"None of you can pick me up. None of you can fight me." Not that I would ever lay a hand on any of them. I didn’t have a death wish. Plus, they were my closest friends, and they had their own self-defense training. I wouldn’t be surprised if they could hold their own in a fight with me. It wasn’t something I wanted to find out.
Joey must’ve realized I was all bark and no bite, because he rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "Are you gonna disobey a direct order from the boss?"
"Joey, I respect you very much, but Andro is the boss, not you."
He bent down so we were eye to eye. "Do you want me to call him?"
I held his gaze for a long time. Fuck. He had me there. If Joey called Andro, then I was definitely getting a lecture.
I was not gonna pull Andro into this. And besides, these contractions were getting closer. One was rippling through my back as we spoke.
"Fine." I pushed myself to my feet. "But I'm walking there myself."
I took one step and then hissed in surprise as pain shot through my limbs.
"Oh, damn." I put a hand on my lower belly, holding it up. "That hurts. There's so much pressure. I feel like I'm carrying a cinder block. Fuck!" I shouted out in surprise, and the pain intensified to a burn that seemed to radiate from my core.
Connor chuckled. "Yep, I remember that feeling. They call it the Ring of Fire."
"Who came up with that dumb fucking name?" I groaned loudly while holding on to my stomach as if I could pick it up and keep the pressure from radiating through my back.
"How long have you been sitting there?" Joey asked.
"I don't know. I started the meditation music an hour or so ago.”
“Come on, let's get you to the hospital wing."
As we walked, the pain scaled back, thankfully, and I was able to walk there on my own without assistance.
Inside the hospital room, the doctor greeted me. It had been the same doctor all throughout my pregnancy
"Are we going to be stubborn and wait for the alpha father to arrive?" Dr. Nindy asked.
I nodded. "Indeed, we are. Dom will be here to see his child born. I will not be having the child till then. I will close my legs."
Dr. Nindy snorted. "That's not how it works, dear, but I do think you have quite a while."
"See? I didn't need to come down so soon. Should I go back to my room?" Actually, I definitely wasn’t moving. In fact, I was already removing my clothes in preparation of putting on the gown the other omegas had gifted me.
"No, you definitely should not. I'd like to get a monitor on you to make sure the baby is doing all right."
"They just kicked me,” I said.
“That's a good sign, but we still need you on the bed. Let's go."
Cord, Felik, and Joey left the room to give me privacy. I really was lucky to have them. I’d never had omega friends…or any friends. Until meeting Dom, my life had been mostly solitude.
Some days, I had to kick the omegas out of my space so I could get that solitude back. Temporarily, of course.
I changed into the hospital gown quickly. I had my robe wrapped around when the door burst open. “Did I miss it?”
Dom’s voice washed over me like soft waves on the shore smoothing out the disruption to the sand. “No, baby. You’re just in time.”
He came to my side in an instant. Just as he went to touch me, Dr. Nindy shouted. “Wash your hands and get a surgical gown on.”
My brow furrowed. “Do you think I’ll need a C-section?”
“No. I just know he’s been on a plane, and I need this area to be clean. So go get clean.”
