Page 128 of His Surrogate Omega

“He said we’re not leaving,” Rohan said, placing a hand on Gray’s shoulder. “And we’re not leaving until we know.”

Not once had Gray heard the smaller baby cry. “Is he breathing? Why isn’t he crying?”

“He is breathing… but his lungs are weak.”

Gray’s doctor walked over and interrupted the nurse. “Your omega was gripping the cord when he was born… and because of that he wasn’t getting enough air. Adding to our concern is the embryonic sac was tornbeforehe came out…he’s opened up to infections without that protection. But he’s in the best place right now… our pediatric doctors areexcellent. Let’s get you upstairs so you can get cleaned up and rest some. You just went through hell.”

“I won’t leave until—”

A cry came from the tiny omega. A loud wail, in fact. And after that, he kept on wailing.

Gray sagged against Rohan in relief. He looked up and saw Rohan’s smile. “Thank the gods.”

When he looked back over, he saw relief in the doctors attending the omega and knew they were likely in a better place now.

“We need to get both babes cleaned up. Weighed and measured. Check all their vitals and make sure they’re both in tip top health,” Dr. Forsythe said. “So can you hand over your second boy so they can do all that?”

Gray lifted the babe to the nurse, even though he didn’t want to hand the child over. He’d be doing that soon enough.

For good.

A sob rose up his chest as he felt the child-bond wrapping around him. Just handing the infant over for a moment had him close to whimpering.

“We’ll get you wheeled up to your room. The nurses will take good care of you… and by the time they’re done, we’ll get these little guys up to visit with you before you get some rest.”

The nurses and Rohan helped him move onto a stretcher that was rolled into the birthing room. Lying on his side, felt his body growing more and more liquid. The world was fuzzier by the second, too.

Rohan’s hand slid into his after the stretcher was wheeled out of the room.

“We did it,” he slurred… and then giggled. “They really must’a given me good drugs.”

“Starting to kick in, hmm?”

“They usually come on a little stronger once the babies are born. Which is averygood thing,” one of the nurses said. “As bad as he’d been ripped up, he needs it.”

Gray sighed. “Ripped up? I don’t feel ripped up.”

“You will later,” the nurse said with a grin.

Rohan took Gray’s hand and brought it to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss there. “You were amazing in there.”

“Yeah?” He looked up at Rohan and smiled. “I love you.”

* * * *

I love you.

Rohan froze a little inside. A piece of him wanted to revel in those words and repeat them—pronounce his love for this omega who’d just given him children.

And another part of him shamed him for wanting it. How could he be in love with two men?

I can’t.

I love Jamie… I lovemyomega.

“That’s just the drugs talking,” he murmured, trying to explain it away. Because if it was true… if Gray was in love with him… then their situation was even more pathetic.

Luckily for him, Gray soon drifted off to sleep, or so it seemed. They rolled him up to the paternity ward.

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