CHAPTER TWENTY SIX | Kenan
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Kenan
M Y ENTIRE FAMILY STANDS in the Great Room, watching us as Beckett and I kneel on the ground, waiting for Onyx to walk through the door. Onyx planned everything, told us that we didn’t have a choice since we took her choice away once already. So we agreed. I’ve spent my entire life never wanting to be here, on my knees for anyone. But for her, I’d crawl across broken glass to make her mine.
“Onyx Marie Livingston.” My mother says her name and the doors open, thanks to my sisters helping and our beautiful bride stands there with the light shining on her. She’s in an amazing black dress, with a rose and skull bouquet. I want to laugh, but only because I feel my dick growing in my pants. Beckett and I were allowed to wear tight black boxer briefs and that’s all. There are several things on the altar and a strange man that I don’t know standing next to it.
“Kenan Alexander Mazitti and Beckett Lee Hudson, bow your heads to your Queen.” Ethan says and we do.
“I, Onyx Marie Livingston, come to claim Kenan Alexander Mazitti and Beckett Lee Hudson as mine.” She says, sending a shiver through my entire body.
“I accept your claim.” my mother says as the room falls completely silent. Onyx said that she’d tie our arms behind our backs, but we’d probably have to help since she’s pregnant.
Another shiver explodes in me as goosebumps wrap my body when something skates across my back. “Hands.” Onyx says with a soft whisper. I put my arms behind my back and feel her as she ties them together, looping the rope around my chest. When it’s tied off, her fingers leave my skin and I feel her step away.
Beck lets out a soft moan as Onyx repeats the same thing to him. “Please proceed.” Onyx says from behind us. “A binding tattoo will be placed on each of your necks reminding you, and others, who you belong to.” She states as the strange man from before starts setting up a tray in front of me. My heart pounds in my chest as I prepare for new ink.
I feel Beckett stiffen next to me. “I know puppy, this is the only ink you’ll have to have.” Onyx rests her hand on each of our shoulders as I turn my head to the side, letting the tattoo artist start.
The loud buzzing takes over as he writes something into my flesh behind and below my ear, I think. It doesn’t take long and when he’s finished he smears something on me and moves over to Beckett.
“I can’t get one until after I have the babies.” She says to us. Once both tattoos are done, we’re lifted to our feet and spun around. Ethan and Aaron look at us with pride as they step away, revealing the altar before us. I see a knife, twine, a candle, and paper.
Onyx picks up the knife and presses it to my shoulder, taking blood with her and smears it on the paper. Then she wipes it off and pokes Beckett, smearing his blood next to mine. Then I watch as she sticks the tip of the knife to her thumb pad, and presses it to the paper, overlapping our smears. She then picks up the lit candle and drops wax over it, essentially sealing our blood. Then she takes the paper, rolls it up and wraps it in the twine. “From this day forward, you are mine and I am yours.” She says.
“From this day forward, you are mine and I am yours.” I repeat.
“From this day forward, you are mine and I am yours.” Beckett follows.
“You are officially recognized as bonded and your commitment to each other is forever bound by blood.” Candace says, then the entire room claps as Onyx walks around us, untying our hands.
“This was so PG.” Axel says with a groan.
“I can’t exactly do much more.” Onyx says cocking a brow at him. “So shut the fuck up.”
I wrap my arm around her and pull Beckett against us. “Thank you.” I say, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks.
“I’d love to go fuck this out, but I need a nap, and maybe some sour candies.” Onyx says, snuggling against me.
“I’ll get the candies.” Beckett smiles as we walk out of the Great Room, officially tied together forever and there’s no way I’m ever letting them slip through my fingers again
Two months later
“Fuck you!” Onyx screams from her hospital bed. She decided that she wanted to have the babies in the hospital and not in the Doc’s office. There were too many things that could go wrong with giving birth to twins. She squeezes my hand so fucking tight as she bares down, pushing.
I’ve been through some shit in my life, but not being able to take away her pain while she goes through this is the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with. “I see baby hair.” The doctor says as Beckett peeks his head down in no man’s land. “One more big push and we’ll have baby one out.” The nurse rubs Onyx’s leg while she takes in a deep breath, nodding her head.
“This hurts so bad.” She cries out, pushing as we watch the doctor pull the baby out of her.
“We’ve got a girl.” The doctor says, working quickly, clipping off the umbilical cord. “Which one’s cutting this one?” They ask.
“I will.” Beckett says, reaching for the scissors. I watch as he cuts right through it and they put the baby up on Onyx’s chest. She immediately starts crying the second the baby does and Beckett places so many kisses on Onyx’s forehead. “You did so good.” He whispers as they dote over the first baby. She’s so small, born early but she’s screaming which tells me her lungs are good at least.
They told us that sometimes once the first one is born, it can take time for the second one. So to take time to do skin to skin with the first baby. Onyx lets go of my hand and moves the blanket the nurse put on the baby to wipe away all of the white stuff and blood. I’m fighting back my own tears as we look down at our little girl who screams out after being ripped away from her warm home.
