Page 43 of Omega's Midlife Love
“I do.”
“Let’s go,” I said, slipping into the car. “My omega is waiting.”
He chuckled and eased the car onto the street. “First time?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good times. I remember my first kid too. We waited hours before they took my omega into the delivery room, then it was all over in a flash.”
“Everything was good though, right?”
“Oh he cursed and screamed and made me promise to never touch him again, but then he was crying and apologizing as soon as he got a look at our son. There’s nothing like that moment when you see your baby for the first time.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait.”
He laughed, and a few minutes later dropped me off at the hospital entrance.
I walked in and talked to a nurse, knowing that the incubator was several minutes closer to the hospital than the house, and by the time Victor arrived with David, we were outside with a wheelchair ready.
“Looks like somebody’s in a hurry,” the nurse joked as he helped David from the car.
David tried to glare, but instead his face contorted and he breathed as he’d practiced in lamaze class.
I moved to his other side and helped ease my omega into the chair.
“We’ll take some vitals, but I have the feeling we’re going to put you right in a birthing room,” the nurse proclaimed in an overly-cheery voice.
“Just be willing to play catch if you take too long,” David spat. “This baby isn’t planning on taking all day.”
“I see it’s not your first time,” the nurse laughed as he started wheeling David into the hospital.
“Don’t make me think it’s yours,” my sweet omega sassed back.
The nurse laughed again and I accompanied them back to Labor and Delivery.
David seemed calm, and I decided that I needed to follow his lead. It was my first time, but he’d given birth before. He grumped at the nurse to hurry, and the nurse joked right back.
After a quick examination the nurse decided that David needed to go right to a delivery room, and once more I felt like a bump on a log, unable to do anything except exist.
David reached for my hand as soon as they got him onto the bed.
“What do you need, omega-mine?” I asked.
He grimaced. “Just be here Alan. Hold my hand. My mama was with me last time, but I’m glad it’s you today.”
I smiled and brushed a few strands of sweaty hair from his forehead. “As if I’d be anywhere else.” I leaned in and kissed him. “Do I need to call Samantha?”
He shook his head. “Victor put her on speakerphone in the car. She knows.”
“Ok.”
He cried out, and squeezed my hand so hard I briefly wondered if he could break bones.
The doctor strode into the room, pulling on some gloves. “Somebody told me that we’ve got an impatient one in here.”
“Better than the twenty-six hours my first one took,” David gritted out.
The doctor laughed. “So is it the baby or the papa who’s impatient?”
