“He is. If the children are his, I promised I’d never cut him out of their lives; I couldn’t anyway, he’s family. If they are not his, then I am their father and he is still the favorite uncle.” He moved a little behind me, and I could feel Craig Junior pressing against my butt. No surprise there, he always had that reaction to me, even when I felt huge and hormonal.
“What about his parents? They are so excited about this, about being grandparents.” “He said he would talk to them. Will that be a problem for you?”
I thought about it for a while. “No, they have become like family anyway, it would be easy to have them be surrogate grandparents. My real worry is what happens when the boys find out the truth.” I wiggled back into him. “My story is out there, it’s going to happen. I don’t want them to feel bad because their father raped me, or because I had sex with his uncle before I met you.”
“When they are old enough, we can tell them the truth. And the truth will be that they are our children, regardless of DNA, and their family loves them.” His hand moved up, cupping my sensitive breasts as he snuggled in. “Of course, they’ll have a big family. I plan to keep you barefoot and pregnant, you know.”
I smacked his hand. “After these two are pushed out, you’ll be lucky if I open it for business again.”
He sucked on my mark, making me moan in pleasure as his hand continued to work. “I have ways to convince you, you know.”
“Really?” It turned out he did. He left me breathless and relaxed as I fell asleep in his arms.
I woke up about an hour away from the Pack house with a painful contraction. “Shit,” I thought, “I’m not ready for this.” My distress woke Craig, who tried to get me comfortable with pillows as he linked with Marge and Mabel about it. The pain soon passed, and after ten minutes with no repeat we concluded things were all right.
We were wrong. Another contraction hit, causing Moe to call ahead for Doc. He talked Mabel through what to do, which was mainly keeping me comfortable and hydrated. I put Craig to work massaging my back and hips; if he was going to be their father, he could damn well help Mommy through this. I called Mark and told him they needed to pack and get out here before they missed it.
The contractions were between eight and fifteen minutes apart as we got to the driveway. Moe pulled up in front of the clinic and Doc was first onto the bus, followed by Remi. They burst into the room just as another contraction hit. Craig had moved so he was behind me and I was leaning back against his chest; he helped me control my breathing through it as Doc did a quick exam. “Looks like you got here at the right time, Ella.”
“GET THESE THINGS OUT OF ME, DOC!”
He laughed. “They’ll be here soon enough. Come on, let’s get her into the room.” Remi and Doc each took an arm and helped me to my feet. I waddled to the front of the RV, everyone else was already off except Craig who was trailing behind me. I had a little difficulty with the stairs, and as soon as I stepped down to the gravel path I felt warm liquid splashing down my legs.
“Shit.” I looked down, my skirt was soaked and there was a puddle under me. “Water’s broke.”
“At least you didn’t mess up your favorite vehicle,” Craig said. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” I looked back as I waddled in, omegas were already coming out to clean up the mess. In minutes I had my soiled clothing removed, was cleaned off and put in a gown, and was resting on the bed with Craig behind me again.
Werewolf mates can get a little out of control watching their mates in pain, especially with a male doctor touching them down there, so they are kept at the top of the bed for everyone’s safety. Doc brought in the equipment he would need, then did a quick examination. “You’re dilated two centimeters, Ella. Just relax and get rest when you can, it could be a long night.”
When Doc and I had talked, I had told him I wanted a “natural” childbirth, no drugs, no epidural. This was normal for werewolves, as we could recover faster and our wolf side gave us a higher pain tolerance. After the sixteenth hour of back labor, I was cursing Mark, Craig, the Moon Goddess and my missing wolf for leaving me like this.
The nurse came in just after nine in the morning and did another check. “Eight centimeters, you’re doing great.”
“No man is ever touching me again.” I let out a choked cry as another contraction rolled through me; I just wanted it to be over. For the last six hours I had been falling asleep between contractions, but they were now five minutes apart and I was exhausted. Craig had wised up, he would hold my hand but only with one finger at a time. Wimp.
Remi went into the bathroom and came back with a cool washcloth for my head. Mark was sitting up by my head, with Olivia on his lap to help keep him calm. I looked over at Shelley, she had just come in with a glass of orange juice for me. I sucked it down and thanked her, having my family around made it easier to deal with the pain.
By noon, I was fully dilated and they were coming out. “Push hard, Ella, to the count of five.” I screamed in pain as I bore down to the count. “I can see the head, Ella, we’re almost there.” Doc looked back up at me. “When I tell you, I need you to push hard again.”
