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I was a tad bit annoyed by that statement. Did he really have to label my kid a few minutes after she was born?
At least I wasn't the only one who thought it was inappropriate. “I've seen plenty of strong-willed omegas,” Shane said, holding my hand tightly. “One of them just gave birth,” he added with a smile.
I smiled back at him, and then I forgot all about my irritation when the nurse handed my baby to me. Wrapped in a tiny pink blanket, she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. She had a bit of dark fuzz on her head and this adorable little nose.
“Is she okay?” I asked, still a bit concerned about the early birth. She didn't seem super small, though. Only small in the way all newborns were.
“Perfectly fine,” the doctor assured me. “Congratulations.”
I beamed. I couldn't help myself. My baby was with me and she was the most perfect thing in the world. From the look in Shane's eyes, he agreed with me on that point. My grin grew even wider, seeing the pride on his face.
“She looks a lot like Mary,” he said. “Only with more of you in her.”
“Yeah?” I looked more closely. “What do you think she got from me?”
“Her nose.”
I laughed. “My nose isn't that small and adorable.”
“Totally is.” He leaned down to kiss me.
“Does the little one have a name yet?” the nurse asked.
“Hope,” Shane and I said in unison. We'd decided on this a few weeks ago, when we found out the gender. I thought it fit well. After all, holding on to hope was what had gotten the both of us through the darker times of our lives. It was what had made me leave Goldstone, what made me get back up on my feet after the sex tape scandal. Ultimately, hope was what had led me here, to Shane.
And I couldn't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be.
I didn’t even care that this story was going to be all over the media the next day. Fuck the media.
I was far too happy to care.
In a way, I guess, I was finally free.
Epilogue
SHANE
Approximately three monthsafter my youngest daughter’s birth, omega day was upon us again. This year, I decided to go all out. Rather than in silent mourning, I wanted to spend the day in celebration of the omegas in my life. My son and my mate deserved to be spoiled, and Ron deserved to be remembered with a smile.
I sneaked out of bed early and decorated the kitchen by hanging a bright blueHappy Omega Daybanner over the table and putting colorful streamers next to it.
When I was nearly done, Mary walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“We’re having a party today,” I told her.
“A party?” Her face lit up so brightly I might as well have told her Christmas was coming early this year.
“Yes, a party.”
“I want ice cream!”
“Sure thing, princess.” I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “But not for breakfast. Now run and wake the others.” She grinned almost devilishly, the way only little girls could. Sometimes she enjoyed ripping everyone from their slumber a bittoomuch, but I let her loose anyway.
Not like the quiet of the morning would have lasted much longer in any case. We did have a newborn in the house.
A few minutes after Mary shrieked everyone awake, Conner came down, followed by his dog and then Kade entered the kitchen, carrying Hope.
