Page 28 of Mafia Heir's Alpha
He nodded and positioned himself between my legs. “Just do what feels natural. We’ve got this.”
Somewhere in the back of my head, I wondered if he was gonna faint or if I was, but Rosco Gallo wasn’t the fainting type. He was completely serious and ready to catch our baby.
And when the pain eclipsed everything else, I sucked in a ragged breath and pushed. Seconds or hours passed before the pressure was suddenly gone.
Just as I took my first full breath in months, I heard a tiny little cry.
“Oh, fuck.” Rosco looked at me with tears streaming down his face. “Ori, you did it. You did it.” Before Icould ask any questions, he held up the squirming mess of our baby boy.
“Is he okay?” I stared at him as Rosco did a quick inspection before placing him on my lap and then covering him with a towel.
“He’s perfect. Just like you.” Rosco stared down at the tiny little baby in my arms and more tears formed.
I stared at our son’s little face as it scrunched up, probably furious for being in such tight quarters for so long, and felt something in my chest collapse and rebuild itself in the same moment.
I’d never loved anyone more.
Rosco kissed my forehead as he joined me on the bed. “You’re amazing. You’re fucking amazing.”
A minute later, the midwife burst in and checked us both over. She said something about a “perfect delivery” and “strong lungs,” but I was already drifting off, exhausted as my high of excitement quickly dissipated.
Rosco held me to his side as the baby made little fists and drifted off to sleep.
“What do we name him?” Rosco ran his finger along our son’s cheek.
I thought about it for a second, but I already knew. I’d been thinking about names for months. “Rory.” A mashup of our names. A peak in our story.
Rosco grinned. “Rory Gallo. I like it.”
“Me too.” I curled into my alpha and let myself fall asleep, safely holding everything in the world that mattered to me.
EPILOGUE
ROSCO
The past six months of having Rory with us were the best of my life. I never imagined I could feel so complete with an omega and a baby, but waking up with a smile and going to sleep with a full heart had completely changed me.
At work, I did my best to maintain a hardcore persona that was as intimidating as ever, but even Cord liked to tease me that I was turning into a damn marshmallow when it came to torturing assholes who claimed to have kids at home. Why the fuck did these guys try to screw us over if they had a family to go home to? It didn’t make sense to me.
There was rare silence, so I went to check on Ori andthe baby. Rory was finishing up his last feeding for the night as Ori hummed to him in the glider.
I lingered in the hallway for a minute, propped up against the door frame with my hands in my pockets as I watched them. Some visions never got old. I could stare at my omega for hours. He never looked more sexy than when he was relaxed in his flannel pajama pants, hung low on his narrow hips, with his bare chest out for the world. Well, for our baby, but if I was lucky, also for me.
“Hey, babe.” His head tipped forward when he saw me staring. “Like what you see?”
“So fucking much.” I stepped in and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then to Rory’s head. “He done?”
“Yep. Just trying to motivate myself to get my ass up.”
I ran my fingers through his hair and then gently curled them into a fist, pulling lightly. “I’ve got some ideas for that ass.”
He rolled his eyes, but I saw the corners of his mouth twitch. This was our game. He pretended not to appreciate my endless appetite for him, but I could always sense when his arousal met mine. The curse ofan omega was that they couldn’t hide from their alpha’s lust.
“Get him in bed and meet me in the shower, omega.”
Ori tensed as a shudder rocked through him and his pupils grew. “Yes, alpha.”
Our bathroom was bigger than it needed to be, and that was a luxury when we were in it together. After cranking the shower faucet to nearly scalding, I stripped out of my clothes. My reflection in the mirror mocked me, rubbing in the fact that I was slightly softer around the edges. Not just physically, but in my whole demeanor.
