Page 12 of Unexpected Delivery

“For the baby?” I ask, my hand flying to my chest.

Nana Morris has rubbed off on me, and I quickly pull the appendage down.

“No, you fucking idiot, for the placenta.” He sighs. “Also garbage bags. Do we have twine? I need a string I can tie the cord off with. Something thin that won’t snap. This is one of the most important parts of the entire process.”

“We have twine in the drawers in the laundry room. I think it’s in the one closest to the garage door.”

“Grab it and scissors—wash those. They need to be sanitary.” He stomps over to the sink and begins scrubbing all the way up to his elbows.

Oh, shit.

He’s not about to be that deep in her pussy…right?

“Shut the stove off, grab the string, and find more towels. By the time she delivers, the water will be cold.” Hayes frowns, shaking his head. “No update from dispatch?”

“Does 911 do callbacks?”

“Just go,” he growls. “Your face is annoying me.”

“My face is your face.” I remind him, winking and running to snag the things he asked for.

My entire body sways as I stand over Hayes’s shoulder. He threatened to cut my balls off if I disappear again, so I guess I’m backup assistance for the time being.

I’m not sure how he handled the blood and gore he was exposed to in the military. This can’t be anywhere close to the level of trauma he’s seen, and it’s still making me woozy.

Morris helps Arbor keep her thighs up to her chest during each contraction, but she stretches them out in between.

“Another,” she groans, and Morris reaches around to help support her legs.

“Baby is crowning.” Hayes holds his hand up, and I drop a clean dish rag on his palm. “Only a few more pushes, and you’ll be able to hold your baby.”

The exhausted little omega struggles through the contraction, staying mostly quiet. It’s a lot of grunting and groaning, but no full-blown screams. There were a few wails earlier when she was rambling that the baby’s head felt like it was ringed in knives, but hopefully we’re past that part because my nerves aredecimated.

“It’s over,” Arbor says, lowering her legs until her feet are flat on the cushion.

Morris moves to support her with an arm just under her breasts. He runs his free hand over her forehead, and it’s a rather sweet moment. They look a lot more intimate than they really are, that’s for sure, but I’ve known Morris for three years. He gets attached to people easily. There’s no way he’s going to just drop the omega and her newborn off at the hospital.

She has no working vehicle.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, there’s no wayIwould be able to just drop her off and wish her luck.

Tugging my phone out, I step to the side and snap a picture of the way he cradles her to his chest. Twisting a little, I take a picture of Hayes as he stares up at Arbor. The sheet blocks anything too revealing, which is good because I’ve done my bestnotto check out what’s going on down there.

At least not in the danger zone.

I’m fine watching her toes bend as her calves tighten, but I know where I’m purposely not looking.

That feels like a whole lot ofnot my business.

“Legs up,” Morris says tenderly as he pats the sides of her hips over the sheet.

She lifts them, but they fall as she sobs. “I can’t…”

I move to assist. “It’s okay, we can help.”

Morris takes over holding her thighs, while Arbor gasps and shakes, wiggling around like she’s desperate to find some relief.

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