Page 27 of Such a Fierce Omega
“Kind of gassy. I blame the onion dip.”
“Mate, you didn’t have any of the dip, remember? You said it would give you heartburn?”
“Oh, right. Well, it’s something I hate. And I really don’t have it in me to circle the room and say goodbye to everyone, but I do really want to. And to thank them all.”
“It’s okay, omega.” I eased him up this time. “They’ll understand.”
“Sir,” Beale said. “Maybe my alpha needs to check him out. Blaze looks more than funny. No cramping?”
“No. I’m okay.” He covered a burp with his hand. “Just overdone.”
“I don’t think so. Please?”
“Oh all right.” Blaze sank onto the bench again. “My back kind of hurts too.”
“I’ll get him.” Beale hurried off and came back a few minutes later, towing Jabez by the hand. “I think Blaze is in labor, alpha.”
“You do? Blaze, do you think you’re in labor?” Jabez sat down next to my omega. “Are you having any symptoms?”
“No…oh Goddess, I wet myself.”
“No you didn’t.” Jabez offered him a friendly smile. “Your water broke. Why don’t you two get in your car and I’ll follow you home. You still want a home birth, right?”
“Absolut—ugghh.” He doubled over. “Is it supposed to hurt this badly right from the start”
“I don’t think it’s the start.” Jabez asked my omega a few questions and then shook his head. “You’re well along, I suspect. In fact, if Beale will drive my car, I’d like to ride along with you.”
“You think the babies might come that fast?” I asked, panicking a little. “Should we go somewhere else?”
“No, you have everything set up there, right?”
“Yes.” I’d handled most of it myself.
“Then since the other options are farther away, we’d better get going.”
On the way out, several people offered to bring our presents to us when we were ready for them, and I had my omega tucked in the back seat with his healer at his side, counting the seconds and hoping we’d make it home before the babies came.
Halfway there, Jabez said in a quiet calm voice I barely heard over the roaring in my ears, “Darsh, pull over.”
“Why?”
“Because your first baby is crowning.”
And that was how our children, first Emily and then Eric, were born in the back seat of our car on upholstery that was never going to pristine again. And I didn’t care at all. They were wrapped in the extra hoodies I kept back there and back on our way home in under two hours. We’d have quite a story for them when they were old enough to understand.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Blaze
“Blaze,” Darsh sat beside me, rubbing his hand down my arm.
“It’s your morning,” I groaned. “The pumped milk is in the fridge.”
My alpha chuckled. “There’s something you really need to see. Something special. I promise you can go back to sleep once you see them.”
“Is something wrong?” My eyes flew open once he mentioned my babies.
“Nothing wrong. And I already took pictures so just soak up the moment.”
