Page 33 of Breedable Boys from Outer Space
Lumi nodded, squeezing my hand as another contraction tore through him.
“Very good,” the doctor said after a minute of examination. “You will be ready to push on your next contraction.”
Lumi nodded again. There was a tense pause, then he cried out.
“Push, Lumi!”
My mate squeezed my hand hard enough that I was sure it would bruise, and I squeezed right back, though not as hard. He needed to know I was there, supporting him as much as I could.
“Good,” the doctor declared. “One more push on the next one should do it.”
I took advantage of the break to wipe sweat from Lumi’s forehead, then placed a kiss there. “You’re doing an incredible job, my Lumi.”
He whimpered, then cried again.
“Push!”
Lumi screamed as he pushed, then the room went silent for a second as he slumped back against the pillows.
A new tiny wail sounded, and Lumi burst into tears.
“Congratulations,” the doctor said, passing off our newborn to a nurse. “I am still getting accustomed to female infants, but she appears healthy.”
The nurse brought our little Liaka around and placed her on Lumi’s chest.
Our daughter was a soft periwinkle—a blend of Lumi’s purple and his father’s blue—and already had a nice patch of dark brown hair.
“She’s gorgeous,” I murmured, kissing Lumi’s head. “Just like her bapi.”
He stared down at our daughter, fingers trailing up and down her back. “Liaka…”
“I must leave,” the doctor stated a few minutes later, reminding me that he was there. “It is a busy night. A nurse will take measurements shortly. Congratulations.”
Then the sound of the stool rolling back and footsteps as he left the room.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my family—my mate and our new baby. They were both perfect.
A year before I’d been an ordinary Army mechanic, with no clue about life on other planets; wondering how I’d be able to afford the family I wanted. Now I had the most beautiful man I could imagine as my mate and the first of our children in his arms.
What more could a man ask for?
