Page 25 of Dancing for His Omega

“I should, but I don’t want to. No, wait, yes, I want to. Shower then…oh, we have to call Quinn.”

My cell was already ringing as I walked Micah to the shower. He washed up quickly, and Quinn said he’d be right over.

“He is on his way. In the meantime, I need to get set up.” We’d decided on a birthing tub for our home birth. When Quinn walked in, the tub was filled with warm water and my omega was pacing the floor. He was trying hard to keep his noises of pain to a minimum, even though I’d encouraged him to scream. A baby was about to come out of him. I’d be yelling at the top of my lungs if I were him.

“How are we progressing?” Quinn walked to the sink to wash his hands.

“The contractions are…” I checked my watch and, for the first time, Micah cried out and braced his hands on the back of the couch. “They are now two minutes apart.”

“Micah, I’d like you to get undressed so I can check your dilation.”

I helped Micah out of his pants and onto the floor where I’d set up a plush pad next to the tub. I held his hand as he lay on his back and Quinn put on a pair of gloves to examine him.

“Is everything okay?” Micah asked after a few seconds.

“Yes. You’re almost fully dilated. It’s going to be any minute now.”

Micah lost all the color in his face.

“Sweetheart, you’re okay. Your animal knows what to do. You can do this.”

“I can?” he asked.

I leaned down to kiss him and put my hand over his belly. “You absolutely can. You’re the strongest omega I know. You saved me.”

“Okay.” He laughed. “But only because you said so.”

After that, everything was a blur. Micah walked some more which brought on more contractions. His silent pain endurance faded away, and soon he was grunting, groaning, and cursing at every strike of discomfort.

Which was absolutely normal and fine, and with the baby coming soon, I helped him into the tub.

Quinn leaned over the edge to check things and locked eyes with Micah. “It’s pushing time. Let’s meet your baby.”

I watched in rapture as my mate and the man who owned my heart pushed, strained, and contorted his body, pushing our baby into the world. His warrior cries filled our house, and I’d never been prouder to be his mate.

“There’s the head. One or two big pushes. Everything you’ve got,” Quinn coached him with rock-solid calm.

My omega stared at me. For a split second, I saw his fear. I had to do something. Say something. “Micah, you have this. One or two more and we meet our son or daughter. They’re ready to come into this world. You can do this. You are the most capable man I know. Hold my hands. Squeeze as hard as you have to.”

“I can do this,” he whispered.

“Yes. You can.”

And he did. Two more pushes, and our son was born with a full head of wavy hair and Micah’s bright eyes. I stayed with Micah as Quinn cleaned the baby up, counting all the fingers and toes. In seconds, our son was placed on Micah’s chest.

All crying ceased. He was at home there, skin to skin with his daddy.

“He’s beautiful,” Micah said. Tears of joy ran down his face and mine. Even Quinn’s.

“He is. What are you going to name him?” I asked.

“Avery, I think. You liked that name, didn’t you?”

“I do. He looks like an Avery.”

I took our son while Quinn helped Micah deliver the afterbirth and get out of the tub. I wrapped Avery up, and Quinn settled my omega in the bed. He was beyond exhausted but trying to stay awake for the baby.

“It’s okay. Rest, my love. I’ve got him. You couldn’t have done a better job.”

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