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Pregnancy suited him, and I already couldn’t wait to put another in him. As soon as he let me, anyway.

Hot food kept appearing in front of us as people decided that since they didn’t want the pregnant man to have to get up for food, that his alpha should be equally taken care of.

It was a mishmash of foods, but I loved it. Enchiladas and tamales were given the same importance as turkey and ham, and all of it was delicious.

More importantly, everybody was warm and welcoming. It was just the sort of in-laws I’d always hoped to find.

∞∞∞

~February~

Adam stood in front of the mirror, slowly running his hands along his bump.

I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. “Are you excited to meet him, or sad that he doesn’t get to come out on his own terms?”

My mate was silent for several seconds. “I think… both. I’m ready for him to be out, but I’d wanted a natural birth.”

I kissed the place where his shoulder met his neck. “I know. But the doctor thinks this is safer since his position is wrong.”

Adam nodded. “Yeah. Him and I being healthy are what matters. We can try for a natural birth on the next one.”

I chuckled. “I like your thinking.”

“Is everything ready?”

“Mm-hmm. Hospital bag is in the car. Carrier is in the backseat. Mama is going to bring by some prepared food once we get back so that we don’t have to worry about cooking for a few days.”

“Ok.”

I kissed his shoulder. “I love you, omega-mine.”

“I love you, too.”

“Shall we?”

He nodded. “Ok.”

I led him through our new apartment. We’d discussed buying, but decided to put a bit more away for a down payment first.

Harris Cove was still an expensive-as-hell place to live, even with our combined incomes.

The commercial district was in full spring preparation as we drove through it. Though the signs weren’t as evident to people who hadn’t lived in Harris Cove for long.

March was still a week away, but it always meant the first big influx of tourists for the year. So stores wanted to make a good impression. Pressure washers removed the buildup of salt that seemed to cling to every surface while employees could be seen sprucing up displays in the windows.

I recalled Dylan’s story of their mad dash to the hospital right after midnight on New Year’s Day when Flynn went into labor just as the parties were letting out, and was suddenly glad for the scheduled c-section. There was no scramble to reach the hospital in time, and we were able to take advantage of the hospital amenities.

Like the little parking lot shuttle.

Adam giggled and let out a ‘whee!’ when the shuttle driver turned the corner at what had to be no faster than a light jog. Then again, the shuttle was barely bigger than a golf cart and had suspension so poor that I could have sworn I felt us go over a coin in the lot.

It was actually a bit of fun to ride, and the old man driving it seemed to enjoy my mate’s exuberance.

It was almost as if fate was apologizing for the pain around our meeting as we entered the hospital. The staff was like a well-oiled machine, getting Adam checked in and wheeled back to labor and delivery. He was assigned a room and handed scrubs to change into. They verified that he’d followed all pre-op instructions, then he was wheeled into the operating room right on time.

We tried bantering as the doctors worked, but even though my gorgeous Adam wasn’t in labor, it seemed the normal rush of emotions took over. He gripped my hand and for the first time worried that he might be a bad papa.

Then a small cry split the air, making both of us turn to see a doctor holding our son over the drape.