Page 62 of Briggs
“Yeah. Ugh. Make it stop,” I managed to get out just before my stomach revolted again. I’d not been feeling the best for the past day, and it was most likely my own fault because I didn’t eat much supper last evening. Just a few bites of fruit and yogurt. It was all my stomach really wanted, and even then, it had sat heavy in it.
“He said yes, but I’m not sure if he was answering me or just wanting to stop throwing up.” Briggs went quiet again, and then he was back in front of me. “Dr. King will be here in just a few. He said to see if you could lie down on your side. It’ll be better for the babies.”
The last thing I wanted to do was lie on my side. Sure, I could still get sick in that position, but it wasn’t the best. Of course, at this point in time, I wasn’t sure what would be considered the “best” position for me to be in. I was throwing up, I was sitting on a soaked bed, and my stomach felt like it was in knots.
“May I come in?” Dr. King said from the doorway, and I wanted to cry in relief.
“Yes, please,” Briggs said. He started to move away, taking the small trash can with him, and I frantically reached for it.
“I see you’re not feeling the greatest,” Dr. King said. “Let’s get that stopped and then see about welcoming your little girls into the world.”
I nodded because I was fighting whatever was happening with my stomach. It wanted to turn itself inside out, and I just wanted to curl up into a ball and hope that it all stopped.
“I’m not feeling good,” I said.
“Yes, I understand that. The vomiting, although not necessarily common, does happen with some pregnant omegas when they’re experiencing labor,” Dr. King said. “Let’s get you rolled to your back, and we’ll take care of the vomiting and see what else is going on.”
I groaned. “I ruined the bed.”
“You absolutely did not,” Dr. King said. “I’ve already taken care of the bed. Now, let’s get you feeling better.”
Dr. King’s hand started glowing green, and when it passed over my stomach, the relief was instant. I sighed at the sudden absence of pain and nausea, and with Briggs’s help, I moved completely onto my back.
“Why do I feel like I’m weightless?” My eyes found Dr. King’s. “Is this that floaty feeling they all talk about?”
“It is. It’s essentially a magical epidural. But because it’s done with magic and not a numbing drug, it makes you feel like you’re floating,” Dr. King told me. “Everyone loves it, and I’ve yet to have someone not ask for it.”
I nodded. “I can see why.” I took several deep breaths, finally able to relax. “Are the babies okay?” I asked. “I was throwing up, and I’m not sure why.”
“They’re fine. Ready to be born though.” Dr. King turned to Briggs. “If you could come stand on my other side, please? Normally I’d have you standing next to your mate, but since there are two, I’m going to need to pass the first twin off to you once she’s out.”
“You need an assistant,” I said. “One like Dr. Rothwell has.”
Dr. King side-eyed me. “You and the council seem to be in agreement. But I’m not so sure I want someone around who isalways in my way.” Dr. King looked to Briggs. “As you can see, his line is open, and there is a head. I’m going to deliver the first baby with a bit of help from Todd, and then I’m going to pass the baby off to you. Feel free to take her over to the other side of the bed.” Dr. King glanced back at me. “But yes, it would be helpful to have an assistant in circumstances such as these. If it hadn’t been in the middle of the night, I would have called for help. As it is, I’m fine with delivering them without assistance.”
“Sorry. I would have liked to have been able to sleep through the night, but I woke up because I got sick.”
“Don’t apologize. Babies come when they want, not on our schedule. That is, unless they are a scheduled cesarian section.” Dr. King handed Briggs a towel and then turned back to me. “Todd, do you want to push, or do you want me to deliver the babies as I would for a cesarian?”
The thought of pushing… Scrunching myself up, I shook my head. Not after feeling as terrible as I had just moments ago. “Can you just deliver them?”
“I can. Hold still, and we’ll get the first baby delivered.” My body moved a bit, but I couldn’t actually feel anything. I tried to lie there as still as I could, but I kept moving. “Your omega line is on the smaller side,” Dr. King said. “I’m going to have to use magic to open it a bit more, Todd.”
“Is something wrong?”
“No. Remember how I mentioned how you were incredibly slender?” I nodded. “That’s all. You’re on the skinnier side, and your omega line isn’t overly big. The babies are smaller because they’re twins, but there still isn’t quite enough room to get them out without tearing.” Dr. King seemed to focus intently, and I saw more green, glowing light, and then his face relaxed. “There we go.” I felt more movement and then pressure. “Some pressure,” Dr. King said, but seconds later, I could actually feelthe pressure ease as he pulled our first daughter from my omega line.
Briggs gasped, and then he was suddenly holding the baby. “She’s so tiny,” Briggs whispered.
“She’s a good size for a twin,” Dr. King said. “Did you want to cut the cord?” he asked, looking directly at my mate.
“Umm…no. I’ll let you do that, I think.” Briggs took a deep breath. “I think it’s best if you cut the cord and do all of that stuff.”
Dr. King nodded slowly, and then his hand started glowing again. When he moved it over the baby who was lying on the towel Briggs was holding, she suddenly let out a loud cry and then continued to let everyone know she was unhappy.
“You can pull her closer to your chest now.” Dr. King focused back on me. “How are you doing? Feeling well?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t, actually. “I’m still floating, but I’m feeling odd. I’m not sure. Sleepy? Cold?”
