the room, and Indigo put Logan down, and he wanted to be back in Indigo’s arms. Instead, he stripped out of his clothes. Just as he was pulling his pants down, the two soccer players inside of him decided that was the time to fight. He stopped, bent over and clutching his stomach, taking in measured breaths as the contraction went on for far too long. Indigo was right next to him, his fingers dancing along Logan’s spine, bringing him comfort.
When the contraction subsided, Logan sat up, panting.
He finished undressing and was given one of the gowns that Logan kept in the clinic room. He got onto the bed with the help of his mate. Nerves were eating him as he twisted his fingers together.
“You’re going to do great,” Emory said.
It oddly calmed Logan down a bit. “I’m used to being on the other side of things.”
Emory nodded his understanding. “Well, this time you get to um, semi relax and leave it to me and Kelsey.”
She wasn’t there yet, but she’d already called, and Kash had updated them she was ten minutes out.
Emory hooked him up with both heart monitors, one for the babies and another for Logan. He wanted all the wires off him, but he also knew they were necessary.
Another contraction happened, and they were close as hell.
“Let me check you,” Emory said.
Logan lifted his legs, and he clutched Indigo’s hand with a death grip. His mate had a cool facial expression, but there was still the fear that trickled through the bond.
“Indigo,” Logan called out in a whisper.
His mate met his eyes, and Logan reached up, cupping his face. “It’s okay. They are in the right position, and there haven’t been any complications. I’m fine, and the babies are too.” Logan needed his mate to believe it.
Indigo closed his eyes, lowering his forehead to Logan’s, and took in deep breaths. Logan pushed his love and comfort through the bond. Indigo opened his eyes, and cobalt blue sparkled back at Logan.
“I love you, Bean.”
Logan felt his lips tug up in a smile. “I love you too.”
He pressed a quick kiss to Logan’s lips.
“I didn’t miss anything, right?” Kelsey asked, barging into the room, her shoulder-length hair pulled back. She quickly went to wash her hands and get ready to help deliver Logan’s babies.
“No,” Emory said.
Logan focused back on his mate. He let those two worry about everything. For once he was on the other side, and his primary focus was going to be on his mate and his children.
Another set of contractions came within five minutes of each other.
“All right, Logan, you’re dilated enough. I need you to push on this next contraction,” Kelsey said.
Logan looked to Indigo. “Okay.” He just stayed staring at his mate even as the contraction came and he pushed with everything in him.
“Good, good. Let’s try again on the next one,” Kelsey said.
On the next one, Logan felt as if he were pushing a watermelon out of him. And just when he was about to give up, the pain slightly subsided, and the next thing Logan heard was the soft cries of a baby.
“Boy,” Emory exclaimed.
Logan lifted his head to see. He watched as Emory handed the scissors to Indigo, and he cut the umbilical cord. Kelsey then handed the baby, wrapped in a small thin blanket, over to Indigo.
The sight before him stole his heart, and Logan wanted to take a picture to forever remember it.
“All right, now we’re just waiting on number two,” Kelsey said,
Emory stayed right next to her being a perfect assistant. Logan was still stuck on the word “two.” He had to go through that all over again. He fixed his mate with a glare.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Indigo asked, wiping the sweat from Logan’s face.
“If you think I will do this ever again, you have another thing coming,” Logan ground out.
He flopped his head back, soaking up the brief minutes he had for a break.
“That’s fine, Bean. If you want to be done after these two, it can just be me, you, Gabriella, and the two babies.”
Logan fixed his mate with another glare. He was saying all the right things, but what was the chance he wouldn’t get pregnant again? And the thought of more children didn’t sound too bad—it was the no coffee and then being split in half that wasn’t appealing.
Another contraction hit him, and Logan was honestly done with it all. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to breathe through