Page 50 of Omega's Pretend Mate
“He’s not ready,” I cried. “He still has two weeks.”
Christian squeezed my hand. “He’ll be fine. Two weeks isn’t bad. He just couldn’t wait to meet his amazing papa.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“I hear we have somebody in a hurry to be born,” the doctor joked as he walked in.
“So impatient he’s two weeks early,” Chistian said as the doctor washed his hands.
The doctor laughed and pulled on a pair of gloves. “Well that happens. Nothing to worry about. Now let’s take a look.”
Christian helped my feet into the stirrups as the doctor used his foot to pull over a stool. Then he lifted my gown.
“Oh yeah, you’ve got an impatient one all right. I’m going to need you to push on your next contraction.”
“Already?” I asked.
“Already.”
I was on the verge of arguing that this was far faster than the birthing coach had mentioned, insisting that first-time births usually took hours. Then the contraction hit.
“Push Gabe,” the doctor said.
I bore down, a scream ripping from my throat.
“Ok, relax,” the doctor said as the contraction ended. “Give it a moment.”
“You’re doing great,” Christian said, leaning over the bed to kiss my forehead.
“I hate you,” I cried.
He chuckled. “I know you do honey. Let’s get our baby out then you can file for divorce.”
I started sobbing. “No! No divorce!”
He kissed me again. “I like that plan even better.”
“Here it comes,” the doctor said. “One big push.”
I screamed, then another voice wailed in displeasure as my pain eased.
“He’s got a good set of lungs,” the doctor laughed, “and all his fingers and toes.”
I collapsed back onto the bed.
“I love it when all I have to do is play catch,” the doctor joked.
I glanced down to see him handing my baby to a nurse, who brought him over and placed him on my chest.
I started sobbing as soon as my baby settled against me and stopped crying.
Christian kissed my forehead again. “Look what you did. He’s perfect, omega-mine.”
I reached out in amazement to brush my fingers over my baby’s smushed cheeks, then I started crying again when I noticed he had the same dark blond hair as Christian.
“Are you ok?” Christian asked.
