Page 101 of His Sassy Omega
Finn was busy running his hands over my mate’s extended stomach, and I wanted to growl at him. “No time for drugs this time, I’m afraid. These babies mean business.”
“This time?” Quinn wailed. “I’m not doing this shit again! You can fuck right off!”
I grinned, then ducked my head, when Quinn shot me a murderous look. Not the time to tell him I found his temper adorable. Or how absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful he looked, red-faced, with sweat pouring off him.
He gasped, then moaned loudly in the small confines of the elevator, “I need to push!”
“No!” Finn bellowed. “No, you don’t. Not yet.”
This was the longest elevator in history! Were we even moving?
“Fuck you!” Quinn yelled, all his muscles tense. “Ineedto push now, you asshole!”
Finally,finally, the doors opened onto the maternity floor, and Finn and the nurses rushed the gurney into a room. They transferred Quinn to the extra-wide labor bed, one made so an alpha could be next to their mate, and stay with their pups.
Trying to stay out of the way while they stripped my mate and got him into a hospital gown, attached monitors, and took his vitals, I dropped the bag on a loveseat that was in the room.
I grimaced as Finn gloved up, and quickly moved to the head of the bed, sliding on it next to Quinn, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. His hands gripped me hard, as Finn did a quick exam that I tried my best not to think about. It was still super weird for me that my brother was our doctor, and had been up close and personal with my mate and all his bits.
Finn spoke quietly to one of the nurses, and she turned to gather what looked like a long knitting needle.
“What the fuck is that?” Quinn demanded, trying to scoot up in the bed, closer to me.
“I’m going to break your water,” Finn told us calmly.
How the fuck was he so calm, I wondered for the umpteenth time. I was about to lose my shit.
“Not with that you’re not!” Quinn barked.
One of the nurses wiped Quinn’s sweaty forehead with a damp cloth. “You won’t even feel it, Sweetheart.”
“The fuck I –” Quinn broke off in mid-sentence, as I watched the pad they’d placed under him become soaked.
“See,” the nurse – I really needed to get their names, because they were so calm and sweet to my mate – told him, her voice quiet and soothing.
She and the other nurse made quick work of changing out the pad beneath Quinn, and wiping the amniotic fluid off of him. Another minute and the stirrups were on the bed, and his legs were in them. At some point, one of them had even hooked him to an I.V. It was pumping fluids into him, a needle in the arm opposite the side I was on.
This was not happening anything like we’d thought it would, or how any of the books had said it would go, but here we were. I don’t know why I was surprised. These babies were just like their Daddy, doing things however the fuck they felt like it, and at top speed.
“Alright Quinn,” Finn called from down between my mate’s legs, “Next contraction, give me a good push. Your baby is right here, just waiting for a little help from you.”
“I told you I had to push, you dick!” My mate wailed at my brother.
Three pushes later, Finn told us, “The head’s out, stop pushing until I tell you.”
Quinn leaned back into me, and I nuzzled his neck. He was sweaty, anxious, scared, and he’d never smelled better to me.
My mate. My warrior. My love.
“One more push, Quinn, and this little one will be here,” Finn instructed. “You can do this.”
Quinn leaned up, and I supported his back with my weight. I felt his muscles working to push our child out, and I couldn’t even put a name to the emotions that washed over me. He must have felt the baby slip from him because he sagged back against me, exhausted and spent. I kissed his forehead, his damp curls, his cheek. Whatever spot I could reach, I didn’t care.
“Why isn’t he crying?” Quinn whimpered seconds later, and I realized we hadn’t heard the baby make a sound. I glanced to the end of the bed, to my brother’s face.
Finn was staring down at the baby in his arms, a look on his face I’d never seen before, and it terrified me to my bones.
“Finn?” I whispered, my voice harsh in the now quiet room. The only sound the beeping of the monitors hooked to Quinn.
