Chapter Twenty-Two
Lars
We had a daughter. Her name was Stella Rae and she had already captured our hearts.
“She’s so beautiful,” William murmured. He held our baby close to his chest but his eyelids were drooping lower and lower.
“Can I hold her, mate? You’re tired. You worked hard.”
He nodded. “I don’t want to miss a second.”
“I know, but you need rest. I promise to stay right here next to the bed with her.”
He reluctantly handed her over, and his protectiveness of our pup made me love him even more.
I pulled the rocking chair over and sat next to him. He reached out and put one hand on her head. Goddess, he was going to be the best father in the whole world.
“Hello, Stella. I’m your papa. We’ve been waiting for you to come. You and your daddy are so loved by me. I’d do anything for you.” I spoke all the encouraging and loving words I could think of to our new daughter. I would every day.
She grunted a bit, and William woke up almost instantly. “She’s hungry.”
“Ah, that’s what that sound is.”
I handed her to him. William was a natural at chest-feeding her. He needed no help or assistance, like he had been doing it for years.
“When can we go home?” he asked.
“Not too soon. Let’s not rush it. I want to make sure the both of you are ready before we leave. I know it’s not home but if we need the extra time here, then that’s what we will do, okay? Can I get you anything?”
He laughed. “Fast food. Fries. Milkshake. I’ve been eating so healthy for Stella, but Daddy needs a burger.”
“There’s no protest from me. I can have it delivered.”
That night, Stella was asleep in my arms. William was asleep in the bed after the biggest burger and fries I could get.
This moment was my dream come true. Everything I’d wished for. Cried over. Lamented would never come. It was happening, in this moment.
I had my omega.
My daughter.
A happy home.
What else could an alpha ask for?