Onyx groans as another contract hits her, gripping the side of the bed as she wades through it like a fucking champ.
“We’re going to take baby girl so you can focus on baby boy.” A nurse says.
“Beck, go with her.” Onyx says, watching as our first baby is taken away from her. When she looks up at me with her hair sticking to her forehead from sweating so much, her eyes are round and puff from crying, and she couldn’t be more fucking beautiful.
“I love you.” I blurt out, not able to control myself. We haven’t said those words to each other, and now I feel like a moron for choosing now as the right time.
“I love you too little wolf, but lets focus on bringing our boy into the world.” Her head presses back into the mattress as she is overtaken by another contraction, gritting her teeth as she basically growls like a feral animal.
“Baby’s heartbeat dropped.” A nurse states, making me look up at the monitor where we’ve been tracking heart rates and contractions.
“That’s bad, right?” Fear wraps around me as I take Onyx’s hand.
“Let's just focus on getting the baby out.” A nurse says calmly, patting my shoulder. But just as she says that all kinds of machines start beeping and my heart drops through my chest and down into my ass when I watch Onyx’s eyes roll back and close.
“No, no, no. Wake up little lamb.” I say, shaking her arm. I’m shoved out of the way and they do some shit and suddenly the entire bed is being wheeled out of the room at speed. I chase after them, leaving Beckett with our daughter.
“Sir. You can’t go back there like that.” Someone says, stopping me from entering the double doors I just watched them wheel Onyx through.
“My wife, they just took her.” I say, pointing to the doors.
“I understand, but we need you to scrub in. Come on.” The nurse leads me to a cold room, with sinks and scrubs. I wash my hands and put on the scrubs and little booties things over my shoes. My heart stops when I see her, laid out on a table as they drape sheets over her.
“What’s happening?” I ask as someone comes into the scrub room with me.
“She’s bleeding somewhere, we need to get the baby out and stop the bleeding. It’s not super uncommon, but we need to move quickly.” He says, scrubbing his hands, I turn to look at him and suddenly I feel calmer. “I’ll make sure we get it.” He winks, shaking the water off as he moves through the room and opens the door with his back. “Come on. Let’s meet your son.” He says and I follow him.
Someone puts a large blue gown on me, and helps me into gloves. “If you’re faint of heart and can’t handle watching, there’s a chair up by her head. We’ll have to cut her open, pull the baby out quickly and find whatever is causing her to bleed.” The person says as he ties off my robe gown thing. I just nod my head and look at my wife, laying there completely unconscious.
Everything happens so fast as soon as I step up next to Onyx’s head. They work in unison, moving like a well oiled machine. “Baby.” The doctor says, who is the same guy who was in the washroom with me.
I watch as our son is pulled from my wife’s belly and handed off to the nurse. Not leaving my spot, I watch as they start digging around into her belly, rags and cloths going in white and coming out red. “There it is.” He says, as someone hands him something. I watch as he pulls large chunks of something out of her and suddenly my entire body overheats and my eyes go blurry for a second.
What the fuck is he taking out of her? I watch feeling a little woozy, but no way I’m not keeping an eye on everything he does. “There we go. Time to close up.” He says.
“You aren’t going to put those bits back?” I ask, pointing to the bloody clumps in the basin.
“Those are the placentas, they don’t stay in there.” He replies. “Go check on your son, we’ll come get you once we get her to recovery.”
“I’m not fucking leaving.” I say. “The baby seems fine, she doesn’t.” I run a finger over my girl’s face, seeing the breathing tube they’ve put down her throat. Everything happened so fast, I didn’t even see them do that.
“She won’t be awake for a couple of hours. This is the boring part, sewing her up. Trust me. I’ll take care of her.” He fucking winks again.
“Do you know who I am?” I ask him, not caring that I sound like a fucking chump. Curious to see if that’s why he’s being suspiciously nice and all winky and shit.
“Of course, Mr. Mazitti. Like I said, I’ll take care of her. The nurse will take you to your kids and lover. Please leave your wife with me.” I nod, letting it sink in that he knows way fucking more than the common folks. I’ll stick a pin in this for now, but I need to know more about him.
I pull the scrubs, gloves and mask off, following behind the nurse who leads me to the room we were in before. Everything is clean now, and it feels so empty without the bed and Onyx here. I spot Beckett sitting in the chair holding our daughter.
“Where’s Onyx?” He asks.
“They’re closing her up. She was bleeding. The doctor was suspicious as fuck but promised to take care of her.” I say, dropping onto the couch.
“And our son?”
“He’ll be brought in here in a moment.” I say, letting myself feel everything all at once as I sort through the emotional roller coaster I just lived through. I’m not sure it’s all sunk in yet, but our babies are here, and our wife isn’t here to celebrate with us.
“How much did he weigh?” Beckett asks.
“I don’t know, they left with the baby as soon as he was pulled out of her.” I say, studying my hands. “What about her?”
“Six pounds three ounces. Nineteen inches long.” Beckett gets up from his chair and puts the baby in my arms, looking down at her beautiful face, tears crash down, my emotions swallowing me whole.