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I shrugged. “Maybe that will be best? I truly don’t feel the need to push. But Roman said there’s a head there?”
Dr. King glanced back down at my stomach and nodded slowly. “Yes, indeed. It would seem that your son has your hair, Beau. There’s a head full of dark hair right there.” Dr. King moved his hands, I felt more magic, and then he nodded. “Yes, so I’ll increase the magic, and we’ll get your son delivered.”
Before I could say a thing, I definitely felt that floaty feeling overcome me. Dr. King wasted no time getting to work. I felt my body wiggle, and watching the doctor’s face was an experience. His brow furrowed, he narrowed his eyes, and finally, after my body moved a bit more, Dr. King’s face relaxed. Then he held up our son, and he had to be one of the largest babies ever.
“Roman, would you grab that towel that is beside your mate, please?”
Roman reached for the towel that I knew hadn’t been there earlier, and when he held it out, Dr. King carefully placed Cooper in it. Roman wrapped our son up, but when I didn’t hear any noise from the baby, I became worried.
“Did you wish to cut the cord?” Dr. King asked.
“No, I’m good with you taking care of that,” Roman said.
Dr. King did something that I couldn’t quite see, and then a green glow surrounded the towel and our son in Roman’s arms. That seemed to be everything that was needed because Cooper gasped, then let out a loud wail. Some might be annoyed by that sound, but I thought it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Cooper continued to cry, but Roman immediately went into daddy mode and started gently bouncing him.
That didn’t seem to help too much, but when Roman brought our son to his chest and spoke to him, that worked. Cooper’s cries quieted, and after a few more softly spoken words of love, Cooper became quiet. When Roman turned my way, there were tears in his eyes. He gave me a look that anyone would be able to define: pure, unconditional love.
“He’s beautiful, Beau,” Roman said as he brought our son closer so I could see him. “He definitely has your hair, but his eyes are blue.”
I smiled as I got my first look at our son. He looked…squished but adorable. Roman wasn’t wrong though. He had dark hair and big blue eyes.
“Hey there, little fella. Well, not so little, I guess. Welcome to the world. Your daddy there has been waiting to meet you,” I said quietly.
“Beau, I’m going to use magic to close your omega line,” Dr. King said, drawing our attention. When I pulled my eyes away from the baby, Dr. King looked at me with a serious expression. “Your omega line tore on both sides, and it will be incredibly painful unless I close it magically. You will still be able to have more children, but if they are large like this one, you might have tearing again.”
“I understand,” I said. I wasn’t surprised. Cooper looked like he was a large baby, and I wasn’t that big. Dr. King nodded before he bent back down to take care of my omega line. I turned my attention back to Roman and our son and couldn’t help but reach out to wipe away the tears that were running down my mate’s face.
“I’m sorry he’s so large and has caused you issues,” Roman said.
“Don’t be. Large babies happen. Who knows, maybe our next one will be a tiny little fae and I won’t even look pregnant.”
Roman chuckled a bit before he wiped at his eyes. “You just gave birth, literally, and you’re already talking about the next one?” Roman shook his head. “I love you,” he whispered. “I’m not sure how I was gifted such an amazing man as you, but I know I’ll cherish you and all of the children you are willing to gift to me.”
“I love you too,” I told him.
Dr. King cleared his throat, grabbing both or our attention. “I just wish to get Beau situated so he can see the baby better and hold him.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll move.” Roman stood and went around to the foot of the bed where he stood and watched as Dr. King expertly helped me sit somewhat upright.
“You cannot stand until you can feel your legs. If you need something, that is what your mate is for. Have him fetch things for you.”
I smiled up at Dr. King at those words. “I will. I’m good at that already.”
Dr. King nodded once. He pulled a light blanket up to my waist before he stood. “Good. Rest up for a bit. Your omega line is closing quite nicely. The sides that tore, I used magic, and they are already healed. I will be downstairs getting the paperwork sorted for the council to file for Cooper. He is a big boy. He’s ten pounds and thirteen ounces.” Dr. King made a face. “I apologize. I should have delivered him for you a week ago. One never knows if we should let things happen naturally or if we should intervene. I am pleased that things turned out as they have and everyone is healthy.”
I was still stuck on the almost eleven-pound baby. That was…huge. Maybe not for an omega dragon or bear, but for me? There was no wonder now why I looked like I was going to deliver at any moment a month ago.
“Is there anything I need to do for Beau?” Roman asked.
“Just take care of your mate as you have been doing. He will need to remain in bed for about an hour—give or take. Let him cuddle the baby, dote on him and the baby, things that you would expect a new alpha daddy to do.”
Roman grinned. “I’ll be sure to do all of those things. Thank you, Dr. King.”
“All in a day’s work,” the doctor said. He touched Roman’s shoulder as he walked past on his way out the door.
Roman returned to the side of the bed, but instead of sitting in the chair, he held out our son. I wasn’t even sure when it happened, but the baby was no longer wrapped in the towel. He was swaddled up in a light green blanket that we’d purchased for him.
I reached for the baby, and when I finally got him settled against my chest, he looked up at me and gave a tiny little sigh before he wiggled a bit and then closed his eyes. When I searched for my mate, I found him sitting in the chair beside the bed. “Do you still like the name Cooper?” I asked.
