Epilogue Elliott #4
Laura was talking, and I hoped it was to Jet and not to me, because it was all white noise at this point as each contraction caught me in its excruciating grip before tearing its way through me.
It was as though I was having one contraction per twin, one right after another.
If I were having triplets, I was sure I’d be dead.
You’re an omega x, I told myself. Can’t you cure the pain?
Maybe I should have thought about that before I went into labor and became too delirious with agony to think clearly.
I screamed when it felt like burning blades twisted inside me, my arms flailing, reaching out for anything that I could grip and hold onto and knocking over the bedside lamp in the process, plunging us into darkness.
“Jet!” I cried out, realizing he was no longer beside me.
“I’m right here, “I had to help Laura for a minute.” The bed dipped, and he got in behind me.
“I can’t do this! I’m sorry!” I sobbed.
Jet said something in a soothing voice, and then lifted my leg and—What the hell? Was he horny right now? Maybe I was hallucinating, but if that were the case, why did I have to still feel the pain of the contractions?
Jet rocked in and out of me and his cock started to thicken inside me, shockingly, the pain diminished to an endurable ache. Was he fucking my pain away? Groaning, I told myself none of this was real.
“Better, Elliott?” Laura asked me.
“Mm. Yeah, feels better. But…”
“As your mate, Jet can help you with the pain. It’s a chemical exchange that happens when he thickens inside you.” She wiped my face with a wet cloth. “Just relax and regain your strength while you’re tied together.”
Keane passed behind her carrying a pot of water.
“He was all wet before you got here,” he told Laura.
“Okay, then as soon as Jet releases, you should be able to push,” she told me.
I asked, “Jet?”
“Hm?”
“Can you move a little?” I pushed back on him, and he clenched my thigh that was draped over his hip. He was crammed inside me so tightly, I wasn’t sure he had room to move.
Jet said something incoherent.
“He’s in a muted rut, that’s why he sounds so out of it,” Laura told me. “As soon as you feel re-energized, see if you can do anything to bring him to climax so we can get this show on the road. Keane, come with me a moment.” She and Keane left, closing the door behind them.
I took a few deep breaths. In and out. In and out. In and out. Now that the pain was bearable, I started getting excited to see our babies.
I could feel that they were ready to be born. I needed Jet to withdraw, but we were stuck.
I squeezed my inner walls around his hardness, and he moaned in my ear, attempting to thrust but too thick to move more than an inch or so.
How could I help him along?
Hmm. Jet loved my pregnant body. Maybe I could use that to my benefit.
Being a baddie when I was about to push two humans out of my body wasn’t easy, but I did my best. In a low voice, I crooned, “Jet, I love feeling you inside me, breeding me when I’m so big and pregnant with your babies.”
I was sure I sounded like a bad omega porn film, but I could hear Jet’s breathing getting heavy against my neck. So, I continued, “My big alpha knocked me up. He’s going to keep me pregnant because he’s always sticking his big cock into me, and I can’t resist him. Oh, fuck!”
Jet managed a thrust, stretching my inner channel to the limit and pushing hard on my prostate.
I couldn’t believe it, but I became erect even as a strong contraction tightened my abdomen.
Jet slid his arm around me and started stroking my cock as he continued thrusting shallowly, and the rising pleasure I felt offset the pain.
My orgasm rippled through me, and then, with one final thrust inside me, Jet groaned in my ear.
When he slid out of me, his sperm coated my thighs.
“I have to push right now!” I cried out, overcome with the urge.
Laura appeared and instructed Jet to get me on my back with pillows propping me up.
“You’re doing great, Elliott,” she said after climbing onto the bed and kneeling between my bent legs.
Jet sat beside me, gripping my hand, and our eyes met.
“You can do it,” he told me.
I looked over his shoulder at Keane, who raised his thumbs in encouragement.
“You can push now, Elliott,” Laura said.
I tried, but my feet slid on the sheets. I couldn’t get any traction.
“Jet, Keane. Each of you hold a knee so he can push against you. Now, Elliott!”
With their help, I was able to push successfully, and the first baby slipped out of me.
“A boy!” Laura said, quickly wiping the baby and cutting the cord. She placed the warm, wailing bundle on my chest. I wanted to greet him, but I wasn’t finished yet.
