Page 60 of Roommates' Alpha

“About twenty minutes.”

“Are all the bags in the car?”

“Crow is double-checking them now.”

He nodded. “And… you’re ok… with Xavier being in the operating room with me?”

I squeezed Micah. “Sweetheart, you need to do what’s best for you. We all knew only one of us could be in there. We’ll be in the waiting room, and will be by your side as soon as they let us.”

“Thank you.”

I kissed his blond curls. “We’ll get to hold our babies in a few hours.”

He hummed, and I felt his smile in the way his muscles moved against my lips.

“I bet they’re as adorable as their papa,” I murmured.

“I’m not adorable,” he retorted. “I’m fantastic.”

“You’re both.”

He chuckled, then winced.

“You ok?”

“Somebody stretched, right into something else.”

I kissed his hair again. “I’m going to tease you in a few days when you miss that.”

He snorted. “I love being pregnant. I don’t like my insides being abused.”

I laughed and squeezed him as tightly as I dared. “And we all know you’ll have forgotten all about it when you’re ready for more.”

He chuckled. “Probably.”

The door opened and I turned to see Terry standing in the entry. “Everything’s in the car, and we’re ready whenever you are.”

Micah nodded. “Can we all spend a few minutes cuddling together before we leave?”

I smiled as Crow, Terry, and Xavier each sat on the floor. I eased Micah down, then slid off the chair and joined them.

A few minutes cuddling with my mates before we were to become fathers. This was the life.

∞∞∞

I stared down at the baby boy in my arms—Emory. He looked so much like my own baby photos, that there was no doubt he was mine.

He blinked back up at me, obviously still trying to figure out the world outside of his papa. But he didn’t fuss, which made me happy.

A sniffle caught my attention, and I glanced up to see Xavier wiping away a tear, an expression of awe on his face. In his arms was our daughter Savannah, whose skin was only a couple of shades lighter than his.

I wondered if he was feeling the same amazement I was, seeing his features reflected back from that tiny body.

Crow and Terry hovered over the third bassinet—where our other daughter, Harper, slept. They were quietly discussing her features, trying to decide who she took after most. But they were pointing out each other’s traits, which felt right somehow. Neither wanted the other left out.

Micah was also asleep, something he probably desperately needed after the C-section.

I glanced down again in time to see Emory smacking his little pink lips, then yawning as he drifted off to sleep.