Page 28 of Knot Your Baby

With my body relaxing between contractions, I pat my swollen belly. “Listen here, little one. It’s time to evacuate the premises. Your lease is up. Mommy needs her body back. But be gentle. I don’t want stitches.”

Zane chuckles behind me, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“Oh my god, wait until I tell Harlow about this. She’ll never believe a sexy firefighter alpha rescued me and is now purring me through my labor.” I fumble for my phone on the side table. “I need a picture of you. For proof.”

“Now?” His eyebrows shoot up.

“Yes now! Before I look more wrecked and redder faced from pushing this baby out.”

He obliges, leaning in close. His stubble jaw brushes my temple, and I shiver. I snap a quick selfie of me with him. A reminder to me that this happened.

The clock on the wall reads eleven in the morning. Poor guy must be exhausted after fighting fires all night, yet here he is, holding me like I’m his.

The thought makes my heart flutter.

“You must be so tired,” I whisper. “I can tell the hospital you need to go home to sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“Argh!” I grit my teeth. “Not again.” Another contraction builds and I brace myself, gripping his forearms.

His purring intensifies as I pant through the pain.

Less than ten minutes later, the nurse disappears between my legs, checking my progress. “Good! You’re fully dilated, Freya. When I tell you, I need you to give me a big push.”

I look behind me at Zane, panic rising. He squeezes my hand. “You’ve got this. And I’m here for you.”

The nurse beams at Zane. “Would you like to watch your child being born?”

“Oh my god. What?” I hiss.

His face pales.

“All alphas love watching their children come into the world,” she adds.

I grip his hand tighter. “This one doesn’t want to see me down there. I need him here.”

The nurse winks. “Don’t be shy, lovely. I’m sure he’s seen you like this many times before.”

No! He hasn’t!I want to shout out, but I can’t.

My cheeks burn.

I can’t tell her we just met tonight, and he doesn’t need a front row view of my lady parts. Not unless I was wearing something nice, a little sexy. And certainly not when my vagina is stretched enough to take three thick cocks at once.

“Love to.” Zane shuffles off the bed and moves to stand beside the nurse as another contraction builds.

Fuck!

My eyes are focused on his, watching his face as he gets his first (and hopefully last) view of me at ten centimeters dilated.

This is not how I imagined meeting a hot alpha.

“Stop looking at me down there!” I grunt through clenched teeth.

And then he fucking smirks.

But as the contraction hits full force, I need to bear down with everything I’ve got, praying I don’t embarrass myself further by losing control of my other bodily functions.

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