Page 132 of No Omega Needed

"Oh, okay," Oakley says, coming into the room. She's got an arm full of bottled water. Her eyes get huge when she spots Baby wiggling around in agony.

"It's receding," Baby says, finally lessening her grip on my hand.

"Got it," Walker says, still staring at his watch.

"So there's probably something I should tell you," Oakley says, falling to her knees at my side. She stares at Baby and grimaces. "I'm an omega. You can't tell anyone, but I can try to release soothing pheromones if you think it'll help."

"What?" Baby gasps.

My jaw falls open. She's an omega trying to make it in the industry? She's in for a wild ride that's for sure.

"Fuck yes," I hiss. I look at Baby. "It always helps when Kitten does it."

"Give it a try," Walker says. "I mean please, if you wouldn't mind?"

"Of course," Oakley agrees, then looks at Baby. "I mean, it's really up to you…"

"Hell yes," Baby says. She looks exhausted, and it makes my gut churn. Issac and I are fucking up big time. Pregnancy is a huge deal, and we've been dragging her all over the country. Even today, we should've told Jamen to fuck off and stayed home.

"Will you stay with Love?" Walker asks Oakley. "Dexter and I are going to see if we can find towels and supplies. We won't leave the building, but we'll see if Hawk has any news on Issac and Vince."

"Of course," Oakley agrees.

"Okay," Baby says, like she's psyching herself up. "Please be safe. I need you two here with me."

I gently shoulder Oaks out of the way and pull Baby's mouth to mine. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she says as Walker pulls me to my feet.

I stomp out of the room and pace the long hallway. I'm jonesing hard-fucking-core. I know it would make all of this a lot easier to handle emotionally.

Only… I don't have anything on me.

I sigh, shaking my head at the ceiling.

"Are you okay?" Walker asks, pulling me in for a hug.

I look at him like he's stupid. The woman I love is in labor. Issac and Riggs aren't here, and my fucked-up brain thinks it would be an excellent time to dip out and get high because the pressure feels like it could eat me alive at any second. Of course I'm not okay.

Jude nods. His watch slides around on his wrist as he scratches at his jaw.

"There are a lot of us who hold responsibility for this disaster." Walker sighs. "Don't use it as an excuse to get high. Use this as your motivation to stay clean. You're having a fucking baby. It's coming any time now. You've got to get yourself together. I need you to be my goddamn partner so we can tackle thistogether."

"Yeah, like anybody actually believes I can do anything to help," I growl, shoving into Walker's chest as I walk by.

He grabs my arm, spinning me back around. He slams me into the damn wall.

"Love has faith in you. So does Issac. Quit having a pity party and prove them right."

Walker looks at me with contempt.

Yeah, I get it, dude… I'm a fuck-up, it's what I do. I disappoint people. Mess shit up. Always make the wrong choice. It's my M.O.

"So do I, for the record," he says, surprising the hell out of me. That's what gets me… It’s the earnest look on his face.

My head falls back against the wall. A shaky sob tries to make its way out of my chest. My hands fly to cover my face.

"We should be in there or getting the shit we need," I say, but my voice cracks.