Epilogue
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Giving birth was as terrifying as I thought it would be, but also even more miraculous than I could have imagined.
I couldn’t stop staring at the flawless, squishy face of the baby asleep in my arms.
Thirteen hours of labor, but every single second of it was worth it.
He was worth it.
He was perfect in every way.
It didn’t matter to me how he presented when he was older.
He would always be my precious little boy.
My Griffith.
“Who knew one baby could be so perfect,” Viktor said softly, and I finally glanced away from our son to smile at him, no longer amazed at how in sync we were after a month of spending as much time as possible together.
I now understood what unconditional love meant.
It wasn’t a fairy tale or something that only other people got to experience.
It was mine.
Viktor gave it to me, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt he would give it to our son as well.
He would show him how to be a good and kind man who cared for others.
And if he did present as an Alpha when he went through puberty, I knew that my sweet Alpha would teach him how to be careful with his bigger size and stronger body and how to pamper and care for any future Omegas in his life.
He would be an impeccable role model.
And as far as I was concerned, he was the world’s best mate.
“He is perfect, isn’t he?” I said softly and gently brushed my fingers across his downy cheek.
For the first hour of his life, Griffith had screamed and cried nonstop.
When I’d finally gotten to feed him, nourishing him with my body, he’d fallen quiet, suckling until he’d drifted off to sleep with a full belly.
I hadn’t been able to stop looking at him ever since.
Viktor and I sat quietly together.
He was as close to my hospital bed as he could get without actually sitting on it, chair pulled up close and leaning forward, one of his huge hands resting on my leg on top of the blankets, keeping us connected.
Every once in a while, he would brush the pads of his fingers over Griffith’s head, run his hand down his arm, touch each of his tiny fingers with his own mammoth ones.
The clear adoration on his face would have stolen my heart if I hadn’t already willingly given it to him.
“You make beautiful babies,” Viktor said after a while, smiling at me and caressing my face that time.
“I think so too,” I agreed, my eyes nearly fluttering shut in exhaustion as well as utter contentment.
“We’re definitely going to have to make some more.”
That scowly face I loved so much slackened with shock, and he shook his head and smiled.
“I know that’s the hormones talking, but we can definitely consider it if you still want to in a few months.”
It may have been the hormones a little bit, but I knew that my desire to give my sweet Alpha as many babies as his large frame could carry wouldn’t fade with time.
But I was willing to wait.
We had the rest of our lives together, after all.
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