Searching For His Omega - Harper B. Cole Page 0,47
tears.
“The nursery didn’t want to give her back. She’s so precious,” the nurse handed her to me. “I’m not sure how awake Mr. Price is right now so…” she whispered as if he couldn’t hear.
“Thanks,” I mumbled as I looked down at my precious girl’s face. They were right. She was perfect.
“Look what we made.” I laid her on Stan’s chest, my hands still on her in case the nurses warning had been necessary.
“She’s so tiny.” He looked down at her, his eyes open with wonder.
“She is,” the nurse agreed. “When they called out her weight just under five pounds, I was sure she would need some NICU time, but she is doing amazingly.
“She may want to eat. Would you like some help?” I stood out of the way and watched as the nurse helped Stan get our baby girl into position. How right the nurse was. She latched on and began to eat with no hesitation.
“What’s the sweet baby girl’s name?”
“Violet. Her name is Violet.” I puffed up with pride as if I had anything to do with the little miracle before me.
I rolled a stool over and took a seat next to Stan where we spent the next hour just admiring our baby and waiting for Stan and Violet to be moved to their new room.
“I was so scared,” I confessed when the three of us were finally alone. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
“I’m not that easy to get rid of.”
“Neither am I.”
“When do you need to go?” he asked, and my heart broke. In all of this mess, I hadn’t told him.
“I’m not. I told them I was done and there were more important things to me than my stupid contract.”
“Your career,” he gasped.
“Is far less important than you are, my love. I want to live here, to grow roots—with you and Violet. I can work anywhere, but I can’t live, truly live, where you aren’t. I love you.”
How wrong I’d been putting my career front and center for so long. That wasn’t living. That was surviving, and I wanted to live. I wanted to wake up each morning surrounded by my family, to walk down the street and see familiar faces, even those that bugged me, I wanted to be the dad I never had. I wanted my life to be intertwined with theirs until I took my dying breath.
“I love you too. But are you sure?” He pulled his bottom lip in with his tooth.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. This is where I belong.”
Thirty-One
Stan
Chet tiptoed into the room and placed a steaming flat white and a plate of cookies on the nightstand. He mouthed, “From Charlie and the gang,” and held up a note that read, ‘Choc chip violet cookies in honor of our little Violet.’ My eyes swam with tears. Why didn’t anyone tell me having kids made you cry over the slightest thing, even a stupid TV advertisement or food.
Violet was feeding and didn’t bother to acknowledge her alpha father as he climbed into bed, and I cradled her so we were both gazing at our daughter.
Considering how small she was when she was born, she was making up for it, which made for exhausted parents, especially me. But unlike the tiredness when I was missing Chet, worried about the future, or having nightmares about being whacked on the head, this was a good sort of weariness.
Yes, I hardly knew which day it was.
Yes, when I opened my eyes, I was never sure if it was day or night.
Yes, food and water magically appeared and disappeared beside me. Did Chet employ an army of elves who produced meals on a conveyor belt?
Yes, I took showers while Chet looked after Violet.
Yes, I was deliriously happy at becoming a father.
Yes, I was deeply in love with my alpha.
Violet pulled away and focused on me and then her alpha dad. “Want to burp her while I pee?” I asked.
Chet had been out all morning which was unusual now he’d given up his job, and Dave had stayed with me, bringing his new son in a sling. Both little ones had slept for a couple of hours, giving me a chance to catch up on sleep.
I hadn’t realized Chet was back and Dave had gone, so I sent my friend a quick text thanking him and another to Charlie asking to send a box of cookies to Dave.
“Where did you go this morning?” I asked as I came back