“Okay, thank you for everything.” She waved, and Laird took Devon to the door to let Amy and Marissa have a moment. “Are you okay?”
“My head might explode from this headache,” Devon said with a chuckle. He held up a hand. “I know what to do, though. I will drink a ton of water and put my feet up. You just go finish your shift and then?—”
“And then I’ll come home and we’ll do couch time. You got it. Make Amy drive carefully.”
“Oh, she will. She’s great, and now that Marissa is out of danger, she’ll take it easy.”
“Okay, baby. Call me if you need me. We’ll have to take her to Montrose.”
“I know.” Devon pulled him down for a kiss. Nick, who was coming up behind them, made gagging noises.
“Be nice, or you can’t come over,” Laird told him.
Nick winked. “I’ll get the food, okay?”
“That sounds like a plan, buddy.” He took one more kissfrom Devon. “Dad will hang out to help with D’Artagnan, if you want. Just tell him what all is going on.”
“I will.” Devon patted his arm. “I promise, go on, get back to work. I know you need to take Marissa to the hospital. I’ll hope for a slow afternoon, though.”
“Up until I came to get you, it was a slow day all around. So I bet that the other team tells us to go home since we’ve had one big call. I’ll see you later.” He let Nick push him and jostle him out the door, and he didn’t have an ominous feeling or anything. He knew Devon was going to be fine, but this whole thing with Marissa had sort of wigged him out just a little bit.
Definitely time for Devon to be on family leave, where he could hang out on the couch and just call somebody if he needed help.
Even if the only person available was his dad.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Devon was going to lose his shit any minute.
He was tired of not being able to rest. He was tired of his feet feeling swollen, and he needed this baby to decide it was time. After what had gone on with Marissa, he had been afraid he was going to do the same thing, pop too early. But now, he was a week past his due date.
People were hovering. In fact, he really felt like he was never alone. Laird was there with Nick when they weren’t working.
When they were working, then it was Raven, his husband Ben, or Laird’s dad, or someone else.
Sometimes Naomi.
Sometimes one of the omega squad. Almost every omega he had helped give birth stopped by at one point or another to bring him soup or a book or to help him get up and move around if he needed to. That was very sweet.
Devon wanted his life back.
“Babe, if you don’t stop hovering over me, I’m going to beat you to death with my slipper.”
He glowered at Laird, who laughed in return, settlingdown on the couch next to him instead of trying to fuss around with his drink, and his blanket, and his book. “You can’t reach your slippers, so you don’t fool me.”
“I can kick it at you.” Although if Devon was going to do that, he should have done it before Laird sat down, when he was still in front of Devon and not on the couch next to him.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Laird put a hand on his leg. “I mean, I know what’s wrong, but is there anything I can actually do, or do you just want me to listen?”
“No. There’s nothing you can actually do. I’m bored and miserable. I don’t like this. I don’t want to have this baby anymore.” Devon chuckled softly. “I just don’t understand why he’s being so damn stubborn. I don’t want to end up being induced.”
“I read the pregnancy books for dummies. I mean, you haven’t done the nesting thing, you haven’t showed a lot of signs, and I just don’t think you’re close. Maybe you got the due date wrong.”
Devon glared at his husband. “Laird. I’m an accoucheur. It’s my job to get the due date right. Unfortunately, it’s not an exact science, but he’s turned, he’s big, he’s ready; he just needs to do it.”
“Fair enough.” Laird yawned and sank back into the couch. “So, we could watch television. I could jack you off. I know orgasms sometimes start labor…”
