Chapter 7
Theo
“Jessabella, we’re three months in now, and Dr. Horák wants us to try to get you started in labor,” I told my Omega gently as we relaxed on the lawn.
In the warm weather, highborn families loved visiting each other’s grounds, and of course everyone wanted to see the new Koval Pack Omega, swollen and big and radiant with love and affection.
Her old Pack was hanging around on the outskirts of the manor, and the envious glances they shot over at us didn’t go unnoticed.
They’d been having. . .difficulties finding a new Omega. It seemed people were starting to wonder why exactly Jessabella had gotten instantly pregnant with a new Pack. . .
“They’re so fucking jealous,” Alexei said with satisfaction. “As they should be.”
“Well,” I laughed, “You’ve done everything in the past three months to rub their noses in what they lost.”
“They deserved it,”Alexei said flippantly, rolling over so he could get closer to our Omega.
“Yeah, and their loss is our gain,” I said. “So I’m glad they fucked up.”
“Now what did the doctor say we should try?” Jessabella asked, as she put her pretty pink lips over the straw of the matcha latte I had just handed her.
“It’s very naughty,” Alexei said, his voice low and wicked, his hands lingering longingly on her arm.
I know the feeling. I can’t get enough of our Omega.
“There’s a few different methods to try, duchess. It depends what you are wanting to do in public.”
Jessabella giggled, her blonde curls shifting so I could see the beautiful claiming marks on her throat, making my cock jump to attention.
“That would really start a scandal, if you started putting me into labor on the front lawn.”
“Let them all see what they’re missing,” he smiled, turning to the scattered groups of high-ranking Packs on the lawn. “WE’RE HAVING A BABY!”
There was polite, but confused, applause, and I especially noted Lady Genevieve and Lady Delaney looking absolutely green with envy, and Jessabella laughed again.
“They all think you’re insane. You’re supposed to love your Omega in a quiet, dignified way.”
“Not me!” Alexei retorted. “I love my Omega in a loud, unmissable, obsessed kind of way.”
“I cannot wait to see what our baby looks like,” I nuzzled at her throat, loving the way those beautiful little laugh lines crinkled up.
“Can I feel your belly? I want to high-five our baby.”
“Of course,” she said, turning her face for a kiss, and my hand was already trembling as I put it on her belly.
Alexei joined me, another big hand on the other side of Jessabella’s swollen belly.
“That’s right, high five, buddy.”
“I think I felt a foot,” I marveled. “Baby is ready to go, Omega. They are so ready to be here with us.”
“Let’s see,” Alexei listed out. “There’s spicy food. And I have a candied jalapeno for that! Taking a walk to get the contractions started. Bouncing on your birthing ball. And, of course. . .sex. With lots and lots of nipple stimulation.”
My mouth started filling with drool already.
“Let’s try walking,” she said, teasingly, as if she could already tell my cock was twitching in my pants, anxious to please her.
Alexei took one hand, I took her other, and we gently brought Jessabella to her feet.
“Didn’t even have to lift a finger,” she said. “I’m so spoiled.”
“You absolutely are,” I whispered in her ear. “And that’s just how an Omega should be.”
As we walked along the manor grounds, heads turned.
No one could ignore or look past Jessabella now, and I loved showing her off like this, her dress billowing around the swollen belly, her engorged breasts filled with milk.
I was so ready to be a dad.
But a little walk did not start her contractions. Nor did the candied jalapenos. Or the eggplant.
“We’ve tried everything,” she said, giving us a little smirk.
“One more thing,” I breathed as I drew her inside and into the bedroom where we loved to pleasure our Omega for hours. “Let us get your body ready for labor.”
Excitement spiraled in me as Alexei pulled off her dress, exposing her heavy, overflowing breasts and bursting belly, and I carefully lowered her pussy over my mouth.
It was such a juicy beautiful swollen thing, and I ran my tongue worshipfully around her folds as Alexei spread her thighs gently so he could run naughty fingers all down the crack of her sweet little ass and tease her tiny asshole.
