Months had passed, and within that time, Dominick’s stomach had grown to the point he refused to leave the bedroom sometimes. He’d been fine heading outside when his stomach first started showing, putting on my large t-shirts and sweaters to hide the growing bump, but by his fourth month, people would have grown too suspicious, so he rarely went out. He still worked on volunteer jobs for the council, but he did it from home, and I’d lent him the study to do it comfortably.

I took my month leave when Dominick’s due date was two weeks away, so I could also have two weeks after the baby came to be at home with them. If complications happened, I could always try to get more time off. Frankly, I would have loved more, but I’d come to an agreement with my employer so I could leave work earlier for a few more months after that.

Dominick and I were relaxing at home one day, when suddenly, he gasped, and his body spasmed. I looked down at him in alarm, and he had this stunned look on his face.

“What is it?” I asked immediately.

“I don’t—”

His voice cut off with short scream, and he looked at me with wide, scared eyes as he curved over his stomach.

“Dominick!”

“John, I think it’s time!” he breathed out.

My heart froze in terror, and in the next moment, Dominick let out a loud scream.

“Shit!”

The date we got was still a few days away, but I knew it wasn’t set in stone. Dominick was ready to have the baby, but I sure as hell was not ready for this to be happening. Dominick had been worrying about the birth being early, but I had put the matter off until I took my time off. Now that it was here, even with all the thinking and worrying I’d done, I still wasn’t prepared.

“John!”

At Dominick’s frantic call, I moved. I was terrified. I knew nothing about birthing Omegas, besides the few pointers I’d gotten from the doc. But there was no way I was calling someone from my previous pack, either. As far as I cared, this right here was me creating a new pack, with just me, Dominick and our pups, and it was more than enough for me.

I was going to be the one to deliver my child.

“Calm down, baby,” I said as gently as I could, getting my arms underneath his knees and back, and easily lifting him up.

Dominick clung to me as his body trembled, biting down on his lip, but unable to completely muffle the whimpers slipping out of his throat. He probably felt scared, just as I did, but in this situation, I was the one supposed to be offering comfort here.

I hurried us over to our bedroom. In the past few months, Dominick had marked his side of the bed and pretty much shoved me off any time I tried to trespass in it. I stayed on my side, and if he felt like it, he would come closer to me in a cuddle. The past couple weeks, he’s nearly taken over the whole bed and created a nest full of pillows and blankets that he practically rolled in so they were completely filled with his scent. I set him down in his make shift nest, and carefully took off his pants, then pulled a sheet over him.

When I went to leave, he grasped at my arm. I was surprised by his sudden strength, feeling like he could break my arm if he really tried. I patted his hand.

“Just wait here, okay? I need to get a few things, okay? I promise I’ll be right back. I’ll bring some towels and the things for the baby from the nursery, okay?”

He let me go, and I ran to get all the things I needed. I had it all back in the room within a minute.

“Okay,” I murmured. “I need you to lay back against your pillows, and raise your knees for me, legs spread. We’re going to deliver this baby ourselves, okay?”

Dominick met my eyes, and there was still some terror in his, but he grit his teeth and nodded. He reached a hand out, and I took it quickly in my own and squeezed it a little.

The process was incredibly long. Neither of us knew much, but with instinct and the little knowledge that we did know, we managed. Dominick and I worked together, and after hours of a lot of pain and blood, Dominick gave birth to a healthy baby.

I held my son in my hands, looking at him in awe as he screamed his little head off. He had blood and other fluids all over him, and I quickly reached for one of the soft towels. I patted the blood off him. He didn’t need to be washed for a few days, and besides the blood, the fluid that he came out with shouldn’t be anything harmful. Quite the opposite. I picked up a blanket to wrap him in, and looked over at Dominick. I only just noticed when looking at Dominick and seeing the tears trailing down his cheeks that I was crying as well. The things tickling my face must be tears.

“We have a son,” I said softly, holding the baby carefully and moving closer to Dominick.

He was lying back, looking completely exhausted, but he still found the strength to lift up his arms and take the baby. He let out a few giggles, and I smiled at him.

“John, he’s so perfect,” he said hoarsely, more tears leaking out of his eyes.

“He really is,” I agreed, wiping off my tears. “Wait for me here, okay? I want to get some warm water to wipe you down.”

At least I’d had the forethought to have towels put under him so the bed wasn’t too drenched. I knew he’d be sad if I had to mess up the nest he’d spent so much time fixing up. I went to the bathroom and found a basin in a cupboard and filled it half way with some warm water. Then I went back to Dominick.

He put the now sleeping baby so the side of him, and I helped him out of the rest of his clothes and wiped him down. Then, I found some soft clothes for him to put on, and added more towels around his hips.

I took the dirty towels down to the washer and dryer, then I went upstairs with some food for Dominick to eat. He would need to keep up with his current diet to regain the energy and blood his body lost, then slowly start eating less food, but with higher nutrition while he nursed the baby.

When everything that needed to be taken care of was finally done, I could finally relax and have a good look at my son and my mate.

“John, we don’t have a name for him yet,” Dominick said, looking up at me anxiously.

I patted his hair comfortingly. “It’s fine, give it a few days and we’ll figure something out. There’s just too many names available, and we haven’t settled on any one name…”

He sighed and snuggled, his arms wrapped around the baby, and my arms wrapped around the both of them. I rested my head against his as we both looked down at our son. My eyes misted again, my heart full to bursting with love for these two beings, the most important people to me.

“Dominick,” I whispered.

“Hmm?” He looked up at me, a smile curving his lips.

“I know it’s a bit late. I love our son and…I love you. I should have told you ages ago.”

His smile widened, and he stretched his neck to peck me on the lips, then snuggled against my neck. “I know,” he said softly. “And I love you, too.”