Danger Zone - Chapter 260

The Omega looks up at his Alpha mate and nods once, relieving the same sign from the elder. This is the trigger that reveals the side of pregnancy that everyone dreads.

Mischka pushes with all of his might, using his abdominal muscles as the tool to push his baby out. His chest feels as though it is on fire as it filled with strained air and he releases the pressure built up in his cavity.

A ringing in his ears shortly follows and brings his head much pain.

“Good job, darling. You are almost there.”

The words falling on deaf ears as the Omega sights shelter in his Alpha’s chest, or what he can reach of it. He presses his face into the muscled pecks and pushes out all frustrations through his nose.

The Omega stiffens more once he feels the doctor’s hands run along his lower area in order to stretch the exit for his child.

The Alpha lowers his head and presses it against the Omega’s forehead so that he can feel the older’s heat and expression change from pained to relaxed as the contraction rides out.

It is short lived before there is another contraction and Mischka is at it.

He pulls his legs up in hopes that they will help with the pushing process. He can feel the slow progress as the pain moves further down his body to where his son will enter the world.

Daime acts quickly and threads an arm around Mischka’s thigh to keep it held up.

“You’re doing great, honey. Push more.”

Seven pushes later and Mischka feels a major change in his body. It isn’t a kick, but as if a whole being is awkwardly pushes into a specific area. Mischka don’t need to be told that the head is finally visible.

He is feeling the ring of fire.

“We can see the head now, Mischka! Just a bit more!”

Mischka can feel it alright.

The head is the worst part, along with the shoulders. He just hopes that this child will not have a broad shoulder, cause that will be a major problem.

Another contraction rips its way into Mischka’s system and by this point, the male Omega is at his breaking point.

He begins to push, but the pain is so great that it takes him by surprise and he relaxes too soon, able to feel the contraction’s wrath on his body.

He screams out in pain, one long diphthong of strained discomfort and labor. It is heartbreaking to listen to.

He feels his body panic, stopping momentarily as it focuses on accomplishing his scream. He feels his baby fights alongside him, wanting out of his body.

The Omega’s legs are brought up so he can wrap them around his large belly as if in the fetal position. The is greatly expressed deprecatingly as the nurses unfurl his legs further down so he don’t hurt himself or the baby.

Mischka whines and attempts to fight back, but gives up in the long shot.

Daime is instructed by a nurse to help calm his mate down or there will be complications. The Alpha obliges and places a hand on Mischka’s chest and it feels comforting to the laboring male.

It is reassurance that he is going to be okay, since he has never done this before. He will have a baby to love and hold.

“Darling, you need to calm down or you are going to hurt him.”

Mischka nods in understanding. He don’t mean to act like that, it is on impulse as his body reacts in pain. He will refrain himself next time.

Another contraction interrupts him and he pushes with all his might, his strength failing him now.

A sudden boiling anger filled the Omega’s once burning chest. Pent up frustration at the time this is taking and the ridiculousness of labor finally got to his reserved manner.

The Omega grits his teeth so hard he is afraid that the enamel will crack and shatters in his mouth.

“Don’t touch me!”

The young Alpha is startled and jumpes back a few feet, but still continues to hold his Omega’s hand.

Without more news on how he is doing and how far out their baby is, Mishcka’s irrational anger is fueled more by his impatience and pain.

His strength rations for pushing is used in his hands as he grips and dugs his nails into the bed sheets, one hand no longer in Daime’s. When his hand is free, he places his hand under his belly where it aches and feels hard as his muscles contract.

“The head is almost out, darling. Keep going! Push more!”

Mischka shifts a bit so that he is sitting up, giving him more power and control over his body’s muscles. He pushes down, directing his muscles to push around the womb for the baby to slide out.

He feels a shift as if something is stretching his body. The Omega recognizes this feeling.

It is as if he is pooping. With this information, he knows that his baby’s head is finally free.

“Almost there, darling. One more push!”

Next, for more strength, the Omega grips onto the bars of his bed and uses those for his arms. He then forces his shoulders up and pushes, focusing on his muscles around his abdomen.

Another sliding sensation and he feels the shoulders force their way out into the world. Then, the doctor slides their baby’s feet out, and it was over.

Finally, their baby is born.

As soon as his feet leave Mischka the cold air around their baby registers in his toes and the small boy let a massive cry escapes in protest.

Through his half lidded eyes, the Omega stares lovingly at his son.

He kicks every now and then, fighting the man that is ten times bigger than him. His feet are purple but will soon regain color.

He had a head full of dark, thick hair that curls around his ears. His little nose scrunches up when he cries. His voice is angry, wanting nothing but to be back inside his mother’s warm womb.

Both the Alpha and the Omega adore the baby boy.

Daime is the one who cuts the umbilical cord as instructed by the doctor. As Mischka and Daime wait in the recovery room, Primo calls that he and his mate will be there soon to visit.

The young Alpha tries to refuse since he knows that Nigel is pregnant as well and contractions can happen anytime soon, but upon hearing the angryvoice of a much older Omega, Daime just agrees and let them come.

“Will they be visiting us here?”

The Alpha looks at his Omega while cradling their child in his arms and smiles.

“Yup. I don’t want to distress a pregnant Omega or he will claw me to death.”

Mischka chuckles as they wait for their friends with a child in his arms and a happy Alpha beside him.

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity, baby Alpha.”

Daime huffs his chest out as pride swells around his heart and smirks, thinking of another tease to send to his mate, out of nowhere.

“You do know, we can still create seven more copies of this kid, right?”

“Alpha!”