Page 52 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

There is no possible way I was in labor.

"Several weeks now. Haven't you heard me bitching about my back enough?"

Marcus smiled. How dare he fucking smile when I'm in pain?

"No, I mean these waves of pain."

I glared at him but he was still smiling.

"It's not something to fucking smile about. I'm in pain and I'm dying. As a matter of fact, my bones are probably breaking or splitting apart from this monster child you impregnated me with, you fucking asshole."

Marcus's eyes widened. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"How about I get Bill to take us to the hospital and they can check out your back, okay?"

That's more like it.

Marcus helped me out of the tub, which was a little tough because I had to stop and bend over due to the back pain as another wave of pain went through me. I actually screamed with that one, even though I had been trying not to. I didn't want to seem like a wimpy whiner in front of Marcus, but it really felt like my bones were breaking.

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Marcus

I had never heard anything like that out of Ryan's mouth before. They weren't kidding when they said omega's got crabby when they were in labor. I helped him out of the tub and held onto him as I walked him to the bed. I helped him lay down on his side, quickly dried him off, dressed him in sweatpants and a T-shirt, and called Bill. I wished I had a wheelchair, even though Ryan would kick up a massive fit. I swear he was in labor even though he said it was all in his back. Fuck, I hope nothing was wrong with him. Shit, are the kidneys in the back? Now I was really scared.

I could barely walk Ryan down the hallway to the living room. I set him on the couch and called downstairs for the doorman to bring up a wheelchair. I didn't care what Ryan said, it was too dangerous for him to keep trying to walk like this. I helped Ryan up and sat him in the wheelchair. When he didn't even complain I realized we were in deep shit. If his pain was that bad, I hoped like hell he didn't have a bad kidney infection that we had missed. I was terrified. Should I call an ambulance? Could Bill get us to a hospital fast enough? Should we call the OB/GYN just on the off chance that this was labor?

I gave Bill a heads up on what was going on so that when we came to the front door he helped Ryan get in the back of the car. I ran around and got in the other side of the car next to Ryan. "Take us to the hospital. Either his back and pelvis are breaking apart or he's in labor. I've never heard of labor being all back pain, so I'm really worried."

Bill carefully pulled out onto the street. "My sister had nothing but back labor for her kids. She didn't have any of the stuff the other omegas had, like contractions around the front. It was just all the lower back. She was complaining that her bones were splitting apart too."

Oh my God. Ryan could be in labor. I didn't even call my mom! I wasn't even ready for this. I didn't even grab the bag! I was the worst alpha ever.

"I didn't think that this was labor at all. I don't even have our bag!" Bill looked at me in the rearview mirror.

"Don't worry. You'll have enough time. I can come back here, pick it up and bring it to the hospital."

"Bill, you're a fucking lifesaver."

Ryan groaned, then screamed, squeezing my thigh so hard that I thought he was actually going to break his fingers. "Ryan, practice your breathing. The slow and quick breathing, okay?"

Ryan's hand reached out so fast, grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled my face to his that I had no time to even react. "Don't fucking tell me how to breathe."

Holy shit. This was like a Jekyll and Hyde situation. I swear Ryan's eyes glowed red, or maybe that was the glow from the stoplight we were under. Either way, he scared the shit out of me. He didn't let go of the collar of my shirt, either, until we pulled up at the hospital and Bill worked his hand loose so they could get him in the hospital's wheelchair. I never ever would've expected this from my mild-mannered Ryan. Then again, I've never gone through labor.

Ryan tried to fight the nurses getting him in the wheelchair. He sure as hell did not want to go in the hospital in a wheelchair. I didn't know what his deal was about wheelchairs but that boy seriously needed a wheelchair. He was now bending forward, doing his labor breathing every minute.

"We need to get him upstairs into OB as soon as possible. Who's your doctor again?" I couldn't even remember the doctor's name. All that information was in the bag that I had completely forgotten to bring. I was the worst fucking alpha ever.

"It's Dr. Spartz." Ryan groaned through another wave of pain.

Yeah that's right. Dr. Spartz.

"Don't worry, he's already up on the OB/GYN floor. We'll get you up as soon as possible. Just hold on."

I followed the group and rode up on the elevator with them. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if this really was labor or if they should check for kidney disease.

"Do you think that we should take him to the E.R. instead? What if this isn't labor but a kidney problem?" The nurse turned to me with smile and patted my arm.

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