Page 127 of Talk About… Dramay

I’ve never seen my alpha move so fast. He was over the back of the couch and pulling me into a hug in seconds, cluing in the rest of them that something else was going on.

As if Henry knew what his job was, he trotted from one to the next, walking in circles around the room so he had everyone’s attention.

“Are you serious, Oriana?!” Cameron gasped, looking at me for a split second. I freaked out as he froze, thinking that he was about to panic. Instead, a wide smile took over his face, and he rushed at me almost as crazily as Tate had. He scaled the couch and came to a stop in front of me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” he said, his voice shaky as he held me. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands on my hips as he pressed his face close to my belly.

“Your dads can’t wait to meet you, little one.”

Oriana

In just a few short hours, I would have everything I’d ever dreamed of. Despite the painful contractions, I was smiling when I walked into the birthing center.

My pack could not say the same. Shockingly, Roman, Hudson, and Tate were a mess. Cameron and Lane were my rock through it all, making sure everyone had what they needed, loading me in the car, and getting us here in record time.

In fact, Cameron had been that way the entire pregnancy. He’d rubbed my feet when they were swollen, made sure I had every craving, even at ungodly hours of the night, and was reading just about every book he could on pregnancy, babies, and parenting.

Sometimes, it still hit me right in the chest when I thought about how far we’d come.

A little over a year ago, I was a mess, driving into town expecting the worst, only to find my entire future waiting for me.In fact, part of my future was already by my side, I just didn’t know it yet.

Hiring Tate, Hudson, and Lane as my fake pack was one of the best decisions I ever made. What had started as such a petty way to get back at Cameron turned into a pack that was really mine—one that stuck by me through the drama and ensured that I had the life that I deserved.

That we all deserved.

Now, here we are, almost a year later, about to welcome our sweet little girl to the world.

Back at our pack house, we were already ready for the new phase of our lives. Thanks to the baby shower, and her daddies already wanting to spoil her rotten, we had everything we could ever need.

There were bassinets waiting in most of the rooms. In fact, they each had one in their bedrooms, along with her crib in our master bedroom.

The nursery was painted a blush pink, the décor a mix of white and gold, accenting it perfectly. The room was sweet and elegant, and I loved everything about it.

“If I pass out, somebody catch me,” Roman said as we were led to our room. We found a birthing center not far from home that had everything we needed.

In fact, when I started having contractions, they already had Henry over at Mama Whittaker’s and had the car warming up.

At least Lane had. Cameron was busy trying to whip the others into shape when they were in their freak-out moment.

Roman nearly passed out once already, and Tate was barely holding it together, looking more freaked out than I’d ever seen him. It was completely out of character.

Hudson was no longer stoic, but practically frantic, afraid that we’d forget something or not get there in time. Hedeveloped a fear of me giving birth in the car after one video a few months ago.

Sometimes, alphas were dramatic.

“Welcome in, Whitaker pack. Are we ready to meet your daughter soon?” Nurse Jennings called out. She had been the one we’d had all our consultations and meet-and-greets with, along with Dr. Marks.

He was a kind beta who looked like a huge nerd and was incredibly intelligent and compassionate. Every one of my mates liked him.

He was the perfect man for the role, easing the guys’ worries as much as he could during our initial visits, and I had a feeling he’d be doing more of that today.

Nurse Jennings made quick work of getting me changed into a gown that was much better than the standard hospital gown and walked us through a lot of the procedures.

I whimpered as another contraction hit, this one nearly bringing me to my knees.

Thankfully, Cameron and Lane were on either side of me, catching me and leading me to the bed.

Nurse Jennings was already moving, hooking me up to the monitors to watch the contractions on the screen. I barely caught my breath when another one hit.