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“You aren’t the greatest patient.” I kissed the side of his head, wrapping my arms around him.
We had been moved to the Labor and Delivery floor, where the beds were made wider, so an alpha could stay with their omega during and after labor. It was a much more comfortable fit for me than the prior bed had been.
There was a quick knock at the door, before Rory poked her head in. “Knock knock, are you up for visitors?”
“Where have you been?” Ronen demanded, “I’ve been here for days and you haven’t shown your face once.”
“Well, I had a good reason,” she informed him. Her head disappeared on the other side of the door, and she called, “Lo, get the door, will ya?”
Logan jumped up and held the door open, while Rory pushed Becca, in a wheelchair, into the room. In her arms, she held a pink bundle, and she beamed at Ronen.
Ronen sat up on the bed, his eyes wide, and he made grabby hands at Becca. “You had the baby!”
She grinned, “I did. So don’t give your cousin a hard time for not being here before now. We’ve been busy.”
Rory took the baby from her wife, and Becca gingerly pushed herself out of the chair. Coming over to the side of the bed, she leaned down to give Ronen a hug, whispering, “And she’s been going out of her mind with worry over Matty on top of it. Be nice, ‘kay?”
His eyes softened, and he nodded. “Have you gotten to see Matty, Rory?”
Rory nodded, keeping hereyes on Becca as she got situated back in the wheelchair. “We just saw him. He’s doing surprisingly well. The doctors think he might have some tiny natural immunity from the venom. His leg is looking really good, and there is no tissue or internal damage, which is a bit of a miracle. Though if we could be done with the snake shifters for a while, that would be great. I’ve had enough of those in my life to last for about forever.”
“Fine by me,” Ronen said, and the room at large agreed.
Rory placed the pink bundle in Ronen’s arms, and he stared down at the tiny baby.
At least, she looked tiny to me, but I knew next to nothing about babies and what sizes they came in. “It’s a girl?”
Becca beamed, her smile hadn’t left her face since she got there. “She is.”
Ronen looked up from where he had been counting her tiny fingers, “She’s beautiful.”
She really was, with her head full of dark curls, and her lovely light brown skin.
“What’s her name?” he asked.
“Geneva Mary Sinclair,” Rory said, giving Ronen a look I couldn’t decipher.
He swallowed hard, fussing with the baby’s blanket. “Geneva. After Gigi.”
Rory nodded, and Becca added, “And Mary for well, you know who that is for.”
“It seemed fitting to name her after her grandmother and great-grandmother. I know Gigi hated her real name, so we’ll probably call her Gena or Neva, or some other shortened version of it,” Rory gave Becca a look. “Though we’ll have to get Nana Maeve and your mom with thenext one.”
“Next one?” Becca raised a finger, waving it back and forth. “Slow your roll there, alpha. Let’s see how we feel about that when this one is screaming at three a.m.”
Ronen was still transfixed by the baby, and I leaned into him, kissing the side of his head. “Just think in a few months, we’ll be holding our son.”
He looked up at me, love shining in his eyes, “I can’t wait.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Ronen
August
This was bloody awful.
Whoever said giving birth was a beautiful thing was a complete wanker.
