Page 103 of His Sassy Omega
Quinn and our other baby.
So much blood, in a minute of time.
My knees wobbled, and I almost sank to the ground. Instead, I landed in the padded rocking chair that was in the room. Chelsea, now finished with our daughter, came over with our clean, wrapped baby and handed her to me.
I cradled her in my arms, staring down at her in wonder.
What if I lost him? Lost them?
Never had it entered my mind that I could lose Quinn. Not like this. Not this way. Not since that one terrifying scare, we’d had early on.
The baby blinked at me with her big blue eyes. Her face a tiny female replica of mine, topped with Quinn’s wild hair. I felt the tears leaking from my eyes, and I made no move to stop them.
What if I never saw his face again? Heard his sassy mouth? Held him in my arms? Kissed his lips?
“Does she have a name, Alpha?” Chelsea asked me quietly. She was cleaning up the mess of the room, efficiently and quietly. I knew from our hospital tour, in most cases, you labored, delivered, and stayed in the same room. They were lovely rooms, suites really, with private baths. I didn’t know if I’d be able to stay in this room, without having nightmares.
“What?” I croaked, swallowing hard. I couldn’t think, my brain overrun with all the devastating possibilities of what could be happening with Quinn.
“The baby’s name?” she repeated gently.
I looked at my daughter. We’d – I’d – been so convinced we would have two boys, two alpha boys, we hadn’t even picked any girl names.
“No,” I whispered. “My family, we haven’t had any girls in over four hundred years. She’s the first.”
She smiled softly at me. “I imagine she’ll be spoiled rotten then, now, won’t she?”
I managed a soft smile, looking down at her tiny, beautiful face. “I’m going to have to hire bodyguards.”
Chelsea looked down at the baby. “She is a beauty already. What names did you have picked out?”
I knew what she was doing. She was making small, idle talk, to take my mind off what was happening, somewhere in this vast hospital, to my mate and other child. Bless her for it. I’m sure she had other things she could be doing, besides making sure I didn’t go quietly out of my mind and tear the hospital apart.
“Um…Rory Quinn and Patrick Lachlan,” I told her. “Quinn wasn’t thrilled with me picking our names for their middle names. But I let him pick their first names, so it was a compromise.”
I didn’t know why I told her that, other than she was easy to talk to and I needed to talk. It was that, or I would start pulling my hair out and throwing things across the room.
“Good strong names.” She smiled, tapping a finger against her lips. “Just a thought, but Rory can be a boy or girl name, as can Quinn.”
I looked at her, then down at my daughter, who was now sleeping peacefully in my arms.
Rory. She’d been Rory from the time we’d picked their names.
I would call them by their names when I rubbed Quinn’s belly, or they were kicking up a storm, not letting him sleep. It tickled him that I refused to call them by their nicknames, unless other people were around. We’d refused to divulge any of the names we’d picked out until we’d had the babies.
I knew Quinn would love it. He’d picked the name Rory first, and without hesitation.
“What do you think, little one?” I whispered to her. “You’ve been Rory from the time your Daddy picked it. I think it fits you.”
I was feeding Rory a bottle when Finn strode through the door of our hospital room, what felt like hours later. He looked haggard and exhausted. I’m sure I looked worse.
He held up a hand before I could get any words out of my mouth. “He’s fine. They’re both fine. He’s in recovery.”
I gasped in a deep breath, feeling like I could breathe for the first time since they’d rushed Quinn from the room.
Finn sank down on the loveseat, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at Rory in my arms, sucking on her bottle. I had no clue how long he’d been awake at this point, but he looked ready to collapse and sleep for a week.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder, staring at the baby in my arms. “I can’t believe she’s a girl. Mom is going to be out of control.”
