Chapter 41
Alex
This can’t be normal. I’ve never really paid much attention to pregnant women other than my mom, and I was a kid myself.
Even the books I devoured through the years didn’t really mention someone throwing up what sure as hell seems like more than their own weight in one evening.
Is something wrong with the pregnancy? Is something wrong with Hudson?
Both send a rush of fear crashing into my heart and I know the moment my phone begins to ring in the other room my mates feel it, too.
I don’t want to leave my spot behind Hudson. It feels as though the moment I move away he’ll get worse.
Irrational. I’m being irrational.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to him as he rests his head on the arm he’s using as a pillow on top of the toilet seat.
I would rather he be in bed, but I know he’s afraid he’ll simply have to get back up to puke again.
Sprinting from the room, I grab my phone and run back into the bathroom as I answer it and put it to my ear.
“What’s wrong?” Desmond asks the second he hears my voice.
“Hudson’s sick. I’m assuming it’s morning sickness, but…I don’t remember reading about this much vomiting in all those books you ordered us.”
It has also been quite a while since any of us cracked them open after waiting a decade for an omega to carry a child for us.
“What do you mean?” Des asks.
I can hear Mason muttering something in the background, but I’m too focused on Hudson to bother attempting to make out his words.
It only takes a few seconds to explain how sick Hudson is, how much he’s vomited, and how pale he looks.
At least he hasn’t puked in the last ten minutes. I’m hoping this wave is over.
“Morning sickness isn’t literally only in the morning, but that seems like extreme. You think he needs to see a doctor?”
“No,” Hudson croaks. Guess he can hear Des over the line.
“I don’t know. He’s saying no, but he looks terrible.”
“Thanks,” Hudson croaks.
When he lifts his head and attempts to push to his feet, he sways, and I almost drop the phone to keep him steady.
Wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder, I make sure he’s steady on his feet as he makes his way to the sink, brushes his teeth, then rinses his mouth with water.
“Hold on a second,” I say, setting the phone on the counter so I can scoop my omega into my arms and carry him back to bed.
After pulling the blanket up to his chin, I rush back into the bathroom for the phone, glass of water that Hudson hasn’t touched, and the wet washcloth to dab at the sweat beading on his forehead.
“I’m back. He’s saying no to the doctor, but I’m staying overnight. I’m taking my first official personal day to stay with him tomorrow. I don’t feel right leaving him alone right now.”
There’s some muttering again and then what sounds like static as the phone is passed to Mason.
“You sure he doesn’t need to be seen now? We can meet you at the ER.”
A smile pulls at the corners of my lips. I’m one hundred percent positive his concern is for our unborn child. But I’m also one hundred percent positive he’s also worried about Hudson whether he says so or not.
“I’m not going to the fucking hospital.”
Yep. Hudson can obviously hear the other side of the line clearly enough.
“I’ll keep an eye on him. Hand my shit over to one of the junior partners if necessary. My assistant can contact any appointments I have for tomorrow and reschedule them.”
Because the most important thing in the world to me in this moment is Hudson, his health and wellbeing.
Holy shit. I think I’m more worried about my omega than the child he’s carrying. Not that I’m not worried about him or her, but it’s finally clicked into my brain that my heart and soul have officially found the missing piece to our family.
All these years, it had felt as though something was missing, hence our desire to have a child, to grow our family.
And all these years, all that was missing was Hudson. Not simply another pack member, not simply another omega or beta…
Only Hudson.