Page 29 of Knot Your Baby

My life just keeps getting better and better.

“We can see hair!” the nurse announces.

I peek at Zane. His cocky smirk is gone, replaced by a greenish tint, and Ihopehe might faint.

But I lose that thought quickly when another contraction rips through me.

“Push!” the nurse insists.

I push hard, sweat dripping down my temples.

“Wonderful, Freya, we have shoulders. Just one more push...”

My pussy burns, and it feels like I’m swimming in hell.

I scream as I push with everything I have left.

And just when I think I can’t push anymore, a sharp cry pierces the air. My heart stops, and tears sting my eyes.

The sound is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

“Congratulations! You have a beautiful baby boy!” The nurse places a squirming bundle on my chest. My vision blurs as I stare down at his perfect little face. Dark wisps of hair peek out from under the blanket, his tiny pink lips pursed in concentration.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I trace his features with trembling fingers. “Oh. Hi baby,” I whisper. “I’m your mommy.”

Movement catches my eye, and I look up to find Zane beside me, tears tracking down his stubble cheeks. He reaches out, gently stroking the baby’s cheek with one finger.

“We need to weigh and measure him,” the nurse says after only five minutes of holding him. “But first. Alpha, would you remove your shirt? Perfect time for bonding.”

“What?” I blink at her.

“Skin-to-skin contact is essential for bonding with your baby.”

Zane’s throat bobs as he swallows. He doesn’t remove his shirt but opens it wide, letting me see his body and the scars I knew he was hiding. I’m not bothered one bit about those and considering my pussy just took the battering of its life, it still pulses at seeing his muscular chest.

The nurse takes my baby, laying him on Zane’s broad chest. Zane cradles him so carefully, like he’s made of glass.

A whine slips from my mouth at the sight of my tiny son against his muscled torso.

“Have you decided on a name?” the nurse asks, pen poised over the paperwork.

“We’re still thinking about it,” I murmur, unable to take my eyes off them.

She nods and writes “Baby Stone” on the form before stepping out.

“What are we going to do?” I ask softly once we’re alone. “This baby needs an alpha on his birth certificate before they’ll let me take him out of here.”

“My name is already on the form. I added it earlier.”

My mouth opens wide. “You did?”

He smiles.

I bite my lip. “Would...would it be okay if I called him Stone? After you?”

“Give him my surname?” His voice is rough with emotion.

“No, use it for his first name.”

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