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Snuffling, as if she knew her name or recognized my voice, she wiggled closer to my chest. From this angle, I couldn’t get a good look at anything but her dark hair, and the line of her back and little butt. She was covered in blood and goo and slime, and my shirt was going to be as ruined as Becks’, but I didn’t care. Even without seeing her face, I knew she was the most beautiful baby on earth. Not that I was biased or anything.
“It’s a beautiful name,” he whispered, then cleared his throat. “I guess I should ask what your name is.”
That night hadn’t been about names. It had been about an anonymous hook up for him, and losing my virginity for me. It had been about exploring a side of myself I’d long wanted to explore. Names had not been wanted or needed. That was part of the appeal of the Taboo app.
Even when the pregnancy test had turned positive, I’d been fine not knowing his name. This baby was mine, and anything beyond that wasn’t anyone’s business. Including the anonymous alpha who had knocked me up.
“Wyatt,” I said as the sound of the ambulance sirens stopped, replaced by the sounds of slamming doors and pounding feet running towards us. “My name is Wyatt. Wyatt Cooper.”
“We can take it from here, Becks. Ah, didn’t make it here quite in time, did we?” The paramedic nudged him out of the way, and then he was gone from my sight.
Some things never changed. He’d vanished that night too. Leaving me to wake up alone, with nothing to remember himby except a scribbled note, some love bites, a well-spanked ass, and a sore, stretched out hole.
And well, a baby.
Chapter Eight
Wyatt
“Do you have someone who can help you when you get home?”
Dr. Finn Sinclair looked at me sternly from the chair he was occupying next to my hospital bed. It had been a few hours since I’d given birth, and I was now snuggly situated in my hospital room. Cleaned up, stitched, and some lovely pain relief administered.
Having Julianna had caused a bit of tearing that I really didn’t want to think too hard about. The throbbing of my backside was kept at bay by the lovely drugs that were in the IV line in the back of my hand. Along with some antibiotics. Seemed giving birth in the back of a car, in the middle of aconstruction zone, came with the possibility of picking up germs you didn’t want.
“It’s just me.” Leaning back against the pillow, I tried to decipher if the doctor was judging me for being a single omega, though I hadn’t sensed any judgement from him at our first appointment. “I was supposed to start work at the daycare on Monday. I left movers at my house this morning. I didn’t plan on having her yet.”
We hadn’t really discussed much personal stuff the other day at my appointment with him. He’d come highly recommended and usually had a wait list, or at least he did according to the nice receptionist who had answered his clinic phone when I had called. Since my pregnancy had been so advanced, she’d kindly given me a list of available doctors who were taking new patients.
I had called a couple of them when I’d been in town looking for houses and finalizing the sale of the business, and even met with two of them, but I didn’t feel comfortable with either of them. There wasn’t any particular thing wrong with either of them, just a general feeling that they weren’t right for me.
Realizing I was quickly running out of time to find a doctor, I had mentioned to Rose–just call me Miss Rose, sweetheart–the omega whose daycare business I had purchased, that I was having trouble finding a new OB/GYN in town. She’d immediately made a call, talking rapidly to someone. She must have been some kind of fairy Godmother, if you believed in those things–which I did not–because shortly after I had gotten a call that Dr. Sinclair magically had an available time slot for a new patient and would I like it. I hadn’t asked too many questions about what had occurred to cause this, and had gladly taken the appointment.
Since I was of above average intelligence, I could onlyconclude that Miss Rose had somehow had a hand in the doctor’s sudden availability.
Miss Rose was a lovely older omega, who I had liked instantly. She was ready to retire from running her daycare business and teach crochet and knitting at the local craft store. She was a tough old bird with a spine of steel, and I would think twice about crossing her. She clearly had some pull in the town of Sweet Alps. But she also exuded warmth, and gave out hugs like they were candy, something it had taken me a bit of time to get used to. She was like a grandmother who you knew baked the best cookies on the block, but also the one you didn’t want to cross.
I immediately liked Dr. Sinclair when we had met, even if he did have a very frowny face. Oh, it was a good-looking face to be sure, but he was very serious looking. He had pretty blue eyes though, dark hair, and a gentle bedside manner. When my appointment had ended, he had finally smiled. And holy hell, his smile had completely transformed his face into one of warmth and…yeah, the man was sexy as sin, there was no getting around that. I just tried not to think about him that way since he was the doctor who was going to be delivering my baby.
The doctor frowned, his face growing more severe at my answers, little lines appearing in the middle of his forehead. “I’ve gotten your blood work back and received your records from your previous doctor. You’re extremely anemic.”
He wasn’t exactly telling me anything I didn’t already know. My last doctor had mentioned it at the start of my pregnancy, but hadn’t seemed all that concerned. Just something likely caused by the pregnancy that would go back to normal when I delivered the baby.
“But is Julianna healthy?” I demanded, not concerned aboutmy health. I’d been in this hospital for hours, and had yet to see my newborn, and I was getting agitated. The need to scent her was almost overpowering, and my giraffe was unhappy with the whole situation. I hadn’t been able to properly hold her, scent her, in the ambulance. The paramedics had been taking care of us both, and once at the hospital, she had been hurried away from me, both of us needing looking after.
If for one minute I thought I could actually climb out of the bed I’d do it, and start combing the halls until I found her. But even I knew that was a bad idea. The shaking in my legs hadn’t stopped completely. Being stitched up, and just the entire giving birth thing, had zapped me of all my energy. Standing up would probably result in me falling right back down, and that just seemed like a generally bad idea. Especially with those stitches Dr. Sinclair had put in.
Dr. Sinclair raised a sharp brow at me. “Juliannaishealthy. Dr. Asher Pierce, the pediatrician on call, had looked her over. She doesn’t appear to be in any distress and is a healthy birth weight and passed all her newborn tests with flying colors. She’s on the large side for a month early, which might be why you went into labor now. I’m not sure you would have been able to deliver her naturally in another month.” Biting my lip, I decided to keep the furniture moving I had done that morning to myself. “But she’snotmy patient, at least not any longer. You are, though. I’m keeping you overnight, and we’ll discuss options in the morning for some help for you when you’re released. I’ll make some calls and get Bennett working on it.”
Calls? What calls? Who was he going to call? And who was Bennett? I literally knew no one in this town except Miss Rose. And Dr. Sinclair, of course.
For the last week I had been staying in a hotel in Sweet Alps,getting the house cleaned while waiting for the moving truck to arrive with my entire life in it. I had this day meticulously planned. How long it would take the movers to unload everything, exactly where I would have them place my furniture. A weekend to unpack my boxes. Monday I would meet my new employees and go over last minute details with Miss Rose. A month to get the nursery put together and my boxes unpacked, before I went on paternity leave. I would take two weeks off and then pack up the baby and go back to work, for a few hours each day. I could work on all the admin things, payroll, paperwork, nothing strenuous.
That had been my plan, but nothing had gone as planned. I didn’t do well when things went sideways. The thought of having someone come to my house to stay with me–someone I didn’t know–made my heart pound and anxiety tighten my chest.
“We’ll be fine on our own,” I assured him, because we would. I’d gone to college when I was twelve for Goddess sakes, with nothing more than a goodbye from my parents, and a hired chaperone that had virtually disappeared my first week of classes. I could handle taking my child home and taking care of her. I was used to relying on myself. Besides I had read practically every book written about pregnancy, infants, and what to expect.
He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair, the overhead light glinting off the silver wedding ring on his left hand. Miss Rose had mentioned that he brought his kids to Little Cubs, so his omega must work outside the home also.
