Epilogue
Grace
W e were just at forty weeks, and I swear every single day I woke up horny as hell. Today’s victim was Beckett, who was still sleeping. I rolled over, straddling his hips and trailing my fingers up and down his abs, gently stroking the bumps and curves of each one.
"Good morning, my beautiful omega," he said, a small smile curving over his lips as he blinked his eyes open. Just like that, he was hard for me, his cock brushing against my ass.
"You guys are going to be sick of me," I teased as I trailed kisses awkwardly down his body. It wasn’t easy with a giant baby in between us. I had to shift to the side, which only made my back ache.
But the neediness and slick dripping down my thighs told me that it was worth suffering through.
"You know, I haven’t had breakfast," he said, gently shifting us so that I was lying on my back on the mattress. He placed a gentle kiss on my stomach before trailing lower. I hated that I couldn’t see him anymore as I looked down my legs, falling open for the alpha settling between them.
His nose trailed over my slick, bumping against my clit before his tongue began lapping up every ounce of desire that had pooled there. Beckett knew exactly what I liked at this point in our relationship.
Two fingers gently slid inside of me, curling against me as he sucked on my clit, then soothed it with his tongue. He alternated at a pace that was blowing my mind.
My hips were always aching these days, widening and getting ready for the baby, but that just meant the guys were constantly holding onto them. In fact, they loved every bit of softness this pregnancy had added to my breasts, to my hips, and everywhere else.
There was never a second I had to guess if I was gaining too much weight too fast for them. They loved every bit of me, even more now than before.
"Beckett, please," I groaned, needing to come more than anything. He let out a soft chuckle before nibbling his teeth over my clit and curling his fingers. That was it for me, stars bursting behind my eyes as the pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath and tensing every muscle in my body.
"Your turn to get on your back," I said breathlessly, trying to compose myself.
As he did what I asked, I climbed on top.
This time, instead of just straddling his hips, I sank down on his thick cock.
His knot was already forming. It took a few bounces before it slid into me, my alpha so worked up that it was a little difficult.
I sighed in happy relief as his knot expanded, pushing against my walls. I rocked my hips over him, brushing my already sensitive clit against him with each swivel of my hips, chasing my orgasm.
Beck never broke eye contact as he kneaded my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and weighing them in his hands.
I swear, this man was obsessed now.
It didn’t take long before I was clenching around him, my alpha letting out a low growl that said he’d joined me as well, pumping me full of his seed.
His knot locked it all inside, refusing to let me go, and I felt my entire body relax as he settled us onto our side, his hands gently massaging my stomach as his eyes locked onto mine.
"Any day now, sweetheart."
"Hopefully, today," I joked, but I’d been saying that for three weeks now. The end of pregnancy was a lot harder than I expected. Just like I warned them, I waddled everywhere.
There was no chance I was bending down to grab things or tying my shoes, but that was okay. I didn’t have to. They were there every time.
I’d regained my energy by the time Beck’s knot released me. He helped me to my feet, and I groaned as I felt the trickle of our combined releases trailing down my legs.
"I need a shower," I said. As I started to move that way, the trickle turned into a river. My eyes widened as a puddle formed underneath me.
"Um, Alpha?" I said, my voice shaking as I looked down. He turned around, taking only a second or two before realizing why I sounded strange.
When his eyes dropped, they widened before he turned around and barked at the others.
"Grace’s water broke! Everybody, get your asses in gear!"
Beckett began cleaning me up the best he could before sliding a sundress over my head. He helped me waddle down the stairs, reassuring me that any mess I made would be easily cleaned.
Spencer was waiting at the bottom with our bags in hand, and Drew was already pulling the truck around. Cade was by my side, helping me down the last few steps and out the door.
Drew already had Dr. Clark on speaker, who said she was heading to the hospital already because not only was I in labor, but Hailey was, too.
We called it.
For some reason, we just thought that it would happen at the same time, everything had synced up too perfectly up to this point.
The guys rushed me to the hospital, and it was a flurry of getting me admitted, in a room, into a gown, and hooked up to the monitors.
I’d been a little crampy this morning, but I had dismissed it as normal Braxton Hicks. I’d lived through heat cramps, this was nothing.
Now I was groaning, clinging to Beckett and Drew’s hands as I gritted my teeth through the current contraction.
