Page 90 of Omega in Hiding

“Okay,” I whimper, nervous because the pain is slowly coming back. I grip Paolo’s hand tightly and he gives me a reassuring smile.

“You’re doing well, love,” he whispers. “Just think, our baby will be here any second.”

Excitement thrills through me because he’s right. I’m not just here to be tortured. I’m here to deliver our child. Our child. Mine and Paolo’s. I grin and nod, squeezing his hand.

Okay, Connor,” Dr. Martinez says, watching a monitor. “When this next contraction comes, I want you to give me a big push. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I say quietly, praying I can. My stomach cramps and my body seems to almost sneeze and I groan loudly.

“Now, Connor. Give me a nice big push right now,” Dr. Martinez says.

I obey his orders, sweat covering my entire body as I strain to get the baby out of my body. I’m trembling and exhausted from hours of being in the hospital. But I’m also ecstatic that the day has finally arrived. The baby made it all the way to term, despite what the naysayers told me.

“Push, Connor,” Dr. Martinez says gruffly. “Come on, you’re almost there.”

“You can do this, Connor,” Paolo says softly. “You’re so brave and strong. I fucking love you.”

I smile up at him, but then the pain hits me again and I groan and pant, feeling anxious. “I’m not sure I can do it.” The pain burns between my legs, and I’m scared I’m going to wimp out.

Paolo leans in and whispers, “I’m your alpha and I say you can do this. Listen to my voice, Connor. The baby is coming and it’s up to you to help it get to us. Push, honey, push.”

I hold his gaze, gasping against the pain. But his voice sinks into me, and I nod. “Okay. Okay. I can do this.”

“That’s right. Just listen to the doctor and focus on the baby.” He smiles at me and he has tears in his eyes. “The baby is almost here, Connor.”

I start crying and nodding at the same time. “I can do this,” I whimper.

“Yes, you can.” Paolo nods.

“Push now, Connor.” Dr. Martinez is focused on the area between my legs. “The baby’s head is starting to crown. Come on, Connor, we’re almost there.”

“Oh, God,” I groan, straining my muscles to do what I need to do. “It hurts.”

“It’s okay, Connor.” Paolo says softly.

Dr. Martinez says, "One more big push, Connor. You’re almost there."

I give one huge final push, and I hear the cry of a baby. The cry is strong and it fills the room. Both Paolo and I are crying and laughing at the same time. Paolo kisses my tears away, and he hugs me as best he can from his angle.

Dr. Martinez holds the squirming baby as a nurse clamps the umbilical cord. “Do you want to cut the cord, Paolo?” the doctor asks.

Paolo nods and goes to the foot of the bed. He takes the surgical scissors the nurse hands him, and he cuts through the cord. “This is harder than I thought it would be,” he mutters.

“You’re telling me,” I say and the nurses all laugh.

Once the cord is cut, one of the nurses takes the baby to a nearby warming table for a more thorough examination. The warming table is equipped with a heat lamp to keep the baby warm, and it’s surrounded by necessary medical tools.

Nurse Evelyn says, "We’re just going to check your baby’s weight, length, and overall health. It’ll only take a few minutes. Then you’ll be able to hold him."

“Him,” I repeat, meeting Paolo’s gaze. “It’s aboy.”

Dr. Martinez laughs. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you the sex of the baby.” He sounds embarrassed. “I’ve delivered so many babies today, I’m getting mixed up.”

Paolo kisses me and we smile at each other. “We have a son,” he says softly.

“I can’t believe he’s finally here.”

“You did so great, Connor. I’m so damn proud of you.” He touches my cheek.

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