Page 61 of His Pretty Omega
Naomi, sensing the change in my panting or just because she was an awesome ass midwife, knelt down on the floor next to the pool.
“Do you want me to check you again?” she asked quietly.
She had just checked my progress only about twenty minutes before and I had been about seven centimeters dilated and not quite fully effaced yet.
But something was definitely happening inside my body. There was a pressure between my legs, and it felt like the baby had dropped down even further in my pelvic region.
“Yeah,” I gasped, biting my lip, “something’s happening.”
She nodded her head, her eyes fixed on Alex, speaking words without saying them aloud. He seemed to understand as he quickly got out of the pool, not even bothering to dry off before he was helping me upright.
“Argh!” I cried, pain searing across my lower back and wrapping around my front. My legs felt like jelly and my knees started to buckle.
Alex deftly swung me into his arms in a bridal carry and gently laid me on the bed.
I had long ago stopped worrying about who saw what when Naomi examined me. I mean, it was just Alex and Bennett anyway, but any small piece of modesty I had–which truthfully wasn’t much–was gone.
Naomi waited for the next contraction before checking me, and I cried out with the pressure and pain. Both my hands were engulfed, one by Alex and one by Bennett, and I squeezed each of them with all my strength. Beyondthankful they were both here, giving me an anchor to hold on to.
“Alright, Seth,” Naomi spoke so softly and calmly I wondered how she managed it, “it’s showtime. This baby seems to be out of patience and is ready to meet the world. You’re fully dilated and effaced. No more walking or water, it’s baby time.”
Panting as the contraction eased off, I barely had time to catch my breath before the next one hit.
“What do I need to do?” Alex asked, wiping my sweaty brow with a cool cloth.
“On his next contraction I’m going to have him push. I want you to get behind him and give him something to lean against. Bennett, you count him through the contraction. Seth?”
“Hmm,” panting, I let them all maneuver me just how they wanted, spreading my bent knees wide.
Everything else was just sort of white noise at this point; the crinkle of the plastic sheet beneath the fitted one we had bought just for today, knowing we would need to toss it out. Bennett’s soft questions to Naomi and her answers. Alex whispering nonsense words of encouragement and love in my ear.
My focus was on the pain threatening to tear me in two, the burning pressure of my hole, the need to push my baby out. My body no longer felt like it belonged to me. But itwas doing what it was made to do, and I was just along for the ride.
Naomi’s voice floated over me, still soft and serene, but one hundred percent confident in her abilities and in charge.
“Next contraction you’re going to push for the count of ten. You don’t stop until you hear Bennett say ten, okay? Shout, scream, cuss out Alex, whatever you need to do, but most of all you push with everything you’ve got.”
That’s exactly what I did. Pushed, grunted, screamed, told Alex he was never, ever, ever, ever getting near me with his cock again as long as we both lived.
Until finally the burning pressure was almost too much, and I was sure this time I would be split in two. Then suddenly it stopped, and Naomi was telling me to stop pushing.
Panting, I leaned back against Alex, drawing his quiet strength around me.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he breathed, “you’re fucking amazing. So strong.”
“You’re doing great, Seth,” Bennett gave my hand a squeeze.
“What’s happening?” I asked, my voice raw and hoarse. “Why are we stopping? Is the baby here? Why aren’t they crying?”
Naomi’s steady voice calmed me. “Everything is good, Seth. The baby’s head is out. Now we work ondelivering their shoulders. Nice and easy push on the next contraction, okay? The baby is a bit bigger than we anticipated, and we need to go gently.”
“Stupid, big ass alpha,” I muttered, turning and nuzzling my head into Alex.
A soft kiss landed amidst my sweat soaked hair. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
On the next contraction, I felt the baby slip from my body, angry wails filling the room.
Tears spilled over my eyes at the cries, relief and happiness and entire feelings I couldn’t even begin to name that engulfed me.
