Epilogue
WALT
The weekend dragged on, with Trey slowly tidying up every nook and cranny of our home. He was a whirlwind of restless energy, but his swollen belly made it hard for him to do everything at the pace he wanted. He organized bookshelves and fluffed pillows for the umpteenth time before I finally had enough.
"Come on, babe.” I held out my hand to him as he passed in front of me. Again. "You've been at it all day. Why don't you take a break? I loved that my omega, round with our child, was still finding ways to nest and fuss over our home, but he needed to rest.
Trey hesitated as his hands ran over the back of the couch like he was contemplating one last adjustment. Then the call of the cushions won out and he slowly lowered himself onto the couch beside me. His eyes fluttered shut almost immediately.
I held him to my side as his chest rose and fell from sheer exhaustion. Even the air around him seemed to sigh with relief.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched him. Lately, he was never so peaceful as he was when he was asleep. With the baby coming any day now, his body was stretched to its limits…and so was his patience.
I grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over his legs. It wasn’t cold, but a cozy blanket was always nice during a nap.
Only a few minutes passed before Trey winced and then he jerked upright. His hand instinctively landed on his belly, and his fingers pressed against a hard spot. “Oh.”
"Everything alright?" I kept my voice calm, not wanting to startle him from his half-sleep but also nervous about what was happening.
He nodded, but the discomfort showing on his face didn’t go away. His breath hitched when he shifted in an attempt to find a better position. But it was no use. The cramps had a grip on him now, and when he doubled over again, I knew it was time to take control of the situation.
"Let me help you up." I stood up and pulled Trey into my arms. “We’ll call the?—”
Before I could finish my sentence, the unmistakable sound of fluids hitting the floor shocked us both. There was no mistaking it now. Our daughter was on her way whether we were ready or not.
And for the record, I was not.
"Okay, babe. We’ve got this." My words were more to myself than to Trey. My pulse quickened with anticipation, and I wondered if I was strong enough to get Trey through this. He was the strong one. He was brave and curious and always ready to explore.
I could do this. I would do this. For Trey and our daughter. Without another thought, I scooped Trey up in my arms and took him straight out to the car.
The drive to the hospital took longer than it should have. Each traffic light seemed to be timed to turn red just as we approached. Didn’t the universe know we were in a hurry?
Trey clutched at my hand, his grip fierce despite the waves of pain washing over him. “You’ve got this, babe. You’re so strong. Just a little while longer and you’ll have our baby in your arms.”
He nodded and did some of the breathing exercises he’d learned in birthing class.
We didn't speak much so he could focus on bringing our baby safely into the world.
Before long, hospital corridors beckoned, while nurses moved around us efficiently, guiding us to the delivery room where Trey would bring our daughter out and into my arms. The nurses praised him for his calm demeanor and commented on the speed at which he progressed through labor.
Despite having absolutely nothing to do with the process, my heart swelled with pride at how amazing my omega was.
He pushed a few times when the doctor told him to, and before I could really stress out, she was here. Our baby girl came out crying and throwing fists as if she were just as pissed to be woken up from her nap as Trey was.
They placed her onto Trey's chest, and the pure joy painted across his face was beyond words. Her tiny fingers grasped at the air before finding purchase around his pinky, claiming her daddy just as quickly as I did.
"Look at her, Walt." Trey’s voice was laced with awe and adoration. "She's perfect."
Indeed, she was. And as tiny as she was, there was a fierce spark already lighting up her eyes. She was ours, made from our love.
I stared down at her sweet little face until a name came to me. "Let's call her Danika."
"Danika." Trey tested the name against his lips and then nodded. "Yeah, it suits her."
That moment with the three of us together for the first time felt like the completion of some cosmic puzzle. All the pieces of our lives clicked into place at once.
The secrets we kept for the sake of family and safety didn’t even seem to matter anymore. All that mattered to me was the tiny sleeping girl and her daddy.
"Welcome to the world, Danika." My finger was encircled by her impossibly small hand.
I looked at my mate and my daughter and a sense of peace settled over me. This was right, this was us. A mafia alpha, an omega romance novelist, and our newborn baby girl. No, it wasn’t the start of a dumb joke. It was the start of an amazing life. One I wouldn’t ever take for granted.
"I love you, both. Forever," Trey murmured as if reading my thoughts.
"Forever," I agreed, sealing the promise with a kiss to each of their foreheads.
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