Page 92 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
She laughs again and heads out.
"You're welcome," Luke says, cuddling close to Evie's side. They moved us from the birthing suite to a private room a bit ago.
"Can't believe it's a girl," Tom sobs, staring down at our sweet bundle of joy. "The world seems so much scarier than it did yesterday…"
Yes, he'sstillhaving a bit of a nervous breakdown over the future. Which is likely why Evie opted to hold off until giving birth to find out the gender.
"Get it all out now," Evie says. "Peyton is never to hear a word of this."
"I'd never," Murphy growls indignantly. Peyton looks so damn tiny in his giant hands. It's a little unreal. "I love her to pieces. I'm just saying. Come visit me when I end up in prison."
Evie snorts, shaking her head. "Bring her over here. My boobs are convinced she needs to eatrightnow."
Murphy carries the baby over, handing her to Evie. Everly yanks down her gown and a giant breast escapes. I lick my lips. I'm strangely fascinated by the fact she can feed our childfrom her body.It's a goddamn wonder, andextremelyarousing.
Murphy's eyes zero in on Peyton rooting around for Evie's nipple. "Okay, I feel like a fucking creep because that's making me hard," he grumbles, swiping a hand over his face.
"Agreed," I murmur, rearranging my cock.
Luke runs a hand over Peyton's head full of dark hair. Her tiny face seems so small in comparison to Evie's overfull breast.
Yes, fine, I'm with Murphy. The world absolutely seems more intimidating today with such a small human counting on us to keep her safe.
"How long is the healing process again?" Connor asks, turning away from Everly and Peyton.
"Six damn weeks," I grumble.
"Totally worth it," Connor says, clapping me on the back. "But fuck, that wait is going to feel likeforever."
"Definitely," I agree. I head over and carefully take the seat on Evie's other side. "You did good. I love you, darling."
"Yeah, we really did," she says, smiling at me. "Love you, too, Archie."
Epilogue
Murphy
Three Months Later
Evie's curled up on the couch, nursing Peyton, and I can't look away. I'm torn. I love watching her feed our child, but I also end up feeling like a total asshole.
Who gets a hard-on from watching their wife nurse?
Yeah, this guy.
"I literally don't understand how you do it," I tell Luke, shaking my head. He always stays by her side when she breastfeeds. I try, then end up feeling like a total fucker when I have to sneak away and jerk off.
There is something fundamentally wrong with my wiring.
My brain is a dick.
"All you bastards disappear lately any time she pops a tit out." Luke laughs, running his finger over Peyton's cheek as she nibbles. "Someone has to stay close. Evie's always thirsty. She drinks the super chug cup you got her like it's nothing. I'm the good husband. Always available for refills or snacks."
"You are a good husband," Evie agrees, patting his thigh.
"Oh, fuck you," I growl. "Him not you. I love you, little one."
Evie laughs. "I know."
