“What?” Marc and Wes yelled in unison.
“You’re gonna have to push again, Wes.”
The omega shook his head. “I-I can’t do it again. I’m so tired.” The tears ran down his cheeks, and Marcellus growled low in his throat.
“Isn’t it too dangerous to push him?”
For once, Cameron glared at his son, and Marcellus moved back on instinct. “What’s dangerous is for him not to push this pup out. Stop letting your emotions get the best of you. Grab your daughter, lie her on the bed, and help him through this.”
“Yes, papa.”
Marcellus collected himself and did as he was told. His papa was all business when it came to babies. He laid the girl down and quickly took Wes’ hand. With his free hand, he touched and soothed their daughter as Wes started to push again.
It took a little longer than the first, but eventually, they heard that blessed cry again, and it was over. Wes plopped back against the pillow. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. Marcellus quickly kissed all over his face and neck.
“You did so good, my love. So good.”
“Congratulations you two.” Cameron handed over their second child and smiled. “You have a beautiful little boy.”
Cameron worked on Wes while Marcellus cuddled and kissed him and their babies. Wes held his hands out, and Marcellus carefully placed their babies in his arms. He smiled. They both quieted down right away as Wes whispered to them and kissed them.
“What are you going to name them?” Cameron asked and smiled up at them.
“I was thinking Alia for a girl.” Wes smiled and glanced at Marcellus. “What do you think?”
“I love it.” He nodded to their son. “What about him?”
Wes smiled. “You can pick his name.”
Marcellus thought about it for a minute. “I actually love the name Oliver.”
The omega beamed up at him. “Oliver it is then.” He smiled down at the babies. “Hello, Alia and Oliver.”
Marcellus ran a hand over his babies’ heads. “I love both of you already.” He smiled at Wes. “And I loveyou.”
Their lips met and moved together softly. Marcellus had so much planned for his little family. He couldn’t be more grateful that his fated mate was Wes.
Epilogue
Wes
“Come on,” Wes cooed. “Put your little foot in your pants please.”
Alia stuck out her tongue as usual, and the wet spit bubbles went everywhere. Wes figured it was the baby equivalent of ‘Fuck off.’ Wes shook his head and continued to try to get her dressed.
“Are you almost done?” Marcellus called. “We’re supposed to be meeting your mom in ten minutes!”
“You say that like Oliver isn’t squirming all over the place and... Oh, fucking hell!”
Wes tilted his head. He quickly picked up Alia and walked over to the other changing station. Marcellus stared at him, and Wes noticed the wet spot on his mate’s salmon shirt. He stifled a laugh.
“He got you. Again.”
“I am never having a boy again,” Marcellus pointed at Wes. “Next time, make me all girls.”
Wes’ mouth dropped open. “I can’t control that! Wait, did you just say next time?”
Marcellus tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. “Of course. I want a few more of these little brats. Don’t you?”