She squealed and giggled as I began to work her clit, my own body tensing with excitement as she began to grind on my face.
“You taste unbelievable, sweet like blackberry pie, and I want you running down my chin.”
Her belly was so massive, blotting out the light, her breasts plump and swollen, the tips engorged with milk for our baby, and Alexei was spreading her lips wide, just how I liked it, so I felt the exact moment her whole body tensed and she came, liquid heat pouring out and splashing me sensually on the chin and soaking my T-shirt while I groaned loudly.
“Let me do one,” Alexei said, pushing my chin aside so he could fit his fingers onto her sensitive clit.
Jessabella cried out with pleasure, her hips moving erotically, grinding back and forth over my face and when she reached back for my cock I could barely contain myself.
Her big belly moved back and forth, sometimes hiding her face, then giving me a glimpse of her lips parted and panting, and I gave her a kiss as she ground by.
“You look so stunning carrying our baby. Oh my god, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. If this doesn’t put you into labor, I’m going to paint you.”
“I never took two rich boys for the artistic type,” she teased, running her finger over the slick tip of my cock, then sticking her pink tongue out to lick up my precum.
“Sweetheart, you could make anyone into a devotee,” I groaned, and I heard Alexei’s grunt of pleasure as she reached back to him too, her head thrown back as she took one cock in each hand, rhythmically stroking them both until we all came together in messy, dripping, wet togetherness, our Omega’s colostrum sending streams of milk down her breasts.
I put trembling fingers up to her nipples, as I settled her on hands and knees, fitting her wet and ready channel over Alexei’s cock as I scrambled upright, licking my chin eagerly, loving how her release soaked into my skin.
“You’re filling with milk already,” I marveled. “What a clever, beautiful, sweet Omega. Let me relieve this pressure here, and maybe it’ll help you go into labor.”
My two thumbs rubbed each nipple carefully, cupping her heavy breasts as each of Alexei’s thrusts from behind shook them and sent milk spraying into my face.
I was overcome with emotion and I captured one nipple with my mouth, suckling gently, the honey-sweet liquid going down my throat as she cried out in ecstasy.
Alexei’s release spilled into my lap as I pulled her into my arms.
Then suddenly, I felt her belly tighten, harder this time than the Braxton-Hicks ones she’d been having off and on for a week.
“Was that a contraction?”Alexei gasped, instantly dropping to his stomach in front of Jessabella and pressing his ear to Jessabella’s belly.
She held her breath for a second, her beautiful face wincing.
“Yes, it was. Ouch, that one hurt.”
But I was already moving, getting the labor bag I had meticulously packed and re-packed a hundred times, and pulling soft sweatpants on her.
We made it to the hospital as quickly as we could, and by the time we got into the labor and delivery room, her contractions were 5-7 minutes apart.
Alexei got out the birthing ball and Jessabella began to bounce gently up and down on it, breathing in quick little gasps as each contraction hit.
“Slow down, baby girl,” I encouraged her. “Look at me. Pant-pant-blow. Pant-pant-blow.”
She met my eyes with her beautiful blue ones, and the prickle of our mate connection tingled through me as she followed my lead.
Pant-pant-blow
Pant-pant-blow
But eight hours later I felt like I was unravelling inside as sweat poured down my front, sides, and back. Dr. Horák assured me this was perfectly normal for a first-time mom and Jessabella and our baby were doing great.
She had moved to the hospital bed and I held her hand tightly as the nurse measured her.
“Almost ten centimeters dilated now. Do you feel any urge to push?”
“Just starting to,” Jessabella grunted.
“Ice?” Alexei asked, putting a cool cloth on her sticky forehead and she nodded eagerly as he carefully poured a few tiny crunchy cubes in her mouth.
“Oh, oh, I do have to push!” she suddenly cried, her face tensing up and her hands gripping the side rails so tightly her knuckles were white.
