Page 51 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

Chapter 26

Ryan

"Ugh, can we wait until after I give birth for the wedding reception? I mean, I know your mom wants us to have the wedding reception before I give birth, but seriously, I am uncomfortable. I'm not going to be standing in line with some big ass belly, swollen ankles and an aching back."

I loved Marcus's mom, I really did. She was so nice, and loved me like I was another son of hers. It made me sad at times, thinking of my mom and how I missed her. But having been around a real mom, I realized that my mom wasn't unconditional with her love or even a very loving or nurturing mother at all, which made me even sadder. What the hell had happened to my parents to make them think it was okay to treat a child like that?

"Honey, we can do whatever we want. If you want the wedding reception held after you give birth, you better tell my mom fast."

Yeah, I know I should've told her when she started this, but she was hell-bent on not having us show up to a wedding reception with the baby. I seriously did not want to go through this so heavily pregnant, though.

"What if I could somehow induce labor and then there would be nothing to do but postpone the wedding reception?" I looked over at Marcus, who didn't know whether I was joking or serious. I honestly wasn't even sure myself. "Never mind. I'm not even sure I'm joking on that one. I just don't want to upset your mom and yet there is no way in hell I'm going to my own wedding reception miserable and uncomfortable because my feet hurt and my back hurts from standing up."

"We can always put you in a wheelchair and-"

I grabbed a pillow off the couch and smacked him in the face with it.

"Don't even go there. I told you to stop the wheelchair comments. I'm not going in a fucking wheelchair at any time. Anywhere." I threw the pillow across the room but it landed a few feet short of the TV. I wasnotbig enough that I needed a wheelchair to get around. At least he was smart enough not to tell me I was waddling again. He thought it was cute and didn't take me seriously when I told him not to tell me I was waddling. Two entire days of me doing nothing but quacking changed his mind.

"I got a heads up from my friend Steve, you know the FBI agent?"

I nodded my head though I was very wary of what he was going to say next.

"They may need to have us come in and testify at a grand jury, and to be available for depositions for your parent's and uncle's attorney."

Fuck. That. God, I thought this was over and it's still dragging on.

"What the hell! Can they not leave us alone? It's been months now."

"Things move slowly, especially when the government is involved."

I was done. I pushed myself up and off the couch, trying not to look at Marcus because I had to contort myself in a weird position to get up off the couch. I waddled down to our bathroom. I was going to take a nice, hot bath and relax, though I would have to call Marcus to help get me out of the tub.

I filled the tub up with hot water and poured in Japanese bath salts that smelled like peaches. I climbed in the tub and leaned back, sighing. It felt so damn good. Right now, this was better than sex. Now if only I had someone to massage my shoulders and upper back while I was sitting in the tub, that would just be heaven.

My back had really been hurting lately. Stupid alphas have no idea what we go through to give birth. Seriously, this last month has been absolutely hell with heartburn, my ankles hurting and then disappearing, and the back pain. Not to mention, I couldn't even see my feet. I'm pretty sure they were still there though, because I was walking, but hardly. I could barely even pee anymore, having to wrap my arm under this gigantic belly.

I gave another deep sigh. I think I'll just rest in here for a while.

After a while, the jets in the tub weren't even making my back feel better. God, what the hell was that kid doing? Kicking straight up my spine? I'd love to bend forward and stretch out my back, but I had a gigantic beach ball stuck to the front of me. Oh, when was I going to give birth? I was so tired of this.

Fuck, I was in pain. I tried to move around in the tub, but no position felt any better. My back was killing me, as if it was going to split apart. I swear the vertebrae in my lower back were breaking apart. It hurt so bad.

I leaned back, checking that I had actually turned the hot water on, but everything looked right. Why the hell wasn't it helping my pain? Another wave of pain hit me and I groaned. God, I wonder if this kid had actually broken my pelvis or something?

Marcus ran into the room. "Are you okay? I heard you groaning from the bedroom." I shook my head. I really wasn't okay. There was seriously something wrong with my back.

"No. This back pain- I can't even deal with it anymore it hurts so bad. I feel like my pelvis or my back or something is splitting. Oh my God, I hurt so damn bad." I lowered my head, just trying to give any kind of relief to my back. No position was helping.

Marcus walked behind me, rubbing my shoulders and back. That felt terrific, but my back still hurt like it was splitting apart. What the hell was going on? I groaned again as another wave of pain hit me. "I don't know what the hell's going on but maybe you should take me somewhere. Waves of pain just keep hitting my back." I was going to start bawling if we couldn't get this pain stopped anytime soon.

Marcus stopped kneading my shoulders. "Wait a second. What did you say? Did you say waves of pain?"

I nodded."You should probably take me somewhere before my pubic bone actually does break. I swear there is something wrong."

Marcus turned the jets off. "What are you doing? That's the only thing that was helping!"

"Honey," he leaned over the tub with one hand on my arm, "I think you might actually be in labor. How long has this back pain been going on?"

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