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“Let’s move to the bedroom. Towels. Blankets. On the floor.”

The move to the bedroom was a blur of breathing and stopping and bracing myself as the intensity of the contractions built up more and more. Once Bronson laid everything out and spoke to the healer, telling him to cancel the replacement coming over, he took off his shoes and got on the floor next to me. I was on my hands and knees, naked, with sweat pouring off me.

The pup is coming. We can do this.

We could.

My hands curled into fists as the urge to push took over my senses. My body tensed, pouring every ounce of energy into the process, as it should.

“It’s time, mate. Can you get ready to…” Another round of pushing took over my body. My wolf was mostly in charge now.

“I’m here,” Bronson said, now sitting behind me. “Oh, sweetheart, I see their head. You’re almost there.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as a burning sensation fired up on the ring of my channel. It was time to push this baby out. To welcome him or her into this world.

“I’m pushing,” I said, clenching my jaw. I moved my knees apart, widening my stance and gathered everything in me.

And pushed.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

“That’s it, Tate. That’s it. He’s here.”

“He?” I sobbed, collapsing onto my chest, face down on the blankets. My ass was still raised high. I knew there was a bit more that had to come out. The afterbirth.

“He, omega mine. You gave us a son. A beautiful son.”

Bronson clipped the umbilical cord and brought him to me. I rolled over, and my mate placed our babe on my chest. I counted his fingers and toes and made sure everything was fine. I would love him no matter what, but I had to inspect him.

“He’s beautiful, just like you,” Bronson said, tears running down his face.

“He’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, blinking back some of my own tears.

“You did so well, mate. I am amazed by you.”

I nodded, agreeing for once. “What should we name him?” I asked.

“We talked about Cillian. Did you still want that?”

“Yes. I love it. And I love you, alpha. None of this would be possible without you.”

He hugged us both and helped me clean up and clean our babe up. The healer arrived soon after and praised me along with Bronson on a job well done.

We were a family now.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Bronson

My omega was the best. At everything. From the moment the baby was laid on his chest, he was a dad. With all the skills that entailed. I knew he’d been reading up on the subject since he found out he was pregnant, but I believed he was a natural. Our son was happy, healthy, and well-fed, and the two of them thrived.

The arrival of my new family member had me thinking. The law firm was all-encompassing, promising me a fast partnership and paying me very well but at the same time, working me to a frazzle.

Days could be fourteen or fifteen hours long, leaving me no time for the club or my mate and son. What kind of a life was that? Three weeks into my paternity leave, I put in my notice and signed a lease on a small office where I hung out my shingle. I still firmly believed everyone was entitled to excellent defense, and with my profits from my “side gig,” I could do it at a cut rate and still be fine. Take on a few cases at a time, people who would have had to take the services of anyone they could find without a reason to think they could be successful.