Page 42 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

A Week Past Evie’s Due Date

Our little omega is all about not fitting the standard for her designation. The nurse blinks repeatedly when Evie begs to be allowed out of the birthing nest to walk around.

"Most omegas prefer to stay," the nurse states, fumbling over her words. "Well, in the nest."

Evie sighs. "Please? I think I need to walk a bit."

Murphy looks so torn. He gives Evie everything she wants, unless it goes against her health or safety.

He's a big ball of nerves. The nurse continues eyeing him uncomfortably.

Luke and I actually have a bet going. We both agree he'll have security called on him at least once before the baby arrives.

He doesn't even have to do anything to scare people.

The deep, gravelly tone of his voice is enough to frighten most everyone, and he's putting out murdery vibes more than usual.

"I'll see what I can do," the nurse finally concedes.

"You're doing great," Luke says, rubbing our wife's lower back as she paces the hospital corridor.

"Okay," Evie hisses. She grips his hand for dear life as she shuffles back and forth. Luke grimaces as she claws his forearm. "Time to lean against the wall."

The rolling wave of her contraction hits all of us at once. I hiss out a breath, grinding my teeth. It's like getting kicked in the nuts every damn time.

Luke chuckles, shaking his head at Murphy who's cupping his cock and strangely dancing around like he's a ballerina.

"I'm actually okay with having a weaker bond," Luke says, laughing. "I'm the only one who isn't useless every time a contraction hits."

"I bloody hate you," I hiss as my balls ache and my lower back throbs.

"For the love of God," Connor groans, rubbing at his lumbar region.

"Yeah," Evie agrees. "They're definitely getting stronger."

Our wife is hardcore. She starts shimmying along with Luke while the three of us are still grumbling and griping and trying to catch our breath.

"That never gets old," a nurse I don't recognize says to another at the desk. "What I wouldn't give to see my husband have to go through that."

"Come along," I say, clapping my mates on the back. "Our woman is giving us a bad name."

"My balls might never recover," Tom groans.

The women at the desk have a good laugh at our expense as we hobble off.

"It's always the big guys who go down," the nurse says, patting Murphy's shoulder. "Don't feel bad. At least you didn't actually hit the ground. We've had dads lose a tooth or end up with a broken nose."

She laughs again and heads out.

"You're welcome," Luke says, cuddling close to Evie's side. They moved us from the birthing suite to a private room a bit ago.

"Can't believe it's a girl," Tom sobs, staring down at our sweet bundle of joy. "The world seems so much scarier than it did yesterday…"

Yes, he's still having a bit of a nervous breakdown over the future. Which is likely why Evie opted to hold off until giving birth to find out the gender.

"Get it all out now," Evie says. "Peyton is never to hear a word of this."

"I'd never," Murphy growls indignantly. Peyton looks so damn tiny in his giant hands. It's a little unreal. "I love her to pieces. I'm just saying. Come visit me when I end up in prison."

Evie snorts, shaking her head. "Bring her over here. My boobs are convinced she needs to eat right now."

Murphy carries the baby over, handing her to Evie. Everly yanks down her gown and a giant breast escapes. I lick my lips. I'm strangely fascinated by the fact she can feed our child from her body. It's a goddamn wonder, and extremely arousing.

Murphy's eyes zero in on Peyton rooting around for Evie's nipple. "Okay, I feel like a fucking creep because that's making me hard," he grumbles, swiping a hand over his face.

"Agreed," I murmur, rearranging my cock.

Luke runs a hand over Peyton's head full of dark hair. Her tiny face seems so small in comparison to Evie's overfull breast.

Yes, fine, I'm with Murphy. The world absolutely seems more intimidating today with such a small human counting on us to keep her safe.

"How long is the healing process again?" Connor asks, turning away from Everly and Peyton.

"Six damn weeks," I grumble.

"Totally worth it," Connor says, clapping me on the back. "But fuck, that wait is going to feel like forever."

"Definitely," I agree. I head over and carefully take the seat on Evie's other side. "You did good. I love you, darling."

"Yeah, we really did," she says, smiling at me. "Love you, too, Archie."