Page 57 of His Pretty Omega
Smoothing the blankets over my legs, I held up a finger, breathing through my first slightly painful contraction. Nearly laughing when Alex’s eyes got more panicked as the contraction continued.
Really, it didn’t last terribly long and was only about a four on the pain scale. I was going to need him to calm his nerves, because this show was just getting started.
When the contraction ended and I had casually noted the time on my phone, I gave him a wide, happy grin. “My water fucking finally broke.”
Sliding out of bed, I waddled towards the bathroom, waving my hand behind me as I went.
“We, and bywe, I meanyou, need to change the sheets. Actually, maybe get the bed set up with the rubber mattress thingy now, since the sheets need to come off. I don’t know, it might be too early for that? Hmmm, makegood choices, I’m leaving that decision up to you. I’m taking a shower now to get this amniotic fluid off me.”
Once I had the water heating up in the shower, I poked my head out the bathroom door.
Alex was still sitting in bed, looking like he had not one clue what was happening or why it was happening when it was still freaking dark outside.
Snapping my fingers in his direction to get his attention, I shook my head at him.
“Whatever this is, I’m gonna need you to snap the fuck out of it. Call Naomi, change the sheets and then fill the birthing tub.” As an afterthought, I tacked on a sweet, “Please.”
Alex licked his lips, looked at me, then over to the colorless wet spot in the middle of my side of the bed.
“Are you okay? In pain? What should I do?”
Oh boy. He had clearly not heard a word I had just said. I’d been snapping out orders like a drill sergeant, and my usually capable alpha had zone the fuck out.
“Babe, I’m fine. I’m just in labor. Fucking finally.”
His attention turned back to me, standing in my full naked, pregnant glory.
The last few weeks I had been a walking furnace and hated sleeping in anything. Plus it was August and hot as Hades outside. Even with the A.C. on, I was sweating buckets.
I didn’t miss the way his brown eyes heated as he looked his fill. Alex made it clear every day how desirable he found me pregnant.
As long I wasn’t practically force fucking him to get this kid out of me, that is.
“Call Naomi,” I repeated slowly, giving him another smile.
He nodded in understanding, repeating under his breath, “Call Naomi. I can do this.”
“Yep, you can,” I told him. “I have faith in you!”
We’d work on his other assignments when I was cleaned up.
“Maybe make a cup of coffee. Or two or three,” I called, pulling the shower curtain back. “I need you to get your brain online.”
The warm water felt amazing on my skin, and I leaned against the shower wall and let the water beat against my lower back when another contraction hit.
This one was slightly more painful than the last, but still not too bad. I knew that wouldn’t last, but right now, my contractions were about ten minutes apart and mild.
Unless something drastically changed, we likely had a long day–and possibly night–ahead of us.
Alex came into the bathroom, poking his head around the curtain. “Contraction?”
Nodding, I kept my eyes closed, allowing myself to relax as much as possible and find my Zen place.
I knew a ton of doctors and nurses who urged laboring omegas to keep their eyes open and focused on one object. But I had always done better managing pain with my eyes closed.
When the pain ebbed, I blinked my eyes open and gave him another reassuring smile.
“I’d say it lasted about forty-five seconds, about ten minutes apart.”
