Page 61 of The Beta: Part Three
“I don't see anything,” I reply, and he smiles.
“Exactly. There's nothing to see because that’s a girl. And this one,” he presses in at a different angle, “is also a little girl.”
Talia barks out a laugh, “Trent will be ecstatic. I can't wait to tell him we're having two girls.”
“Let's not tell him. Let's let it be a surprise. And there might be three girls.” I love the idea of the alphas not knowing the sex of the babies. I especially love the idea of Trent passing out when I start handing him multiple little girls to be terrified of.
“Let's see what we have over here,” Obi hums. “You see that?” he points to the third little set of legs.
This baby is very obviously a boy. “So, a neutral color in the nursery.”
“Are they okay? Hearts, skulls, and livers fully formed? All appendages accounted for?” Talia asks.
Obi nods. “Would you like me to print some pictures? Want to take a video with your phone?”
Talia and I both nod silently without taking our eyes off the babies. Three babies.Three.
Obi clicks the mouse and the pictures start rattling out of the printer attached to the cart. “Obi,” I force my gaze away from the monitor, “can you deliver them. Will Talia be alright?”
Obi scrubs his jaw. “I can't see a reason why she wouldn't be. She's an omega. Omega's are built to have babies, single or multiple. If something happens and we need to quickly get them out, I am up to date on my certifications and licensed to perform that surgery. I will have any and all potentially necessary equipment onsite. I'd have it all here anyway, but Talia is essentially my sister. I will do every single thing I can to help her birth these babies.”
“Thank you, Obi,” Talia says, “I'll be alright. This is just very unexpected. I'm so relieved that they're all three alright. Fuck me, we've been having a hard enough time agreeing on a name for just one.”
Obi laughs and hands her the pictures he printed for us. “My mother's name was Zetty, if that's any help.”
We tell the alphas after Obi leaves for home.
“Motherfucking fuck. Shit. Goddammit. Fucking shitballs.” Trent, for some reason, has climbed onto the back of the couch and is standing up there, stiff, a wild look in his eyes.
Talia is putting effort into not laughing at him. I am not. I am cackling. Nathan is also openly laughing at Trent’s reaction.
“It's not fucking funny. She can't have three babies at one time. She can't carry three inside her for fifteen more weeks. Why did you get her that pregnant? This is too dangerous. It's a bad idea.” Trent is very quietly shrieking.
I laugh even harder. Even Reid is starting to crack up. Devon isn’t smiling, though. If I didn’t know exactly how worried and afraid he is I’d think he was angry.
“What do you suggest I do, Trent? I can't just not have two of them.” Talia’s losing the battle, she’s got her lips trapped between her teeth to keep from laughing.
“Fuck,” he barks, “shit,” he takes a few breaths in an attempt to calm himself, but he makes no motion to come down from the couch. “Are you okay, Talia? Do you feel alright? What the fuck do we do?”
Talia stands up and goes over to offer her hand to Trent to help him climb down. The idiot takes it. If he could see how ridiculous it is, a tiny, significantly pregnant female omega helping a big, terrified alpha down from a precarious location, he'd laugh his ass off.
“First, you're going to get your shit together,” she tells him, “then, you and Alex are going to order some baby-proofing equipment. Out of all of us, you two are most likely to have been horrible children, so you will know what needs to be padded and locked and whatever else better than the rest of us. Then you're coming up to my room for the night. I might even let you sleep.”
“Excuse me, sweet pea, but I was a perfect child,” Alex says, trying to sound offended.
Talia rolls her eyes. “I'm sure you were.”
“Do you think the two of them will be identical?” Corso asks. He's beaming. Joy is rolling off of him in waves. I don’t need a bond with him to feel his happiness, it’s flowing through the room and around everyone in it.
“We'll have to wait and see,” Talia answers.
“Are they boys or girls?” Kaleb is his typical stoic self. All business, already planning, already making mental preparations. “Or two and one of each?”
We don't answer.
Kaleb’s mouth twitches, “did Obi tell you?”
“Yes,” I reply, “and don't you dare ask. It's unfair that you'd be able to smell the lie we'd tell you. You all get to be surprised.”
