Page 93 of His Sassy Omega
“Oh my Goddess, are you gloating? You are, you bastard.”
“Let’s see you guys do that when you start having kids.” I wanted to tack on a triple dog dare you, but I restrained myself.
Finn put his pen in his pocket. “Who are you, and what have you done with my uptight brother?”
I quirked a brow at him. “I’m not the uptight brother, you are. Everyone knows this.”
Before we could get into the age-old argument of am not, are too, Quinn’s cranky, tired voice finished the argument for us. “You’re both fucking uptight. Pregnant person trying to sleep here. Growing babies here. Take it outside, and fuck right off.”
Finn and I raised our brows at each other, and he motioned his head towards the door. I followed him into the bright hallway. “Come on. I know where the good coffee is, and we can go over instructions for Quinn’s release. He’s really going to be cranky when he finds out everything he can’t do.”
“Can’t wait.”
I carried Quinn into the house, thankful to feel the weight of him in my arms. He was quiet, his head resting against my shoulder, and he didn’t fuss about me carrying him. For once.
It was just after five in the morning. We’d spent the last eight-plus hours at the hospital. First in the emergency department, and then upstairs in Labor and Delivery. That had almost terrified me more than when I’d seen Quinn and the sheets covered in blood.
No one would tell us why they were moving him from the emergency room up to Labor and Delivery, or if he was losing the babies. They’d placed him in a bed, elevated his legs, strapped a banded monitor around his slightly swollen belly, and started running test after test. And we’d waited.
He wasn’t contracting, which Finn assured me was a good sign. And despite the bleeding, his uterus was still closed for business. Another good sign, my brother had explained to me.
The bleeding had slowed by the time we’d made it to the hospital, and was light spotting by the time we’d been released. Hearing the words placenta eruption had sounded terrifying. Finn had been less pleased with Quinn’s blood pressure, and the swelling around his ankles. He became less pleased when I’d told him about the swelling I’d already witnessed in his feet.
All of this amounted to my mate now being on strict bed rest, until things settled down. Quinn had barely resisted it, and I hadn’t been able to tell if it was from sheer exhaustion or his fear for the babies. He’d at least dozed some in the room, while we’d been waiting for test results, and they’d been monitoring him.
After telling Finn and me to fuck off for disturbing him.
I’d been awake the entire time, listening to our pup's heartbeats, loud in the quiet, darkened room. Any dip in their rate would have my heart pounding, my ears perked, but they’d just been moving about in their cozy little home, shifting the band around Quinn’s middle.
I moved slowly up the staircase, almost fearful that the slightest jar to my fragile cargo would start the bleeding up. I laid Quinn down gently on the bed, and he gave me a tired smile, scooting up a little on the pillow. Pulling an extra pillow from the closet, I lifted his legs, placing it under his knees.
“I feel ridiculous,” he muttered, his hands instantly moving to rest on his belly, rubbing his hands up and down the little mound that protected our babies.
Strict bed rest meant knees elevated, and moving as little as possible this first week. He was allowed to get up and use the restroom, and little else. He wasn’t even to shower without my help, which I had no objection to.
Finn had also made it very clear: no sex. Penetrative or otherwise. His exact words had been “keep your dick out of any of his holes, Lachlan, no penetration, and no orgasms. Those can start him contracting and we don’t want that while we are trying to heal the tear.”
Leave it to my brother to be blunt and to the point. The nurse assigned to Quinn had looked at Finn like he’d grown two heads, and I’d guessed she’d never heard him talk to his patients that way.
“I’m going to bring up a bottle of water for you, and I need to get the office squared away,” I told Quinn, pulling the blankets over him. It hadbeen an exhausting night for both of us, physically and mentally. His face was pale, purple moons underneath his eyes. “Do you need anything else?”
He stared at me for a second, some emotion crossing his face I couldn’t pin down. “No, I don’t think so. I really can’t think right now. I’m so tired.”
I leaned up and brushed a wild curl off his forehead, then placed my lips there in a chaste kiss. “Sleep, baby. I won’t be too long, and then I’m climbing into bed with you.”
He closed his green eyes, his jaw a bit tight, then nodded, silent. He was too silent for him, had been for hours now, and it terrified me almost more than seeing him bleeding.
I quickly made my way downstairs to my office and booted up my computer. I’d called Wade from the hospital, first to tell him we were there and why. He was Quinn’s best friend, and I’d needed him to rearrange my next day’s schedule.
I planned to work from home as much as possible, starting now. I wanted to be available for Quinn, for whatever he might need.
He’d joked on the way home that he’d finally be able to catch up on his Netflix watch list, and read all the books he never had time for. I figured that was going to last about a day and a half before he started crawling the walls with boredom.
This was going to be a long week, maybe more, if he wasn’t allowed off bed rest at the end of it. Even if he was given more freedoms, I was doubtful he’d be back at The Sweet Spot anytime soon, and that was going to sour his mood.
I checked my work calendar and saw Wade had already rescheduled not only my day but my entire next two weeks. God love that man. I’d be lost if he ever left my employment. How he had even managed to work his magic, I had no idea. It had been after midnight when I’d phoned him, and thesun was starting to peek over the horizon now. Yet, he’d waved his magic wand, and moved everything around.
I itched to go for a run, to burn off the excess energy I could feel strumming just under my skin. I was starting to come off the adrenaline, and the pure fear I’d been running on the last few hours.
