The Omega's Mate?

Chapter 69: August's POV

(July 7th - 9 ¾ months)

"I'll be right back little one, remember, no getting up." He pointed his finger at me. I was a week past my due date and Alexandre hadn't let me leave the house without someone with me. He had spent the last two weeks with me, annoying the absolute fuck out of me.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, shifting uncomfortably in the bed.

Jaxon had called him telling him that there was something that urgently needed to be taken care of by him. He didn't want to leave me, but I told him since Presley was chilling in my stomach like the little shit he was. I just wanted him out at this point, I didn't complain about the stupid braxton hicks I've had for the past month. During the past week they seemed to be more frequent and hurt like a sonofabitch.

Kathy said I was only dilated two centimeters yesterday, meaning that I had eight more centimeters before anything eventful happened.

"I mean it August."

"Look, this kid is not going to come out if I sit on this bed like a bum. Ella was doing anything to go into active labor. You won't let me do any of the remedies." I crossed my arms, pouting at him.

"What would those be?" He quirked his eyebrow, leaning against the wall.

"Well," I started. "Fucking, eating something spicy, exercising, the list goes on Alexandre. I haven't gotten raw dogged in a month, I hate the heartburn spicy food gives me." I laughed continuing, "Exercise? I haven't done much of that since you stopped letting me go on morning patrols with you."

Alexandre huffed in frustration, "You're right, I won't let you do any of those. Look, I'll be back in a little bit. We'll talk when I get home." He left the room, I growled and threw one of his pillows at the door.

I felt miserable, I just wanted Presley out, my bones ached from my body preparing itself to deliver him. I hobbled any time I walked anywhere, I couldn't walk up stairs anymore because I would only make halfway up the stairs before getting winded and my joints protesting any more movement.

"C'mon Pres, you need to come sooner rather than later, mommy wants to see you." I rubbed my stomach. My stomach had dropped a few weeks ago, so it felt like he was about to fall out. If only he would.

I sat up on the edge of the bed, slowly but surely getting to my feet. I wobbled to the bathroom, turning the water on to the shower. I stood under the warm water trying to relax my muscles, today they were more tense, just like the braxton hicks, they were more frequent than they had been previously. After ten minutes standing under the hot spray of the shower my legs began to feel sore so I turned it off and got out of the shower.

After that the domino's began to tumble down.

Halfway through getting dressed a trickle of liquid dribbled down my legs. I looked down at the floor, a small puddle of water was at my feet, and a sharp pain shot down my back, making me grasp on to my dresser. "Oh fuck." I gritted my teeth trying to gasp for air.

Once the pain was gone I grabbed the towel I had just dried off with and chunked it on the floor trying to get the liquid cleaned up as best I could. I grabbed my robe, knowing I wouldn't be able to get into a pair of pants. I hobbled as best as I could to the bed, before I could sit down another earth shattering pain shot up my back making my legs give way, making me plop down on the bed.

"Okay, we're going to have to work on your timing kid." I hissed out, rubbing my stomach.

"Xandre!" I practically screamed over our link. "I need you to take me to Kathy." I cried out.