Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
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“Twins?” Harper gasps.
“Which explains why you’re a little bigger than we’d expect,” the doctor says as we all stare flabbergasted at the sight of not one baby jiggling around in Harper’s belly, but two.
“Twins?” Harper repeats, clearly in shock. I think we all might be. One unexpected baby was enough of a thunderbolt as it was, but two?
“Yes, twins.”
“Definitely just twins?” I ask. “There are no other babies hiding away in there?”
The doctor laughs like I’m joking, but I happen to think that’s a very reasonable question to ask.
“Nope, just two babies.”
“And they’re both healthy?” Wyatt asks.
“Yes, very healthy. Everything is looking just super at this stage.” The doctor turns to her computer screen. “And based on your measurements, your estimated due date is May 15th. Although twins do tend to arrive a little earlier – they run out of space.”
I don’t hear much more of what the doctor has to say – something about vitamins and exercise (hopefully my packmates are paying attention) – I’m too busy focusing on the two little babies on the screen.
Our two little babies.
Harper is a little pale as we lead her out of the clinic room, our arms weighed down with about a ton of leaflets covering everything from prenatal classes to pushchairs and car seats.
We wait outside as she uses the bathroom and the color still hasn’t returned to her cheeks as she emerges.
“You okay, Harp?” I ask her.
“Two babies,” she whispers. “How are we going to cope with two babies?”
“Harp, we’re a pack. There are four of us. We’re going to cope just fine.”
“You think?” she asks, peering up at us and clearly seeking our reassurance.
“Absolutely,” Daxton says.
“Yeah, but I still have to give birth twice! That’s something you can’t help with.”
“Oh, we’ll be helping,” Wyatt says. “We’ll be there every step of the way, ensuring you’re well taken care of.”
“You do know we’ve all delivered babies, right?” I say to her as we lead her back through the hospital. In her shock, she’s forgotten to put on her jacket and her little baby bump is on display for all to see, something several of the colleagues we pass don’t fail to miss. Yep, our other secret is most definitely out.
I’m glad about it. I want everyone in the entire world to know just how serious we are about our omega. This isn’t some fling. We’ve claimed her. She is having our baby … babies!
“You’ve delivered babies?”
“Yeah, it’s part of the medical training.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I’m not sure I want you delivering these babies. I think I want you at my head end at all times.”
“Why?” Wyatt asks.
Harper grimaces and lowers her voice to a whisper. “You know what happens to a woman's vagina during childbirth?”
“I told you, we’ve delivered babies.”
“Yes, but …” she swings her gaze around to make sure nobody is listening in to our conversation, “I like how much the three of you seem to appreciate my pussy.”
“More than appreciate,” I growl.
“Yeah, but maybe you won’t once you’ve seen it stretched and,” she gulps, “torn and squeezing out a baby. Maybe it will put you off.”
I halt and swing Harper around to face me. We are standing in the middle of the busy hospital foyer with people bustling around us. I don’t care. They walk around us.
“Harper Hall, I fucking love your pussy,” I say, probably a little too loud because Harper’s cheeks sizzle and someone walking past chokes on their coffee, “because it belongs to you. Sure, it’s fucking beautiful too, the most beautiful pink pussy I’ve ever seen. But I’m going to love it before you give birth, as you give birth and afterwards.”
“Even if I have to have stitches?” she asks, also not caring about all the people around us, “and it ends up looking like Frankenpussy?”
“I’ll love it even more.” She crinkles up her nose again as if she doesn’t believe that for a minute. “I will because of what it represents.”
“Harper, you know we love you for you, right?” Wyatt says, for once finding just the right words for our omega. “You are beautiful but that’s because you are you. We’re going to love you when you’re old and wrinkly.”
“With two metal hips and a set of dentures,” I add and Harper punches my arm. “And you’ll love us too, right? Even when Wyatt gets a paunch–”
“Hey,” Wyatt protests.
“Going to happen, man,” I tell him. “You like cooking too much and don’t go to the gym enough.” Wyatt stares down at his toned stomach. “And you’ll love Daxton when he’s one of those grumpy old dudes that shouts at the neighborhood kids.”
“He wouldn’t dare!” Harper says.
“And you’ll love me when I lose all my hair.”
“You’re not going to lose your hair,” Harper says, smiling now.
“Already am,” I say, pushing my hair back to reveal where my hairline is ever-so-lightly creeping backwards.
“I’d love you if you lost all your hair and all your teeth,” Harper insists.
“So believe us,” I rub my hands down her arms, “when I tell you, same, Harper Hall.”
Once inside my truck, we discuss what we’re going to do for the rest of our free day together.
Harper examines her phone. “I think we’re going to have to go and visit my mom,” she says. “I have twenty-nine messages here, all asking if I’m okay, if the baby’s okay, and wanting to see pictures.”
I whistle. “You wanna tell your mom about the twins? I feel like we’ve already brought that woman close to a seizure numerous times over the last few weeks. Can she take any more news?”
“But this is good news,” Harper insists.
“It’s all been good news as far as I’m concerned,” Daxton says.
“Besides, I want to show her the pictures.” Harper opens up the envelope and pulls out the various shots of our two newest pack members. “They are so adorable, aren’t they? I can’t quite believe they’re actually growing inside me.”
“Are you going to share the pictures on your social media?” Wyatt asks her.
“Oh,” she says.
“Isn’t that what people do?” Wyatt asks, frowning.
“Well, yes, I guess. But if we do that …”
“If we do that …”
“Then everyone is going to know that you knocked me up. That we shared that heat together. That you lied to the hospital. Everything.”
“Everyone is going to know already. You just walked through the hospital with your pack, your little bump on full display and had an appointment in the obstetrics department.”
I watch Harper’s face in the rearview mirror as the realization dawns over it.
I hold my breath.
She giggles.
Thank fuck for that.
“I guess you are right. Then maybe I will show these two little beauts off to the world. Once we’ve told my mom that is.”