Page 136 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

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Mallory Seventeen Months Old

“Don’t pass out,” Ben says, chuckling. “I think it would take all three of them to keep your big ass from hitting the ground.”

“Don’t curse in front of Mallory,” I growl, but I smile at her to offset the tone.

“She barely knows five words,” Ben snorts. “Okay, ten if we’re being generous.”

Ben’s girlfriend Heidi comes up, stretching out her hands for Mallory.

“I’ll distract her if you want to smack the crap out of him,” she says, tickling Mallory’s sides.

I chuckle.

If Benjamin fucking Hall has a perfect match, it’s Heidi. She takes no bullshit, has a good head on her shoulders, and she’s kind of intimidating when she needs to be.

“It’s taking forever,” Oliver says, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“You know how these things go,” Carver adds, tossing an arm around his shoulder. “Have I said thank you for agreeing to get married in St. Louis? Because I really fucking appreciate it.”

“You have,” I assure him.

The rest of our families were pretty flexible about traveling. Mel suggested doing the ceremony here so Carver’s mom and dad could witness it. I don’t think he cried the day Mallory was born, but he sure as shit got weepy when our omega suggested making sure his parents could witness our big day.

“They need you,” Nik says to Ben, yanking at his collar. “And we need to get lined up.”

“Let’s do this,” I say, clapping Oliver on the back.

“Here you go,” Heidi says, handing Mallory back to Ben.

“All right, let’s get you guys hitched,” Ben chuckles. “Say bye-bye to the dad brigade.”

He waves and Mallory frowns. Her big blue eyes blink like she might burst into tears.

“Dada,” she says, stretching for me. I haven’t yet figured out how to say no to that precious little face, so I take her.

“Traitor,” Ben says, laughing.

“I love you,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Don’t you want to go see Mommy?”

“No, no, no,” she says, burying her face in my shirt.

“Come on, we’ve got to walk your mom down the aisle,” Ben says, trying to take her back.

“No,” she screeches, turning away from him.

“Change of plans?” Carver offers, chuckling as he covertly flips me off. “We all know who the favorite is.”

“That’s because he spoils her rotten,” Ben says, frowning. “You want me to tell Mel she’ll see her at the end of the aisle with you fuc—fine gentleman?”

“Yeah, we’ve got to get up there,” Nik says.

“Holy shit,” Oliver whispers.

“Goddamn,” Carver hisses.

“We’re in a fucking church,” Nik says softly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh, because that was so much better?” Carver snorts.

“She’s beautiful,” I choke out.

“Mama, mama, mama,” Mallory choruses as soon as she spots Mel.

“She’s so pretty,” Oliver says, swallowing thickly.

“I knew it would be puffy like a princess dress,” Nik says, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Wow,” Oliver says, tickling Mallory’s tummy. “So in case you didn’t notice, they’re in the same dress.”

“Really?” I lift Mallory and chuckle because she’s definitely in a much smaller, less intricate version of Mel’s dress.

Ben and Mel make it to the bottom of the steps. I sure as fuck never thought he’d be the one to walk her down the aisle, but it’s strangely fitting. We’re the definition of a blended family these days.

Heidi and Ben even take Mallory overnight once in a while, but they always stay in town. I was surprised they offered to do the same here in St. Louis.

Oliver did pay for their hotel though. They spend a lot on traveling regularly to see her, so it seemed fair.

They’ll be keeping her for a few nights so that we can have a mini honeymoon. Or I guess a babymoon since we didn’t do one last time.

Oliver looked up Mel’s dads. She hasn’t had any further contact with her mother, despite Mel’s best efforts.

Oliver wanted to see if maybe her mom had something to do with them leaving and never reaching out to Mel again.

He checked for court records, email correspondence, and other shit I didn’t understand.

He deemed them not worth bothering with.

We were going to try to surprise Mel by reuniting them, but we took Oliver’s word for it.

Sometimes people are a lost cause, and it’s okay to keep them from tainting your future.

Ben helps Mel up the stairs and they share a brief hug.

“Mama,” Mallory babbles, tossing herself at Mel.

“Hey, cutie,” Mel says, taking her from my arms.

It might be weird, I don’t know, but seeing her hold Mallory on her hip with that big rounding of a baby belly gives me a hard on. Right in the middle of our wedding in a fucking church.

“We both need Jesus,” Carver mutters, turning behind me and readjusting his dick.

“Yup,” Nik agrees, smirking dangerously at Mel.

We didn’t knock her up on her first heat, but we managed it on the second go round. She’s almost eight months, and I love every delicious curve.

“Are we ready?” the minister asks, clearing his throat.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Carver says, rubbing his hands together.

“I can’t believe he’ll technically be my husband too,” Oliver mutters.

“I love you, too, man.” Carver bumps his shoulder against Oliver’s.

“God, you’re so damn beautiful,” Nik says, leaning in to kiss Mel.

“No skipping ahead in the ceremony,” Heidi calls from the audience.

Mel bursts into a fit of laughter.

I step around the others to pull her into my chest. “Let’s do it.”

This wraps up the main epilogue, but I get more requests for extra-long happy endings than anything else.

If you’re content with how the story stands, then you can be done here.

If you’d like to live in the happily ever after for a little longer, then snuggle in and enjoy the fluffy comfort with a few extra scenes.