Page 47 of Omega's Tempting Fate
Cody would always be my slightly grumpy omega, but it wasn’t the protection mechanism it once was.
His papa led him to me, then placed his hands in mine before turning to his seat.
I knew people around me were talking, even asking me questions that I was somehow able to answer. But the only thing I could focus on was Cody’s face, and the way his smile lit up every time our eyes met.
This gorgeous man was mine.
I was glad that we’d opted for standard vows, as it allowed me to keep admiring the man before me, rather than try to stumble through reading a bunch of words that would never be able to convey what I felt for him.
Then he laughed.
“Hmm?” I murmured.
“All the times you can’t wait to kiss me, and now you’re not interested?”
The officiant cleared his throat and whispered. “I said that you could kiss the omega.”
“Oh,” I replied as I pulled Cody into my arms and kissed my new husband.
∞∞∞
“Abrams, checking in,” I said at the hospital reception. “My mate has a scheduled c-section.”
I glanced over at where I’d helped Cody onto a couch while I filled out the remaining paperwork. Then a nurse appeared with a wheelchair to take us to a room.
Cody’s ob-gyn had suggested a c-section due to the baby’s position, and we’d both agreed rather than stress him.
Soon a doctor came in to make sure that all pre-operation procedures had been followed. Then Cody was dressed and prepared for surgery.
They moved him to the operating theater while the staff took me to scrub in so that I could be at his side.
Cody reached for me as soon as I was inside the room with him, and I took his hand.
“Don’t you want me to film the birth?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I just want you here, with me.”
“Ok.”
I tuned out the medical staff, focusing on Cody. I talked him through any fears he had, keeping his attention on me.
Then a cry pierced the air.
“Congratulations!” the doctor said, holding our squirming baby above the blue partition. “It’s a healthy baby boy.”
Cody burst into tears, and I soon realized that I was crying with him.
Our first baby was there, and he was healthy.
A nurse brought our son around a moment later and placed him on Cody’s chest while the doctors discussed closing up on the other side of the curtain.
“He’s beautiful,” the nurse said, as she watched Cody rub our baby’s back. “What’s his name?”
Cody looked at me and smiled. “It’s ok?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
He turned to the nurse. “We’re naming him after my granddad… Joseph. Joseph Abrams.”
I smiled and ran my hand over his tiny head. “Welcome to the world, Joseph.”
Cody met my gaze, and he smiled.
The first step forward was moving forward, while still honoring the past.
We’d always be together, of that I had no doubt.
