Page 87 of Omega's Vengeance

Alessio flicks his gaze to hers. He hesitates, but then he puts his feet in the stirrups. Another contraction rolls through him and he cries out, but he keeps his feet in the stirrups. He arches his back, squeezing my hand so tight it actually hurts. But compared to what he’s going through, I can handle a few bruised fingers.

I’m in awe of how calm Dr. Martin is. For all my pretending to be in control of my emotions, I’m actually freaking out inside. Dr. Martin gives Alessio calm concise instructions. She tells him when to push, and he obeys. The veins stick out on his face and throat as he strains to push the baby out. When she tells him to stop he stops, breathing hard. His face is flushed red, and tears stream down the sides of his face. My heart is breaking watching him in pain. If I could take the pain from him, and suffer it instead, I would.

After ten minutes of Alessio grunting and pushing, there’s the cry of a baby. Dr. Martin holds up a squirming little infant. She suctions out the baby’s mouth, and the child cries louder. Alessio starts crying too, covering his face.

I lean down and kiss his head gently, and he lowers his hands. “You did it,” I say, my voice thick with tears. “You did it, Alessio. I love you so much.”

Alessio lifts his head, and stares between his legs at Dr. Martin. When his eyes land on the squirming child, he gives a tired smile. “What is it? Girl or a boy?”

“Not sure.” I didn’t even think to ask. I was so consumed by Alessio, I didn’t even think to ask what the sex of the child was.

Dr. Martin says, “You have a son.”

Alessio groans. “Oh thank God. Maybe then I won’t ever have to go through this again.”

I laughed gruffly, and kiss him again. “You did so well.”

“I did not. I lost my shit.” He wipes at his face. “Do we get to hold the baby?”

The nurse smiles. “Of course. Just as soon as your alpha cuts the umbilical cord.”

I moved down to the end of the bed where the child is. My heart softens immediately when I see our son. He has a tuft of blond hair, the color of Alessio’s. I’m so relieved he seems to be taking after Alessio’s looks. He’s adorable too. Even though he’s covered in whatever it is babies are covered in when they’re born, he’s still adorable.

The nurse hands me a pair of surgical scissors. There are two clamps on the umbilical cord, and she instructs me to cut between them. It’s a lot harder to cut through the umbilical cord then I thought. But eventually, I succeed. They whisk the whimpering baby away.

I returned to Alessio. “He’s cute. He looks like you.”

“Really?” Alessio laughs.

The nurse brings the baby over swaddled in a blanket. Alessio takes the baby from the nurse, an expression of awe on his face. The baby coos and wiggles as we stare down at him. He’s probably the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I instantly love him. It’s the strangest sensation. I just met the little tyke, but I adore him.

“He has my hair but he has your eyes, Dario,” whispers Alessio. “They’re a beautiful brown like yours.”

I frown. “I wish he had your eyes.”

“I don’t.” Alessio smiles up at me. “I love that he’s a mixture of both of us.”

The baby starts to fuss, and Alessio looks nervous. “What does he want?”

The nurse smiles. “He probably wants to feed.” She comes closer. “You’re leaking, so it looks like your milk came in.”

He glances down to find there is indeed liquid dripping from his nipples. “What the hell?” he squeaks.

The nurse laughs. “It happens when you hear the baby crying. It’s natural.” She helps Alessio position the baby near one of his nipples. “Now, when he latches on, it might hurt at first. But your nipples will toughen up.”

“Oh, God,” Alessio whimpers. Then the baby opens it’s little mouth and begins to suckle his nipple and Alessio bugs his eyes. “Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Slow down you little pig.”

I grin, glad I’m not the one who has to feed our son. “You omegas really do get the bad end of the deal.”

“It’s not fair,” grumbles Alessio. “Why does everything with having a baby have to hurt so much? Whose idea was it that the omega had to do all the work?”

The nurse smiles and meets my gaze. “Don’t worry. All omegas complain about this stuff. It is pretty unfair. They have the right to complain.”

“I agree,” I murmur.

Dr. Martin comes over, looking tired. She smiles down at the baby. “This little guy couldn’t wait to get here, I guess. He’s two weeks early.”

“I guess I’m glad it’s over with.” Alessio grimaces, but when he glances down at the feeding baby, his expression softens. “How can he be so cute?”

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