Page 58 of His Pretty Omega
Alex noted the time on the phone in his hand, “I called Naomi. She wants you to call her and give her specifics I couldn’t tell her. She told me to change the sheets, which I did, and said I could go ahead and put the rubber pad on when I remake it, or I can wait. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to wait until you were closer to delivery? And to get the tub filled if you want to get in it.”
“Babe,” shutting the water off, I took the towel he handed me and wrapped it around me, “that’s exactly what I told you to do.”
He gave me a startled look. “You did?”
He helped me out of the tub, making sure I didn’t lose my balance. Giving him a quick peck on his cheek, I snickered, “Yeah. Drink that coffee.”
I nodded towards the steaming cup he had sat on the vanity. “I need you awake and engaged. Though,” yawning loudly, I padded back to the bedroom, “we might be able to get some more sleep.”
“Sleep?” he squeaked, trailing after me and picking up the towel I had let fall to the floor. “You expect me to sleep now? You’re in labor!”
Sighing as I slid back into the now freshly made-up bed, I rubbed a hand over my belly. “I’m going to be in labor for a while.”
Reaching for my phone, I dialed Naomi, who answered on the first ring, sounding way more awake and cheerful than anyone should at three in the morning.
“Alex says today’s the day,” she said happily.
“Finally,” I told her. “This baby is in no hurry.”
“How far apart are your contractions and intensity?”
“About ten minutes, lasting about forty-five seconds, in between a four and a five,” I relayed to her. “Not bad yet, though they are starting in my back which isn’t a good time. I’m going to try to get some more sleep before I call Bennett.”
“Sounds good,” I could almost see her nodding her head of dark curls over the phone. “Feel free to get in the tub when you want. Call me when your contractions hit seven minutes apart. Sooner if you feel like things start moving quickly. You know your body, so if you think something is happening, don’t hesitate to call even if your contractions are still farther apart.”
“I will,” I promised. We went over a couple more things before ending the call.
Alex sipped his coffee, listening to my side of the conversation. He took my hand in his free one when I put my phone back on the nightstand, giving it a squeeze. “I’m nervous.”
Smirking, I nodded, “I know. I’m fine. The baby is fine. It’s going to be awhile, so I need you to relax.”
“I’m worried,” he admitted, not for the first time. “I trust Naomi knows what she’s doing, but…are you sure you won’t consider going to the hospital?”
Shaking my head, I wiggled around until I was lying on my pillow. “What did you do with my pregnancy pillow?”
He looked around the room, spotting the pillow on the armchair. Retrieving it, he helped me get it situated.
“And no,” I said, answering his question. “I really want to do this at home.”
We’d had this same conversation numerous times over the past months.
Cupping his cheek where he was still bending over me, I gave him another smile, hoping if I kept smiling and stayed chill, he would relax.
“I can’t explain why I want to do it this way, just that I know I do. Look, hospitals are great, I’m a nurse for Pete’s sake. But they aren’t conducive to calm. I want calm right now. Ineedcalm. I need to be in my space, our space. It’s why I told my mom she had to stay home until after I delivered. I love her to death, but I think she would make me nervous. Same way with your family. Love them todeath, but that is way too many people that would be crowded in here. That is not calm.”
It was true, I had come to know and love Alex’s huge, wonderful family. But there were a lot of strong, opinionated alphas and omegas, and I just didn’t need that energy today.
“I’m enough chaos, but I want our baby to come into this world with as much peace around them as possible. I promise, if at any point, Naomi says we need to go to the hospital, I won’t argue. Okay? We’ll go. And Finn is on standby. He’s a phone call away if she needs to call him to assist here. I’m not opposed to that either.”
Alex stared into my eyes for what felt like a full minute. “You promise? No brattiness? No temper tantrum? No being stubborn just because you can? If she says we need to go to the hospital, we go.”
“I promise,” leaning up, I captured his lips in a soft kiss, then pulled away as the beginning of another contraction began. The pain was definitely starting in my back and radiating forward.
“Fucking back labor,” I moaned, closing my eyes and breathing through it until it was over. “Back labor can suck my dick.”
“Still ten minutes apart,” Alex told me, chuckling at my commentary.
“Yep,” patting the empty spot next to me, I indicated for him to come back to bed. “Let’s try to get some sleep.”
