Page 17 of Unexpected Delivery

Hayes shakes his head. “I have no idea, but I think it’s only free at the OPA, like for care done there on site. I doubt they give all omegas free health insurance.”

“Damn,” I whisper, grimacing. “Then she’s going to have all those baby appointments.”

“Yeah,” he growls, shoving himself out of the chair and beginning to pace the waiting room. His hands fly up, and he runs them through his curls over and over again. “What are we going to do?”

Hell if I know.

He’s the planner.

Hayes knew he wanted to go into the military from the time we hit middle school. Back then, I still thought I was going to be a rock star, but he knew his life plan, and he followed through.

While he was doing his thing, I was doing mine. I went to school to be a mechanic and realized I’m actually really good at fixing shit. Sure, I ended up dropping out, but that’s because I got an apprenticeship with one of the old timers in Baltimore who taught me everything he knew.

As it turns out, I’m even better when I can build a bike from the ground up. And bikers pay a fucking premium to have it done the right way.

Morris and I have insurance through the shop.

If I were to get someone pregnant…

Dammit.

I should have paid more attention to the rules of how all that works, but I doubt I could add Arbor on to my plan unless we got married. Even then, it would take a while to kick in, so this hospital stay is going to be out of pocket. Still, I’m pretty sure I can add the baby to my plan as long as I claim I’m her father.

Leaning forward in my seat, I pull out my wallet.

What’s the worst they can do?

Say no?

It wouldn’t much matter anyway. Arbor is already in a shitty situation. No woman would choose to go to the hospital to give birth alone if she had any other option.

Plus, if she does have insurance, I’m sure she can just call and swap it out.

What I really want to do is get back there to check how she and the baby are doing.

Chapter Seven

Morris

My nerves are shot by the time we make it up to the labor and delivery floor. They did a ton of tests on Arbor and the baby, as well as stitching up Arbor’s tear. The baby needs a name, but Arbor is so out of it by the time they get her to a private room that it’s clear the pain meds have kicked in.

“The baby team is going to bring her over to the nursery, but we need to get the three of you banded first.” The nurse waves a hand, and Hayes and Hael come in. She steps over to Arbor, grabbing her wrist to check the bracelet they put on her. “Sorry, Mom. I need you to wake up for me. Tell me who these guys are, and if you want to give consent for them to be here.”

Arbor’s head rolls around, and she points. “Morris, Hayes, and Hael. And yes.”

“Good enough for me,” the nurse says cheerily. She has no idea the hell we’ve been through tonight.

Arbor held the baby on the trip over while one of the EMTs massaged her uterus to help it contract. The wails she released will haunt me to my dying day, but they swore it was necessary. It was a battle not to knock the shit out of the guy, and I only barely managed to contain myself.

The nurse proceeds to give us all two bracelets—one matching Arbor’s hospital band and another that’s some type of baby protection system.

I don’t know.

I’m only half listening.

The baby is asleep in the baby cart, but I don’t like the idea of her being out of my sight to go to the nursery. Then again, the thought of leaving Arbor when she’s so exhausted doesn’t work for me either.

“Okay, baby is heading to the nursery,” the other nurse says. “Who is coming with me?”

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