“Push, Elliott,” Laura said again, and I clutched at the bedsheet as I did. As soon as I felt the next baby leave my body, I relaxed and wrapped my arms around my son.
A second wail filled the room.
“A girl!” Laura told us, a smile in her voice.
After wiping down the squalling infant and wrapping her up like her brother, Laura handed our daughter to Jet.
Looking completely in love, he stared down at the baby in his arms. I wanted to see her, but first I wanted to take in every detail about our son.
While I marveled at his little round face and wide, peering eyes, Laura cleaned me up with warm water from the pot Keane had brought in and then moved away from the bed.
Jet bent a little to show me our little girl’s face. Honestly, there wasn’t much of a difference in how the two babies looked. Our boy had more hair, which appeared to be blond. They were both beautiful.
Happy tears rolled down my face. “You are James Clayton,” I said to the baby in my arms. “A combination of your grandpa and your uncle’s names.” I laughed. “Gosh, we’ve got to call Dad.”
“I’ll do that for you if you want,” Keane said, and I nodded at him with a smile.
Jet looked down at the baby in his arms. “And you are Laura Elizabeth,” he said warmly.
Laura stopped what she was doing and looked up. “Really?”
“You’ve done so much for me. Who else would we name her after?” I asked.
Laura wiped at the tears that started to fall down her cheeks. “She and Ashley will be best friends,” she said, talking about her baby daughter.
“Yes,” I agreed.
When my dad arrived, he was clearly overjoyed to see his grandkids.
He wanted to hold them both at the same time, so Keane helped him to position himself in a chair and then Jet placed a baby in each arm.
Something that Dad and I had talked about after being reunited, but never again, was that he had given birth to several children while being the government's lab rat.
He had no idea what happened to those babies.
He had not been allowed to raise them or even to hold them for a moment.
Watching him with my children felt incredibly poignant.
Keane, who had been photographing Jet and me with our babies on and off since their birth, took several pictures of my dad with them.
Grabbing some tissues from a box on the table, I mopped at my tears.
Honestly, I'd barely stopped crying since the babies' birth. My brothers came by the moment they heard, bringing presents and food, and holding the babies while saying how beautiful they were. How could I not cry?
Nursing the twins was a marvel as well as kind of difficult, but I soon got the hang of sitting up with my arms propped and the babies suckling at each nipple.
I cried while I did that, too, of course.
I was surprised when, after Anson and Joel came to see the babies, Anson spent a lot of time talking to my father and then left with him.
“What’s going on there?” I asked Keane.
When Keane didn’t say anything, I pinned him with a look. “Keane?”
“Well, I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure they’re dating.”
“What? My father is at least fifteen years older than Anson!”
“So?”
“Well…It’s…I don’t know!” I spluttered.
When Jet walked into the room carrying a glass of water and a snack for me, I asked, “Did you know that my dad and Anson are seeing one another?”
He nodded. “Anson told me last night when I helped with the calving. I was going to tell you, but you’ve been busy.” He grinned down at the sleeping babies in my arms.
I frowned. “This is so weird.”
“It’s really not.” Keane ruffled my hair. “I have to go home. I’ll see you soon.”
“Thanks for your help,” I told him.
“You’re not really upset about your dad seeing Anson, are you?” Jet asked after Keane left.
“I don’t know yet. I’ll have to get used to the idea.”
Jet kissed me on the head and took Laura Elizabeth, who had fallen asleep, over to the bassinet. I watched him with so much love in my heart, I felt as though I would burst.
It was crazy to me that I now derived so much happiness from what, in the past, I’d been determined to never have.
Jet was such a good father, and he took such good care of me.
I was so fortunate to have him and so fortunate to have my dad back in my life.
If Anson made him happy, I would be okay with their relationship.
I’d come a long way in a year. I’d found some courage where alphas were concerned and become more independent, I’d mated just gave birth to two beautiful babies.
I realized how irresponsible I'd been to run away from the ranch and turn myself in without a plan in place or trusting anyone to help me—although I’d wound up doing what I’d set out to do, with a lot of help from one awesome alpha.
I now understood that my life wasn’t defined by my past experiences, and that my friends would always be there to help me.
I was ready to see what the next chapter would bring and eager to be what my mate and my children needed.
With a final swipe at the last of my tears for the day, I got up to lay James Clayton next to his sister in the bassinet.