Page 137 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Mel just finished showering with Carver. The naughty little omega tried to undertake that all on her own, but she’s still very much recovering from giving birth. She did have some light tearing according to Dr. Jamison. Whatever the fuck that means, but only a couple of stitches.

I’m still unsure if that’s a good or a bad thing.

Not to mention, after a woman gives birth, there’s bleeding and other uncomfortable stuff going on. I felt woefully unprepared for all of that, but Oliver came through with more information than any of us ever needed.

It’s life.

Melody has to experience it, so the least we can do is support her through the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I think Mel wanted to avoid having any of us around for her first real shower attempt at home because she sure waited until we were occupied to try to manage it alone.

It didn’t take long for me to notice the pain. Carver quickly followed. Sure enough, Mel was half in and half out of the shower because stepping over the lip on the edge was a little too much.

I kept Mallory while Carver climbed in to help Mel. She put up quite the fuss about being too gross for company, but the bond lit up when he gently demanded that she let him help.

“I never knew how horrifying it could feel to be forced to wear what amounts to an adult diaper.” Mel sighs, resting her hands on the vanity in the bathroom. She’s dressed and looking a little miserable.

“It was worth it though, right, Mom?” I ask, doing my best to mimic a baby voice. I turn to the side, showing her Mallory’s sleepy baby face.

“Of course,” Mel says indignantly. Her face softens when she sees Mallory. “My vagina currently feels otherwise, but yes. She’s totally worth it. It does hurt though.”

“I know.” I slide up behind her. My free hand wraps around her middle, pulling her carefully back into my chest. She turns, running her hand over Mallory’s back.

“She’s so small,” she whispers, blinking up at me.

“She really is,” I agree. I can hold her tiny little body in one giant palm. She’s in what I call restless sleep, where she still wiggles around a little. “And absolutely precious.”

“I never believed what they said about forgetting how awful it is to give birth, but I’m starting to believe it. I look at her, and it’s like yeah, I could probably do it again to get another sweet baby out of the deal,” Mel says, grinning.

My heart pounds against my ribs.

I really like the sound of that.

“Want to snuggle in the nest for a bit?” I offer.

Melody lights up. “Yeah, but don’t let me fall asleep if I get too comfortable.”

“You think she’s hungry again already?” I ask, laughing because Mallory does seem to think she’s starving every hour or two. But I know Mel only ever worries about unexpectedly falling asleep when she’s lying down to nurse.

“Probably,” she says around a yawn.

“I’ll make sure she’s safe even if you doze off while breastfeeding,” I assure her, guiding her toward the nest.

It’s probably creepy to admit, but I’ve spent hours lately watching my girls sleep.

We get settled into the nest.

Melody does some cute-as-hell grumbling and whimpering that her pussy may never recover. I lie on my side facing her as she does the same. She whips out her breast, and Mallory seems to sense dinner is within reach.

I chuckle as she roots around until she finds Mel’s nipple.

Mallory’s tiny face shakes frantically as she attacks.

It’s precious.

I’m not quite sure how I lucked out, getting all I dreamed of and more. But I say my prayers every damn night in thanks.