I was breathing hard, I was exhausted, and I was at the end of my rope. “Push, Ella, push until I tell you to stop.” I closed my eyes and pushed hard, my teeth gritted as the pain as my insides stretched to their limits. “You’re doing great, one more push!” I kept at it, and suddenly the pressure was gone as the first boy came out.
“Ella, he’s…” Craig was almost in shock. Mark was pale, his face a strange mix of love and horror.
Doc wrapped a towel around him and set him on my bare chest. “Beautiful, isn’t he?”
He kissed my hair. “Of course, but I was going to say he was a mess.” It was true, all the blood and fluids, but I saw right past that. Doc clamped the umbilical cord and Craig cut it. My arms held my firstborn as the contraction hit again.
“The second one wants out, it’s time to push again.” I knew what to expect this time, and as the nurse took the first to clean and check it, I focused on my other boy. It only took a few minutes before he was in my arms.
“Congratulations, Ella, you have two healthy boys. Times of birth, 12:47 and 12:52. Have you decided on names?”
I nodded as my firstborn latched on, I winced a little as he started to suck. “Mitchell Douglas Grey for this little guy.” My hand brushed his matted down hair as I memorized his features. “And this little guy,” I said as the second one was put in my right arm and started to look for the nipple, “This one is Darryl Thomas Grey.”
“Strong names for our boys,” Craig said.
“They will be honored,” Mark said. The nurse sent everyone but Remi out to the waiting room while she helped me with breastfeeding and gave them a good cleaning. Remi helped me out of bed and into the tub for a bath while the bedding was changed and the room was cleaned up. When I settled back into bed, the babies were bundled up and placed in my arms. I started to let people in, and they were held and loved on by a steady stream of friends and relatives.
Come dinner time, everyone left to go eat and I was brought a tray while the babies slept in a bassinet by the bed. “Ella?” Doc poked his head in. “I need to tell you something.” “What is it?”
He sat on the bed next to me, a piece of paper in his hand. “We did blood typing on your sons. You are Type O positive, and Mark is Type B positive. Your babies are Type A positive.”
I looked at him, making the connection. “So?”
“Mark isn’t the father, Ella.”
My face fell as the words registered in my mind. David… David Tanner, the man who had me drugged, who tried to claim me against my will, who RAPED me on that cabin bed was their father. I looked over at them, my boys were sleeping peacefully, but something shifted inside me. You couldn’t put the toothpaste back in the tube.
I wondered if I would ever be able to look at them without remembering HIM and what he did to me.
“There’s no chance you are wrong, Doc?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s impossible. I ran the tests on all of you twice just to be sure. I could do DNA testing, but since you have only been with two men, it wouldn’t change the answer.” Tears ran down my face, I closed my eyes and laid back onto the pillow. I was crying so hard I didn’t even notice he had left.
The bed dipped and I felt the tingles on my arms and neck as Craig pulled me in to his side. He didn’t say anything, he just held me tight and let me cry it out. When I was finally done, I looked up from his now-soaked shirt and into his eyes. “He told you?”
He nodded. “He said you needed me.”
I started to cry again. “I’d been lying to myself, saying that they were Mark’s all this time. It made everything easier, thinking they were his. But, I still… I still love them. I hate myself for thinking less of them, but I love them despite it all.”
He kissed me gently, his hand cupping my face as his thumb cleared the tears away. “Look at them,” he said. I looked over, they were together in the bassinet, their foreheads touching since they were bundled up like little burritos. “So helpless. So innocent. They have done nothing, Ella, and you shouldn’t feel different about them. It doesn’t change anything about what you have been through, it doesn’t change them.” As we were talking, Mitchell started to fuss and wake up. Craig got up and picked him up in his arms, the tiny baby contrasted with the muscled and strong young Alpha. “I don’t need wolf senses to see that he needs a change,” he said.
I sat up and moved over to the changing table. “Come on, it’s time you learn this.” He set him down and unwrapped the blanket, then loosened one tab of the diaper.
Mitchell picked this time to fully evacuate his bowels, his little face scrunching up as he tried to get it out. “Oh my Luna, what the HELL is that?” Craig put the tab back down and backed away, almost gagging from the smell.
“Baby poo.” I smacked him on the arm. “We talked about this from the book. Meconium poop. It starts like this, then changes color as he digests more breast milk.” He started to dry heave. “I thought you were a big bad Alpha male? A little black tarry poo and you’re useless.” I pulled the diaper back, putting it back down in case the cool air caused him to pee as well. “At least be useful, get some wipes ready.”