Chapter 291: Irish Luck
{WESLEY}
I reach for Jericho’s hand, wanting to comfort him, but also craving his support. His warm hand curls around mine, and I instantly feel better. My alpha can calm me with just his touch.
Dr. Martinez gently palpates my abdomen. He explains that by doing that, he’s feeling the baby’s position and size. His touch is firm but gentle, providing both assessment and comfort.
"Baby is in a good position," he says. "Now I’m going to check how far along you are as far as your dilation." With gloved hands, he performs an examination, his expression focused and professional.
"You’re definitely in active labor, Wesley. You’re about five centimeters dilated and progressing well. Let’s keep monitoring you and see how things go."
"Okay," I say quietly, wincing as another contraction begins. The doctor leaves the room to go check on other omegas in labor, and the nurses quietly move around the room, getting everything ready for what is to come. Jericho stays beside me, stroking my hair and speaking quietly to me.
Jericho is calmer now that we’re at the hospital. I suppose it would be terrifying to know nothing about baby birthing, but be the only other person there with the person in labor. He must have felt terrified that he would have to possibly deliver the baby if things moved too quickly.
"I love you so much," I say, looking up at him. "I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought I’d see the inside of a labor delivery room." I look around, taking in the sights and sounds of the room. It’s surreal to be about to give birth to our baby.
He smiles down at me. "I knew those doctors were wrong. Our child was fated to be born." He kisses my sweaty forehead. "You’re doing so well, Wesley. You’re so much braver than I’d be."
I give a weak smile. "I wouldn’t say I’m brave. I’m scared to death."
"You hide it well."