Page 107 of The Feral Alpha

They kissed again, Rex tracing his scent all over Olson’s body.

Something popped. It was a barely-there feeling, like maybe Olson had imagined it. But the moment he tried to sit up, he felt wetness leak out of him, more than Rex’s usual.

It hit him then. “I think my water broke.”

29

BIRTH

Rex tried not to panic, but he did anyway.

He’d known the babies would be born soon. There was a chart on the wall back home where Olson marked off each day, and they’d been creeping ever closer to the due date.

They’d been getting comfortable with caring for Varrick and Emmy’s son, too, except Hunter was a lot bigger now, less fragile, and... what if Rex accidentally hurt their newborns?

“Shh. It’s okay. We’ll be okay,” Olson murmured, running his fingers through Rex’s hair. “I’ll text our parents, and one of them will give us a ride home. It’ll be a while before the birth anyway. Several hours.”

Rex growled, linking his fingers with Olson’s. “Nervous.”

“I know.” Olson kissed him softly. “We’ll be fine.”

Rex wanted to trust him, but he also knew he’d only relax when they were both home safe, the babies tucked into their cribs.

“C’mon, help me stand up.”

Rex helped him to his feet, straightening their clothes and doing his best to tuck his knot into his pants. He wrapped his arm around Olson’s waist and brought him out of the office, to where Emmy and Aaren were sitting at the bar drawing more butt blessings. Niall was shooting them wary looks from his booth, his shriveled hands tucked into his pockets.

“Hey, guys.” Olson nodded at Derek, his bouncer. “Looks like my water just broke. Rex and I will be heading home shortly. I’ll still be reachable by phone, so call me if there’s an emergency.”

“Ooh! That’s so exciting! Make sure you wriggle your butt and smack your cheeks! It’ll help!” Emmy beamed.

Niall buried his face in his laptop, sighing exasperatedly.

“You can have my butt blessings, if you want,” Niall said to Olson when he sat back upright, a few squares of paper falling out of his pocket when he pulled his hand out. “They’ll help with the birth, right?”

“I doubt it,” Olson said dryly.

“Hey!” Emmy scowled. “Butt blessings help with everything.”

“Need any other help around here?” Derek asked, on a break from guarding the door. His omega had stopped by to flirt with him, an impish young man with clever brown eyes and a crooked smile, whom Derek had fondly called You asshole on several occasions. Both of them seemed very amused by the endearment.

“Everything should’ve been covered,” Olson said. “But just in case there’s something I missed, I’ll appreciate the help. Keep me updated.”

Derek nodded.

Aaren frowned, staring at Olson’s very round belly. “Are you worried?”

Olson rubbed Rex’s back. “Rex is. We’ll be fine.”

He kept saying he’d be fine, but there were videos that said giving birth was a risk. Olson hadn’t wanted to watch those videos. Rex did anyway, and now there was a little knot of worry in his stomach.

Olson made Rex sit with him at a booth. The other bartender, Maria, made Rex his favorite raspberry mocktail. Rex barely drank from it.

“Can’t lose you,” Rex muttered, wrapping his hand around Olson’s. “Scared.”

Olson leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips. “We’ve talked about this. The chances of it going fine are a lot higher.”

Rex scrunched up his face anyway. Olson nudged him playfully in the side.