Page 25 of Beneath His Alpha's Wings
“Isn’t he with Teddy?” Lucas asked.
Shit. Yes. Avery hadn’t been able to come check on Lucas because Teddy had started having complications. I didn’t know much, but I knew Avery was crashing at the Silvanus house 24/7 and that Teddy had been, and would be, on bed rest until he delivered the baby.
But Avery had told me to call him when it was time. I relayed that to Lucas who seemed to feel better.
I waited until Lucas was sitting up again and breathing normally. Faking calm, while inwardly freaking out was taking all that I had. Doing it as this got worse was not going to be easy.
“Are you going to call Avery?” Lucas asked.
“Yes!” I cried. “Can I help you back to bed first?”
He stood slowly. “I’m fine. I can get there.”
Nevertheless, I took his arm and helped guide him until he was settled back down. Then, I grabbed my phone and called. No answer.
Shit.
I called again. And again. Voicemail every time.
“Avery!” I snapped after yet another voicemail. “It’s Kessel. Call me right away!”
I considered calling Nolan, but he was protecting Adam. For all I knew, the feral shifter was out there watching. If Nolan came here and accidently led Knash to Lucas…
I was on my own. I rushed back to the bathroom for some towels and got Lucas settled in, trying to act much calmer than I felt.
“Kessel,” Lucas said, as I paced the room yet again. “It will be okay. People have had babies for eons.”
He said it so calmly. How could he? He hadn’t even known men could get pregnant three months ago. I sighed and joined him on the bed.
“What can I do to help you?” He snuggled in closer, his breath uneven. “Should I boil water?”
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears, tears my strong omega was holding back, for my sake. Tears or not, I gently ran a finger under his eye, silently letting him know he could cry.
“Boil water? For what?” he asked.
“I don’t know. They always do that in the movies.” It had to be necessary, right?
“To keep the dad busy?” He blinked up at me a small smile on his face.
“Oh.” How many generations of fathers thought boiled water was an ingredient to a happy birth?
“A movie?” I offered instead.
We channel flicked a bit, then settled on a Hallmark movie marathon, because everything is sunshine and roses in them and we so needed sunshine and roses. It was soon clear this was not a drill. Each contraction grew stronger and the next followed faster. Thanks to our bond each contraction rocked me. I couldn’t imagine how bad it was for him.
“Turn it off,” he shouted as we both reeled during his strongest contraction yet. “I need to concentrate.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I bounded off the bed and to the TV, forgetting all about the remote. Shit, if I couldn’t remember remotes existed, how the hell was I going to be present enough to help him deliver our baby?
“Thank you.” My omega was sweating terribly.
“That one was bad,” I said. He nodded. “Tell me what to do.”
“Stay with me.” He pointed to the bathroom, “maybe get a wet washcloth first?”
I was back in a flash with the washcloth.
“And ice?”
