Page 89 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Hmm, one sec,” he says, pressing the wand harder against my belly to get a clearer view of what’s happening.

“Tell us, Doctor,” Damon barks, losing patience, but I can hear the panic in his voice.

“It looks like you’re expecting… four babies!” he exclaims, and the words hang heavily in the air.

I stare at the screen in disbelief, not quite believing what he’s saying, but there, right in front of my eyes, are four little movements on the ultrasound monitor.

I turn to Damon in shock. He looks stunned, but his eyes sparkle with excitement.

Four babies.

“Wait, are yousure?” I ask, turning back to the doctor. This can’t be real, but I’ve heard of omegas producing many pups at the same time, so it’s entirely possible.

“Pretty sure,” the doctor says with finality in his tone. “You’re going to have one big family. Is this your first pregnancy?”

“It is,” I reply, my heart racing as Damon squeezes my hand. Images of juggling four crying babies fill my mind. “What are we going to do?!”

“We’ll love them. And we’ll raise them to be respectful members of our pack,” Damon growls, leaning over me.

“Pack?” the human doctor asks.

“He means family,” I say quickly, smiling as Damon kisses me deeply, and I know he’s one happy pack leader.

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We return homea couple of hours later with pictures of the ultrasound. I can’t wait to share the news with Max and Gunnar—I know they’ll be over the moon when they hear about our tiny quadruplets.

A pang of sadness shoots through me when I think of my family.

My sisters would be beside themselves, already planning a baby shower and putting together the nursery of my dreams. Despite her coldness toward me growing up, my mother should probably know that she will be a grandmother one day.

My heart aches. I miss my sisters so much, and I wonder how I can get the news to them all the way on Howl’s Edge Island.

“We only have one crib.”

Damon’s voice interrupts my train of thought, and I turn to him, not understanding what he’s saying.

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“I bought a crib a while ago when we found out you were expecting,” he says, “but now I’ll have to buy three more. Four babies,” he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Maybe we should set this one up and see if it’s a good brand,” I suggest, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth with a low growl. I pull away breathlessly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Go ahead and set it up. Afterwards…”

“Ooh, I like the sound of where that’s going,” he grunts, watching me with dark eyes as he quickly springs into action.

Minutes later, Damon is sitting in the living room, trying to set up our only crib.

I sit cross-legged on the floor, watching him struggle with the crib parts scattered around him. His brows are furrowed deeply, frustration clear in every tense movement. He sighs and glances around, clearly irritated. I want to laugh—it’s quite something to see my big, bad alpha get defeated by a piece of furniture.

“I’m sure I had a screwdriver here somewhere,” he mutters, moving crib pieces around in his search.

“I can get a spare one,” I offer, pushing up from the floor.

He waves me off, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I can manage.”

“I don’t mind,” I insist, determined to help because watching him struggle with putting the crib parts together is turning me on, but I’m not about to let him know that I’m wet for him right now. “I’m up now anyway.”

He pauses, still gripping one side of the crib, then reluctantly nods. He sniffs the air. “The toolbox is in the basement. But I can smell that you’re ready…”

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