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“I did good today?”
“You did the best today. Best. Alpha. Ever.” My proud lion heart pumped with even more pride. I was a great mate. I was a great A-Dad.
I kissed the top of Bobby’s head. His brown hair was soft and smelled like the new designer-brand shampoo that had grown to be his favorite since he’d been with me and could afford things like that. I squeezed him a little tighter, admiring the ring I put on his finger, feeling our children move under our fingers, knowing we’d get to meet them soon. I was giving my mate a great life. I was going to give my kids thebestlife.
I nuzzled my nose against Bobby’s forehead, scenting him a bit. “All good now?”
“Never better, Boss Lion,” he said as he curled up in my arms, his eyelids falling closed. “Never better.”
10
BOBBY
“Oh,no. Oh no oh no oh no,” I said quickly as another contraction started up. “You didn’t tell me it was going to hurt like this when I first got pregnant.”
“Bobby,” said the doula, patting my arm gently as she chuckled, “I didn’t know you when you first got pregnant.”
“But you’ve known me for a while and you didn’t say it would be like this.”
She patiently reminded me for what must have been the millionth time. “Honey, yes I did. We discussed multiple times that different omegas experience different levels of pain and that your birth experience could be, well, intense.”
“You used the word ‘intense,’ you didn’t say it would feel like I had shards of glass in my ass.”
Vic winced, his normally unflappable face looking a little green. He was leaned over next to me, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, one hand in the water as he rubbed my exploding belly with the other. At least, it felt like it was exploding.
He dropped a soft kiss onto my shoulder. “You’re being so brave.”
“Don’t wanna be brave. Wanna benot in labor,” I whined.
“I know, Bobby, but you’re doing so good. It’ll be over soon and we’ll have our babies.”We’ll have our babies.I clutched my alpha’s arm and closed my eyes.We’ll have our babies.
Vic and I had opted for a home water birth, all natural and unmedicated. What an idiot I was. I was reclined back against the cushy edge of the inflatable pool, filled with warm water. It didn’t seem to be making things better, per se, but I wanted the water to be there because otherwise it would have been worse. So, score one for water births.
“I just want them to come out.”
“You’re getting really close, Bobby. Just listen to your body, push when it tells you to,” the doula said, sounding like some kind of mystic.
“I can’t listen to my body, it’s screaming bloody murder.”
“Just let the beauty of the process wash over you. We’re witnessing a miracle.” I was in the pool naked, my legs wide open and all of my business out there to see, all while my abdomen got turned inside out. It didn’t feel very miraculous. My stomach crunched down, so hard I could see the huge muscle that was my womb squeezing from the outside. It was surreal. It hurt like hell, especially as the first of the babies moved down, exiting my womb, preparing to crown.
“Vic!” I grabbed his arm and clung on for dear life.
“I’m right here, Bobby, right here.”
“You’re lucky I don’t have claws, I’d gouge a hole in you. You should gouge a hole in yourself in my honor.”
He squinted, panicked and confused. “Would that help?” I hadn’t expected him to say yes. As I considered making him do it, baby number one started crowning and I forgot about everything else.
“I spoke too soon. Let them stay in there!”
“They can’t stay in there, Bobby,” my doula said in a voice that was so understanding and patient it made me want to pull out my teeth. “You have to be brave and push through the pain, literally. You can do it. You’re almost there.”
I pushed, and it felt like I was getting ripped in half. No way a whole human was gonna be able to come out of me without carnage. The water swirled pink with blood and amniotic fluid.
“A-Dad,” the doula called in her melodious and way-too-happy voice as I gritted my teeth, Baby A probably ripping me to shreds on their way out. Vic put on a determined face and put his hands where the doula told him to. I saw nothing, only felt pain and pressure until Vic held up his hands, and in them was a perfect, screaming newborn.
“Oh,” I said, and my voice cracked. My beautiful baby waved their arms and legs, opening and closing their mouth as if trying to decide whether or not they liked the outside world, and whether or not to scream about it. In the end, Baby A decided they were just fine, and the doula placed them in my arms.
