Page 127 of His Surrogate Omega

“I can see a head,” the doctor yelled. “One more good push and we’ll get those shoulders!”

Gray paused a second and drew in a breath before bearing down again. He felt as if he was being ripped apart… and then moments later, he felt a let up and something sliding from him.

“Baby number one is here!” the nurse at his side said.

“I want to see him,” Gray said, trying to turn around.

“In a moment,” the doctor said. “We still have one more baby to deliver.”

Gray looked up at Rohan—and could see concern on his face as he looked to the other side of the room. “Is he okay?”

Rohan forced a smile to his face. “Perfect.”

He sensed there was something wrong. “Liar,” he spat seconds before another pain hit. He was already exhausted. There was nothing left in him to birth the bigger boy. “Gods… can’t you just take him out?”

“I’ll do what I can,” the doctor said. “But I need your help.”

“Come on, Gray… you can do it,” Rohan said before pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I can’t,” Gray cried, his body shaking.

“Yes, you can,” Rohan said. “You have to… don’t you want Jamie to see these beautiful babies you’ve made?”

Gray lifted his stare to Rohan. “Yes.”

“Then let’s go.” Rohan smiled.

“Gimme a push!” the doctor said behind him.

Gray summoned everything he had in him and bore down. Again, he felt ripped open. The second babe was bigger than his twin… and would tear Gray all the more. The pain was excruciating… and he didn’t know where the strength came from to push the huge boy from his body.

But he did.

Later, when Gray heard the child wailing, he collapsed to the bed and cried himself—a mixture of pain, joy, love, and sadness welling within him unchecked.

He barely felt the doctor finishing things up and closing his womb. He’d learned all about the many stiches he’d have and how careful he would need to be for many weeks after the birth, but it was a distant thought in his mind.

A tiny tot all wrapped up in a blanket was laid beside him and nestled into his arms. Gray smiled down at the babe, more tears coming. When he looked up, he saw Rohan had a fresh shine to his eyes, as well.

He checked the boy over, counted the toes and fingers, and then looked about.

“Where’s the other baby?”

Rohan’s face tightened. “They’re still working on him.”

Gray lifted his head and saw the tiny omega in an incubator, several doctors working over the still child.

No.

Oh dear gods, no.

Gray sat up, holding one babe.

“We’ll get you two up to a room now,” one of the nurses said as he tried to take the alpha babe from Gray’s arms.

“No,” Gray said, moving his arm out of the way. “We won’t leave until we know he’s okay.”

“It’s best if the doctors have the space they need to take care of him,” the nurse said.

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