Page 82 of My Omega's Baby
Trina laughed and mopped the doctor’s sweaty brow. “Now you can add mountainside deliveries to your resume.”
He frowned. “No, thank you. This was a onetime deal. I hope.”
“Shall I call for the stretcher?” Trina asked, packing away some things into a black bag. “Thomas and Kyle are on standby.”
“Yes.” Dr. Peters nodded. “Hand me that antibiotic syringe while you’re at it.” He glanced around at the trees. “This is hardly the optimum setting for surgery.”
Dr. Peters gave Blade the shot, and then he took the baby from us and handed him to Trina. “You go on ahead and clean and check over the baby. I want to stay with Blade until we get him down the mountain.”
I met the doctor’s gaze. “Everything is okay, right?”
“As far as I know. But we cut it pretty close. I just want to be sure he’s safe before I leave him.”
I took Blade’s hand. “Okay.” I was glad Dr. Peters didn’t take anything for granted. It reassured me he had things under control.
Two burly men came trotting up the hill, passing Trina on the way down. They stopped in front of us, breathing hard, and one of them had a stretcher tucked under his muscled arm. “Ready to transport the patient down the hill?”
“Yes, Kyle. Thank you,” Dr. Peters said. He turned to me. “We’ll want to keep an eye out for any fever that’s over a hundred and one. If he seems breathless or mentally out of it, that could be of concern. I’ll look him over at the clinic, but you’ll be the one really watching him at home.”
I nodded. “Okay.” I was a little nervous, even though I knew Trina was going to help me with the baby. She’d reassured me of that days ago since we’d known all along Blade would have a C-section and not much help for a week or so.
“I feel fine,” Blade groused. “I’m just tired.”
“You’re going to feel like you were run over by a truck in a few hours.” Dr. Peters laughed gruffly. “You’re going to be very sore at the site of the incision.”
“Awesome.” Blade shot me a scowl. “How come I get all the fun?”
“Because if I’d have had to go through all of this, I’d have wimped out three months ago.” I touched his cheek.
He smiled. “No way. Not you.”
Kyle and Thomas surrounded Blade, and they transferred him from the tarp to the stretcher. Then they lifted him with loud grunts and took off down the hill. I followed, having to hurry to keep up, and Dr. Peters trotted after us.
I met his calm gaze. “I don’t know how to thank you, Doc.”
“It was a team effort.”
I blew out an exhausted breath and shook my head. “There was a moment there when I really thought I was going to lose everything.” I swallowed against the lump in my throat.
He gave me an empathetic look, and he squeezed my shoulder. “But you didn’t. Your family is safe.”
A warm glow went through me, and I nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. So long as Blade is healthy, the only other huge hurdle facing me is fighting with him over what to name the baby.”
Dr. Peters chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
Epilogue
Blade
“What about Peter? You know, in honor of Dr. Peters?” I smiled down at our baby, my heart squeezing when I studied his little round face.
“It’s just such a grown-up name for a baby.” Wyatt rubbed his chin. “What about Mason?”
I scrunched my face. “Nah.”
“Ethan?”
“Nope.”
