Page 109 of The Feral Alpha

The midwife rolled her eyes. “Olson gave his consent. So shush.”

Rex looked at Olson, feeling a bit betrayed. Olson rubbed his hand soothingly. “It’s part of the procedure. We need to know how far along I am. She’s not doing this to claim me in any way.”

“You’re getting there,” the midwife said. “There’s still a while to go.”

“Fine,” Rex grumbled.

When the midwife left, he put his own fingers back into Olson, four of them at once, to make Olson forget the feeling of the midwife inside him. From the gasp Olson gave, it worked.

Rex fingered his omega through a few contractions, finally getting Olson over the edge. Then he clambered onto the bed, cuddling with Olson.

Between contractions, Olson paced next to the bed. Then the midwife returned to put her fingers back inside, and Rex had to put his fingers in again after she’d left.

“Did you see her face when she realized you were fingering me?” Olson hissed, his face red.

Rex narrowed his eyes. “Mine.”

Olson shook his head exasperatedly, but the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.

Rex pushed his fingers back into Olson. He would’ve used his cock, but he couldn’t stay hard when the contractions made Olson tense up in pain.

“No pain,” Rex growled, hating that he’d caused his omega all this suffering.

“The epidural is on its way,” Olson said. “No pain after that.”

It still took too long to arrive; Rex flinched at the needle. But Olson handled the contractions a lot better after that.

“It’ll be over soon,” Olson murmured. “Then we’ll be in for a whole other kind of torment with the crying and sleepless nights.”

Luckily, their parents had volunteered to help. Rex’s dad had moved to Meadowfall last month; they now had five parents to help with childcare.

With markers and sturdy paper, they made some simple drawings for the twins to color when they were older. Then Olson’s contractions came faster, and he tried to push.

Rex did everything he could do to help. He rubbed Olson’s back; he kissed Olson’s forehead.

“Push,” the midwife said. “Push.”

“Push,” Rex repeated.

“No,” Olson snarled, and he was so beautiful. “Stop telling me what to do.”

Yeah, Rex loved him with every last bit of his heart. “Okay. Love you.”

Olson huffed and kept pushing. He was trembling with the effort, his hair matted with sweat, his chest heaving. Rex wished there was something he could do to help.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured into Olson’s hair. “So beautiful.”

Olson gritted his teeth, holding Rex’s hand so tightly that his bones ground together.

Finally, finally, something bloody slid out of Olson. Olson flopped back tiredly, breathing hard.

Rex hugged him and dropped kisses all over his face. “So proud,” Rex murmured, nuzzling him. “You’re best omega.”

Olson cracked a smile. “One more to go.”

Rex kissed him sweetly.

A wail pierced the air. Both of them looked over, and the midwife carefully set their child on Olson’s chest. “Such a beautiful boy,” she said.