Page 128 of Talk About… Dramay
“Looks like it’s baby time,” she said, rushing out to get the doctor.
“Oh god, oh god,” Roman started. He rushed to my side and held my hand. I don’t know who was squeezing harder—him or me—but it didn’t matter. Having him there was keeping me sane.
Now that we were facing the moment of truth, they were all calming down and putting me first like I knew they would. They followed every order that the doctor and nurse gave them when they walked back in.
After a quick exam, the doctor was scrubbing his hands and having the nurse help him into gloves, the staff getting the sterile environment ready and walking the guys through the steps.
Then he was settled at the end of the bed, guiding my feet into the stirrups.
“Alright, Oriana, are you ready to push?”
Famous last words.
The next couple of hours were a blur of pain, me yelling at my pack, and them taking everything with a smile.
There was a steady flow of gentle words from my pack assuring me that I was doing an amazing job.
Then I pushed one final time, and a few beats later, I heard it—the beautiful cries of my baby girl—before she was put against my chest.
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked down at her. We never had any intentions of finding out who the biological father was, because they would all be her dads, but as I looked down at her it was obvious.
She was a perfect mix of me and Lane. The odds of a beta getting me pregnant were slim, but leave it to him to beat the odds.
Honestly, he was the perfect dad to go first. This was his family and it was growing. Something he’d always wanted.
Our daughter had copper hair, just like me, and her rounded cheeks and little nose looked like my baby pictures.
But her teal eyes and the shape of her face, was all Lane.
“She’s beautiful,” Lane was the first to break the silence. “Just like her mama.”
“There you are, sweet little Bailey,” Cameron said in a soft voice. He was the only other one who knew I’d settled on a baby name.
Bailey settled as Cameron broke out in a soft lullaby. The one he sang to her every night before bed.
I swear my heart exploded in my chest. One body was never meant to contain so much love.
I adored my pack. They were the perfect protectors, some of my best friends. They knew me better than I knew myself and made sure that I was never truly alone. Now, looking down at my baby in my arms, and seeing the love glowing on their faces, I knew they’d be even better fathers.
Holding my daughter, and knowing the waiting room was filled with grandparents and uncles—some by blood and some honorary—that this little girl would have a life full of family, and one loyal pup that would never leave her side.
Three days later,I was finally back home. I’d never been more grateful to see our pack house.
Hudson and Lane helped me inside and settled me on the couch. Cameron quickly got a fire going while Roman carried the car seat with our baby inside. Tate grabbed a few blankets and brought over the bassinet, though I doubt we’d need them much. This little girl didn’t get put down often, and I had no intentions of starting now.
In fact, the car ride was a little bit too long in between the last time I held her.
As if they could read my mind, in moments, my sweet girl was back in my arms—Bailey Vivian Whitaker. Named after a grandmother she hadn’t met.
Lane had openly cried when I announced it, then held our girl, telling her all about the woman she was named after.
While I respected the need for most families to stay away after the birth and let the pack acclimate, I wanted mine close.Brandon was dying to visit and they’d all given us space once they knew she was born.
And I wanted my dad.
When I heard the tires on gravel, I couldn’t help but grin. He was going to love Bailey as much as he loved me.
The door flung open without a single knock, and soon Brandon was rushing inside.