The nurse came in encouraging me. "You’ve got this, Mama. You’re doing great. As soon as it eases, we’ll check to see how dilated you are."
And it went on like that, from three centimeters to five, all the way to ten.
The pain, the sweats, all of it was worth it the moment little Blake was in my arms. His cries were like music to my ears, and now that I was looking down at our little baby, I was more in love than ever before.
He was perfect. I leaned in, breathing him in, that sweet baby smell and a hint of mint. He was my whole world.
"You did so good, Gracie," Drew praised, his voice choked up as he brushed a kiss over my head, then our baby’s.
"He’s perfect," Spencer agreed, running a finger down his cheek before resting his hand on my arm. Cade was right there behind him, trying to get to us. Beckett was still stunned, his eyes locked onto us as if the whole world had just shifted and he hadn’t caught up yet.
The doctors were amazing, cleaning me up and doing everything they needed for Blake, while giving us a moment.
Beckett finally moved, the others getting out of his way as he came forward. His eyes were first for me, placing his forehead against mine and breathing deep.
"You’re a miracle, Grace. So fucking strong. Look what you gave us."
We both turned to look at our sweet baby. He was perfect. A small, little nose, his little, pink lips open and ready. The nurse helped him get in position, and he latched on right away.
The moment Blake was done eating and the nurses took him to the corner of the room with the betas to check him over, I couldn’t help but look at Beckett and Drew.
"Has anybody heard from my sister? Is she okay? Is the baby all right?"
"I’ve been in here, but I’ll find out for you," Beckett promised, placing another kiss on my cheek before walking out of the room.
It felt like the seconds ticked by slower than ever, but when he walked back in a few minutes later, he was beaming.
"She did so good, too. Nolan and her look like naturals," he said, like the proud uncle he was.
"And baby Molly is adorable." He pulled out his phone, showing me pictures of my little niece. "I may or may not have greased a few palms so that you guys both got the recovery suites. There’s a door connecting them, so you’ll have privacy but also be able to see each other. "
"Best alpha ever," I said as my eyes drifted closed, exhaustion pulling me under.
It wasn’t long before I was awake and feeding Blake again. I didn’t want to let him out of my arms, and I was grateful that I had all four of the guys to make sure that I didn’t fall asleep with him.
Labor took it out of me, and now that I was in my recovery room and resting, all I wanted to do was snuggle my baby and sleep.
That and I was starving.
When my stomach rumbled, Cade let out a chuckle. "I checked in on the food situation, and it seems it was nothing that I would feed you in a million years, so Nolan and Beckett ran out to get you both a celebratory meal."
"Tell me it’s a large pizza."
"It is now," he chuckled, sending a message. "I’m pretty sure they’re getting a whole buffet."
"Do you want to hold your son?" I asked Cade. Now that Blake was done feeding, he needed burped.
"Of course, I do," he said, laying a burp cloth over his shoulder before taking our newborn. He was a pro already, following the movements we were taught.
The moment he got a little burp, he was nuzzling him in his arms, scent-marking our baby until Blake was making cute, little noises.
Blake had only cried twice, and I swear I watched these men fold for his little sounds. All I could picture was years down the road, as he was toddling around, running after our pack, having all five of us wrapped around his tiny, little fingers.
Even this close to labor, I knew damn well that I’d do it all over again.
"Can we come in?" Nolan asked. He had sweet Molly in one hand, his other locked around his wife. Spencer was already moving, scooping the baby up for him so he could help her a little easier. When Hailey was settled into a seat next to my bed, she beamed up at me.
"Good job, Grace. He’s perfect," she said as she watched Blake and Cade.
Cade deposited Blake into her arms and I watched my sister melt. "Hi, my sweet boy. Your Auntie Hailey is going to spoil you rotten," she cooed.
Then Molly was in my arms. She had a shock of hair on her sweet head, poking out from under her pink hat. Her little face was scrunched up as she wiggled around, and I was in love all over again.
"Hi, sweet girl. Your mama did a good job, too. Look how perfect you are."
"They’re going to be best friends," Hailey said. "Just like we were."
Our babies were going to have the kind of life we would have killed for. Between our friends, packs, and each other, there was no room for the family that was too toxic to truly stay a part of our lives.
Later that night, as we snuggled together as a pack, admiring our son, I knew that every year of separation between me and Drew, and all the time waiting for my perfect pack, was worth it.
We were simply waiting for each other.
The End