years apart is just fine. Because I need a few years in between, or I’m gonna go crazy.

I love this sweet baby girl more than life, but holy fuck, I’m so over being pregnant.Also, to avoid being pregnant in summer, get knocked up around the end of August. Thank me later.

A sharp pain shoots through my abdomen, and I suck in a breath. “Shit,” I groan.

“Letty, are you okay?” Jenny asks, voice thick with concern.

My eyes squeeze shut as I struggle to breathe through the pain. “I’m fine,” I say eventually as I let out a breath, relaxing back into the couch. “It’s the damn Braxton Hicks contractions again.” I blink at the screen through blurry eyes, my friends staring back at me with furrowed brows. “They’ve been pretty bad this morning.”

“Babe,” Jenna speaks up. “How long have you been having them this morning?”

“On and off since I woke up. But the past hour, they’ve been every ten minutes,” I whine. “If this is what the real thing is going to feel like, I don’t think I’m ready. I heard you could be inlabor for days. Days!” I shout. “I’ve had the fake ones for most of the day, and I’m already over this shit. I heard it gets worse. Any chance they might put me to sleep and take her out of me?”

“Babe, that's called a C-section,” Rylee points out.

“Why wasn’t I offered that?” I huff out. “I might have taken that option if I knew it was going to hurt this bad.”

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