Page 40 of Mistletoe Omega
He moved closer and tugged me to the doorway. Then he kissed me. I sighed and pulled him tight. Once the kiss ended, my whole body felt warm and tingly. I glanced up. “You kissed me under the mistletoe.”
“Yep. This is the first time I’ve kissed an alpha under the mistletoe.” He smiled.
“And your last time.” I grimaced. “I mean… you know… kissing other alphas.”
“I figured.”
I tugged the puffy collar of his coat tighter. “You look adorable.” I kissed his nose. “You’re my little mistletoe omega.”
He smiled, dimples in his cheeks. “I am. I always will be. Because we’re gonna get hitched.”
My chest tightened. “Yep. I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.” His eyes were soft with affection. “Should we do it before the baby comes, or after?”
“I’ll marry you tomorrow if you want. It makes no difference to me, so long as it happens.”
“Let’s do it before.”
“So I can make an honest omega out of you?” I teased.
“No. Because I can’t wait to marry you.”
“Good answer.” I grinned and then pulled him in for another long kiss under the mistletoe.
Epilogue
(Eight Months Later)
Sam
“Slow down.” Graham’s voice wobbled. “You’re going to fall.”
I stared down at my giant belly as another contraction hit. “Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.” I stopped walking and tried doing my breathing techniques. Unfortunately, they didn’t help the pain, they just made me light-headed.
He put his arm around me. “Breathe in and out slooowwly.”
I scowled. “Easy for you to say.” I started walking again toward the hospital’s automatic doors. “They better give me an epidural right away or I’m going to start yelling.” I winced as another contraction came on. This one was stronger than the others. I held my stomach, and groaned, leaning on Graham. “Shit.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m right here.”
I nodded. “Okay.” It felt good to have his arm around me. I felt safe when he was with me. I couldn’t even imagine how terrified I’d have been at this moment, if I was alone.
He led me through the doors, and we paused several times as contractions came and went. The spasms were getting closer together, so I was glad we were here already. Graham had insisted we drive to the hospital the second I’d started feeling twinges. Good thing too because I had a feeling things were going to move quickly.
A male nurse checked us in, and after fifteen minutes or so I was taken to a room. They got me in a bed and hooked up a bunch of little electrodes to monitor the baby’s vital signs. Graham hovered nervously, pacing back and forth and gritting his teeth. I wanted to reassure him all was well, but I was in way too much pain. At one point, a young nurse checked my blood pressure and seemed worried.
“Have you had any issues with your pressure at any of your prenatal visits?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Nope,” I groaned. “Everything has been fine.” I winced as another contraction hit me, and I clutched my stomach.
She went and spoke to another older nurse, and then they both came over and stared at me. “You’re sure your blood pressure has been fine?” The older nurse asked.
“Yes,” I snapped, writhing on the bed. “Can you guys please get this thing out of me?” I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out. My muscles ached and my skin burned.
“We can’t send you to the operating room if your pressure is too high.” The older nurse rubbed her chin, frowning.
Graham came closer. “What’s going on?”
