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Love flooded the bond, until I couldn’t tell who was feeling what. We loved Poppy as one family unit.

Dr. Lim brought my baby around to place her directly onto my bare skin, nodding at the anesthetist who released my arms so I could put them around her.

I looked down at her, openly crying. My perfect little girl. She was red and making a little snuffling wailing sound, but she was amazing. The feeling of having her skin-to-skin on me, to know that she was actually here with us after all this time, was indescribable.

“Look at our daughter.” I sniffled. I could sense my pack gathering around me and feel the awe and wonder that they were experiencing.

“I’ve cut the cord and I’m going to deliver the placenta before I close you up now.” Dr. Lim looked back up the operating table at me and my pack. “You’ll feel some pressure.”

“Take her,” I shifted Poppy in my arms. I still felt woozy and lightheaded, and I was suddenly scared I would drop her.

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Colton stepped forward and took Poppy, then sat down in a chair where I could still see her. I watched as a midwife told him how to hold Poppy to his bare chest, helping him surround her with a warm blanket, and then I drifted again. Dr. Lim finished up, and then I had my baby in my arms again and they wheeled us back to the post-op room.

Midwives moved around us, making sure both my vitals and Poppy’s were fine. My pack took turns snuggling next to us.

Her vitals were great, and we drifted off into sleep. I was sore and tired, but my darling baby girl was in my arms, my loving pack around me.

We were moved to the delivery room where we’d stay for at least a couple of days. I settled into bed, the entire lower half of my body achy and sore.

Poppy’s thin wail woke me up.

“I got her,” Halos whispered, rolling out of the hospital bed. Poppy had her own little bassinet on wheels next to us. Halos carefully picked her up the way the midwives had shown us in the post-op room. He brought her over to me, and I opened the hospital gown. My breast milk hadn’t come in yet, but I had been told to nurse her anyway because there would be an early form of breast milk called colostrum that she would sustain herself on.

After a few tries, we got Poppy latched onto my nipple.

Dante sighed as he leaned over the bed, helping support her. “She’s perfect.”

I looked at my alpha. He was tired, bags under his eyes, and his normally amazing hair was hopelessly rumpled.

I loved him. I kissed his cheek. “She is.”

“Her momma is pretty perfect too.”

I laughed. “That’s pushing it.”

“You are.” Halos rubbed his chin on my shoulder. “You’re the perfect omega for us.”

I stared down at my daughter, surrounded by the love of my pack.

“So, I was thinking,” Quinn said, “about where we want to go when it’s safe for Poppy to travel.”

“Travel?” I sighed, finding it hard to focus on the topic when it felt like Poppy was yanking on my nipple, and there was a weird tingling sensation in my boobs. This was apparently the milk production getting ready to let down.

“Somewhere tropical.” Colton mused. “Warm sandy beaches.”

“Fine,” I said, my thoughts coming online. “But not until she’s four months or so.”

The thought of a tropical island paradise and my baby was a nice dream.

“And we’re going to make a diaper duty schedule,” I said, staring at Poppy. She was so small, so adorable.

“Of course, darlin’.” Colton winked, getting the changing table ready. “You were a smart omega to pick such a good pack.”

Warmth filled me, my instincts satisfied on a base level. I had my pack, my baby, and we were safe.

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