Page 26 of Such a Delicious Omega

More cleaning.

More nesting.

My appetite had decreased the last few days, and now I knew why. I was close to having this baby.

So, my mate and I walked. Up the stairs. Down the stairs. Into each room. Admiring the nursery. Checking supplies just in case we needed to go to the hospital.

Made the rounds again and again until morning turned to afternoon. Samuel stayed with me the entire time.

“I need a favor,” I blurted, once we were back in our bedroom.

“Anything, Echo.”

“I want sushi and a frappe-sugary-cinno with so much caramel on it, it will make my teeth hurt when this is done.”

Samuel bent over laughing. I watched him, happy I could make him laugh when the first contraction hit.

It hit me hard, dead center in my spine and twisted like a wrench inside me.

“Oh, Goddess!” I cried out.

“What? Contractions?” he asked.

“A big one. A…”

My wolf spoke louder through our connection.Pup. Pup. Pup. It’s coming.

“I felt that. Your wolf reached out to mine, omega. Our babe is coming. Now.”

“Call Jabez. Please. Help me to the bathtub.”

While Samuel ran the water in our huge tub, my water broke, but I gave zero cares because soon after, a worse contraction hit. I could feel my channel widen with each one.

“I’m here!” the healer called out and I could hear him bounding up the stairs. Once he was upstairs, he came into the bathroom. “Samuel, let’s get him into the tub.”

I zoned out somewhere in there while my wolf took over. I was helped into the tub and soon after, I felt the babe begin to emerge from inside me. The pain was excruciating, but my wolf sent calming waves to me.

“There’s the head. One big push, Echo. Let’s get this head out.”

I clamped down on the edges of the tub and pushed with all my might. The head of our babe came out. I couldn’t see it but I could feel it.

“Samuel?” I cried out as a bolt of fear shot through me.

“It’s okay. You’re doing incredible. You’re so damned strong, and I’m right here.”

His words gave me the strength to push two more times.

And then our son was born.

His cries might’ve been the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard besides my mate’s voice.

“What should we name him?” Samuel asked after our son had been cleaned up and I had as well. We were tucked into our bed when Jabez bid us good night and our babe was suckling at my chest.

“What was your grandfather’s name?” I asked my mate.

“Lane William.”

“I like that. Do you?”

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