Page 42 of Give Me You
When the meeting finally ends, everyone files out except Liam, Akira, and Otto. Otto gives me a proud smile. "Well done. You've got them right where you want them."
"Thanks," I say, satisfaction warming my chest. "Now we just need to keep it that way."
"We will," Otto assures me before leaving to handle his other duties. “Your parents would have been so proud seeing what you’ve done to this place.”
Standing up, I stretch my back. The baby seems to be pressing against my spine today, making everything ache. Headingtoward my office, I'm ready to sit down and maybe put my feet up for a bit. The morning was productive, but exhausting.
Akira follows me, and I hear the sound of his belt being worked off before we even reach the door. Turning around, I see him grinning at me with that predatory look that makes my stomach flip. A giggle escapes me despite my attempt to stay composed.
"Do you need something, Alpha?" I ask, playing innocent.
"Yeah, you," Akira says, his voice dropping lower. "I would rather like to fuck my Omega right now. That okay?"
Heat floods through me at the possessive words. My Omega.Like I belong to him completely. And maybe I do. Maybe I belong to both of them in ways I never thought I'd belong to anyone. "Do you want me to keep the panties on? I wore the orange ones."
Akira lets out a huge growl, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Don't you dare take them off."
Laughing, Akira reaches for me, the door barely closing before his hands are on me, spinning me around and pressing me against the desk. His mouth finds mine, hungry and demanding, and I melt into the kiss.
The door opens again, and Liam strides in. "Me next!" he calls out, his playful tone dripping with heat.
"You'll have to wait your turn," Akira growls against my lips, not breaking the kiss.
"Worth it," Liam says, settling onto the couch to watch.
Emilio
Two months later, I'm lying in a hospital bed feeling like I just got hit by a truck. Every muscle in my body aches, my entire lower half is numb from the epidural, and I'm pretty sure I screamed words at Liam and Akira that I'll be apologizing for later. But none of that matters right now. Because my baby is here. He's real. He's perfect.Quentin is here.
The baby is gorgeous, with a full head of dark hair and the tiniest fingers I've ever seen. His eyes are closed right now, but when they opened briefly a few minutes ago, they were blue. Thenurse said they might change color over the next few months, but right now they're the most beautiful blue I've ever seen. He's small but healthy, weighing in at seven pounds three ounces. The doctors said everything looks perfect, that he's strong and breathing well and all the things they check for.
And really, that’s all that matters, Liam stealing Quentin from me so I can have a break. The look on the Alpha’s face is something I'll remember forever. Pure joy mixed with wonder and a little bit of terror. He cradles Quentin against his chest like he's the most precious thing in the world. Which he is. Quentin is everything I’ve been working so hard for and I can’t believe I finally accomplished the thing I set out to do.
Become a daddy.
"He's so small," Liam murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Look at his hands."
Akira stands beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly. He hasn't let go since the contractions started getting serious, staying by my side through every moment of the labor. Even when I screamed at him that this was all his and Liam's fault, that I was never having sex with either of them again, that they could both go to hell. He just held my hand tighter and told me I was doing great.
"You're gorgeous," Akira purrs, and it takes me a second to realize he's talking to me, not the baby. His other hand comes up to brush sweaty hair off my forehead. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous."
"I'm a mess," I protest weakly, but his words make something warm bloom in my chest.
"You just gave birth to our son," Akira says firmly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
The possessiveness in the word our makes my breath catch. Our son. Not Liam's son, not my son. Ours. All three of us, a family in every way that matters. The thought makes tears prickat my eyes, hormones probably making me more emotional than usual. It didn’t take Akira long at all to hop onto the train, saying that this was going to be our family and that he would be by my side every step of the way.
The way I thought about Alphas has been all turned around by these two.
Akira reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. "I got you a little something. To make this official."
Confusion must show on my face because he smiles, that soft smile he only ever gives me. "What do you mean?"
"I want to make you mine. Ours, officially. Legally," Akira says, opening the box to reveal a ring. It's gorgeous, a simple band with three stones set into it. Sapphire, emerald, and diamond, representing all three of us.
My heart pounds in my chest, faster than it has any right to after the marathon of labor. The heart monitor attached to my chest starts beeping and I have to take several breaths to calm myself to keep the doctors from rushing back in here.
Ever since my brother and Charles were sentenced two months ago, I've been feeling loved and cared for. The mountain of evidence the officers found once they started looking revealed way more than I ever thought. Zaden has his hands way deeper into corruption than what seemed possible, his gig ‘working with the police’ just a cover to set up the stage for what he thought would be his victory. In the end it became his demise, including the plot to get rid of River. Charles carried out but Zaden had approved it, neither of them able to talk their way out of the charges slapped on them. With them gone, I've been free to build the club I always wanted. Free to focus on my pregnancy, on my Alphas, on creating a life that makes me happy.
