Page 53 of Destined Paranormals: Volume One

I heard a roar from outside and rolled my eyes. He did not need to be overly dramatic. Omegas had babies all of the time. This was nothing new.

“On second thought, probably not Elias. He is due in a couple of months. Let him rest. Just Da and Wilhelm.”

“Wilhelm is off flying somewhere. I am on my way. Da will have heard my call.”

I heard the door to our cottage open, and then my mate’s heavy footsteps came rushing toward the bedroom. The door there flung open just as another pain hit, and I grabbed my stomach and panted through the sharp pain.

“Konrad,” Aleric called out as he hurried across the room and reached for me. He laid me back on the bed, placing both pillows behind me. I sighed, more than ready to simply get this over with. Unfortunately, it had just started, and I knew this could take hours yet.

“Did you…where is the baby?”

“I have not given birth yet, Aleric.” I glared at my mate. What was he going on about?

“But your stomach.”

I looked down again. Yes, my stomach was easily half the size it had been. But there was still a very obvious bump in which our son remained.

“You bellowed?” Da said, entering the room. He had his arms full of small blankets that we would use for the birth, and I was so relieved and thankful to see him.

“Da, tell your son that the waters breaking does not mean the baby has been borrr…ow, ow, owww.” I grabbed my stomach and started breathing fast and heavy when another pain hit me. This one definitely hurt more than the last one.

“Aleric, lift him so I can get these blankets under him.”

My mate lifted me as if I weighed nothing, and when Da had everything situated under me, Aleric placed me back on the bed. I winced when another pain hit. More panting, and I couldn’t help but grab the front of Aleric’s shirt and hold on tightly.

“Did I ruin the bed?” I asked, concerned about the new bed. It had been another gift from Claude. It was like sleeping on a cloud, and it was the most comfortable thing I had lain on.

“Not to worry. We have Claude, remember?” Da said as he came to stand beside me. He brushed my hair back from my face, smiling down at me.

How could I forget? Ahh, yes, that’s right. I was in immense pain. He had gifted it to us; he could simply clean it for me.

“Let’s see how your omega line is doing. If the waters have broken though, I would imagine you are ready to push. Or close to it.”

“Yes. That. Can we do that now?” I asked. I leaned up a bit and started pushing. My dragon approved of that.

“Wait,” Da said as he moved down beside my stomach. “Aleric, help your mate.”

“How?”

“Hold his hand, help him sit up a bit. The head is right here. Next pain, you push like that again,” Da instructed me.

I did not have to be told twice. I simply sat up and pushed with all I had. Da reached down, I felt some movement near my stomach, and then Da pulled out our son.

“He’s here.”

I lay back on the bed, panting—my dragon finally relaxed, myself somehow exhausted. I could not figure out why though. I had only pushed a few times. When my own dad had given birth to the twins, it had taken hours of laboring and pushing.

“Is there another, Da?” Aleric asked.

I looked up at my mate, confused.

“Another what?” I asked just as our son let out a loud cry. That brought a smile to my face, and I lifted my head up a bit to look down the bed at Da as he wiped off our son.

“Aleric, what are you going on about?” Da asked. He sent his son a glare.

“Father said his dragon was sure Konrad was carrying twins. It was why his stomach was so large.”

Da and I both gasped at the same time. Aleric realized his blunder immediately and groaned. I would have reached out and whacked my mate if I wasn’t more focused on my baby. I would deal with my mate and his lack of brain cells at the moment later.