“You’ve got this!” I encouraged, feeling anxiety and excitement pulse through me. “Doctor! We need the doctor!”
I stood up so fast I got dizzy, and Alexei had to put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down.
“Sit down, bro. She doesn’t need you fainting all over the floor, and if you do, you’ll miss it!”
I sat down, letting her grip my hand instead of the rail, my heartbeat pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would burst free.
It seemed an interminable amount of time, breathing in and out, my entire world narrowed down to Jessabella’s breathing, her sharp intake of pain with each contraction.
I wanted to take the pain from her so hard tears were prickling at my eyes as my throat was dry as a bone.
My eyes were glued on where her feet were up in the stirrups, her whole lower belly tensing with each contraction.
And then–a head!
“I can see the baby!” Dr. Horák crowed, wiping his bald head. “Push! Push harder!”
Alexei was slick with sweat, his voice sounding strangled with emotion.
“You’ve got this!”
Jessabella bore down, closing her eyes, her blonde curls sticking to her face with sweat.
But the head didn’t pop out this time.
“She must push harder!” Dr. Horák ordered.
“I can’t! That’s as hard as I can push,” Jessabella whimpered, leaning her head back against the bed and I brushed the slick curls out of her face and adjusted her ponytail with a trembling hand.
“Maybe switch positions. Can you get onto your hands and knees?”
“Hurry,” Dr. Horák ordered, and we all helped Jessabella flip over.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You can do this. A big push. Let’s go, baby girl.”
Her nails dug into the wet pillow and she pushed again, and this time, I saw even more of the baby’s head pressing out.
“Almost there! So close!”
“You got this!” Alexei’s voice came numbly through my haze.
Curly blonde hair. Oh my god.
Our baby. Our baby. Our baby.
“She’s looking so beautiful,” I cried, and I wasn’t even sure how I knew for certain she was a girl, but I absolutely did.
Jessabella bore down again, stretching her thighs as wide as they could go, and then the baby’s whole head was out and the doctor reached up to gently turn her shoulders and our baby came out in a gush of liquid.
“She’s perfect!” Dr. Horák said, and I felt tears begin to fall down my cheeks as he raised our daughter high, the umbilical cord pulsing with life-giving blood.
“Who wants to cut the cord?” he asked, and I looked over at Alexei, tears of relief and joy pouring down our cheeks.
“Both of us,” we said together, and, our hands carefully gripping the scissors, we snipped the cord that brought our daughter into the world.
The nurse was wrapping her up in a soft yellow blanket, when suddenly the doctor shouted in surprise.
“There’s another baby in here! Push, Jessabella!”
What the hell?
I turned to see another head, this one full of dark curls, emerging from the birth canal.
Jessabella screamed with exertion, tipping her hips up as the doctor rushed to guide the twin’s shoulders out.
“You’ve got this!” I encouraged. “Take a breath and push!”
One hand gripping Alexei and one hand gripping me, she gave a low, powerful groan and then our second baby came out in another rush of liquid, his face scrunched up to the light.
“Just the placenta left,” the nurse advised as Jessabella flopped down on her back.
She moaned weakly, but the nurse put her hand firmly on Jessabella’s belly, pressing down hard until she expelled a translucent placenta, rich with blood, and then our Omega was truly done.
“Amazing job, sweetie,” I said as Alexei collected it to plant under a tree later.
“I love you so much,” she said weakly, but her eyes were shining and I wiped away my own tears as they placed both babies in her arms, wrapped in bright yellow fabric printed with duckies.
“Welcome to the world, Evangeline and Frederick,” Alexei said, gripping my shoulder as he kissed Jessabella’s cheek. “I love you, Jess. I love you, Theo.”
I felt my insides liquify, warm and squishy love bursting out of me.
“I love you Alexei. I love you Theo,” Jessabella said, and I joined in eagerly, Jessabella and Alexei and I’s voices running over and through and under each other, making a chorus of shared love and togetherness as we looked down at our newborn babies.
The best day of my life with the loves of my life!