Page 129 of Wild Child


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Dane looks down at Nixon. “Shit.”

“Shit!” Nixon giggles in delight.

“No no no, little man.” Dane drops the bags and picks up our son. “That's a bad word.”

“Bad.” Nixon frowns, pointing to himself.

“Just the word, not you, buddy.”

My heart. I love seeing my pack with our little man. They’re all so good with him.

“Fuck!” I shout, hoping Nixon doesn’t repeat that as I bend over in pain.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Chandler rubs his hand up and down my back.

I do my best to handle the pain, but god, it’s bad. Really bad.

Beth comes quickly and the guys help me into the car. The whole ride Dane holds my hand as Chandler drives. Everything is a blur. I don’t remember getting to the hospital, or the room or anything else until it’s time to push.

Dane and Chandler are on either side of me, holding my legs up as I push.

Nash, Ledger, and Aubrey are out in the waiting room. They got to be in the room for Nixon, so they are letting the guys experience labor this time since this baby is Chandler’s according to the prenatal paternity test we did.

It feels like hours of pushing through excruciating pain before I finally hear my baby’s first cry.

“It’s a girl,” the nurse announces proudly, placing a gooey little baby on my chest.

Pure love, joy, and everything else good in this world fills me as I cry, looking down at my sweet baby girl. “She’s perfect.”

I look up at my men, my alphas. My everything. They’re crying too, looking down at our daughter like she hung the moon. She’s going to have all her daddies wrapped around her little finger.

“Just like her mama,” Dane says. He leans down and kisses my lips. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Willow. My strong, amazing omega.”

“Thank you, Alpha.” I give him a watery smile.

The nurse takes our daughter to clean her up. I look over to Chandler, who’s still crying. “So, have you picked a name?”

For Nixon, I picked out my top three names and let everyone vote on which ones they liked best. We decided to do the same thing this time.

Chandler looks over at Dane. Dane smiles and nods. “Oakley,” Chandler tells me.

“Perfect name for a perfect little girl,” the nurse says, bringing a now bundled up Oakley over to Chandler. “Here you go, Daddy, your precious little angel.”

“I’m going to go get the others.” Dane leaves and Chandler joins me in the bed.

“You did so damn good, my love.” Chandler gives me a loving smile. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks for letting me crush your hand through the pain.” I laugh.

“Anything for you.” He kisses my forehead. “Look at what we made.”

Dane and Chandler told me after everything settled down after the kidnapping that they wanted kids. That even at forty-five, it was a dream of theirs.

And I was more than happy to make that dream come true for them. After some talking, we decided on four kids.

“There’s my girl.” Aubrey’s voice has me smiling ear to ear. I giggle as she waddles her way into the room.

Yup, that's right, Aubrey is pregnant too, with Ledger's baby. Three down, one more to go.

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