An Omega for the Sheriff

by Rosling, Corie

  I was ready to just say fuck it and walk out of the birthing center in tears when my midwife, Gigi, walked in and took over like she was a goddess and everyone in the birthing center had to bow to her wishes. Thank the heavens someone on my team was finally here.

  By the time the next contraction hit me, Gigi had me on my feet and leaning over the bed, doing hip circles through the pain. The slow easy movements as my hips rocked back and forth in a figure-eight pattern eased the contractions so much more than I had expected. For the first time since arriving at the birthing center, I had confidence in myself I could birth this baby naturally.

  Wearing nothing more than a t-shirt tied in a knot to keep the waist out of the way, a pair of birthing center issued underwear, and a humongous pad to keep the floor dry, I danced. I was inelegant and frumpy and I didn’t care. I was moving, and the contractions eased a bit with the motions.

  I zoned out from one contraction to another, rocking my hips. Gigi walked around the room turning down the lights. She found the CD of my music and soon, the soft sounds of drums and flutes wafted through the room. I didn’t know how long I leaned over the bed with my hands bearing most of my weight while my hips gyrated to the slow music.

  I recognized the firm hands suddenly caressing my back. Trygg was there with me. He made encouraging sounds as I rode the contraction, praising me for being such a good omega.

  As the contraction eased, I turned and hugged my alpha. We had both come such a long way, and I needed him to know I loved him and there was nowhere I’d rather be than in his arms. He embraced me as I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his broad chest. We stood there forever, rocking back and forth. It was surreal. Dancing with my mate while our baby worked her way into the world.

  “I need to push. She’s right there. I can feel her.” We’d elected to not learn the baby’s gender. We wanted it to be a surprise. I didn’t remember when I decided I was having a girl. I’d used him or he for most of my pregnancy but somewhere along the line things shifted. Now,I was positive we were having a girl.

  “Stop moving for a moment, Rebel.” I felt Gigi lay pads on the floor and she shifted me over until I stood on them. Nurses moved around me, removing my underwear.

  “Okay, Rebel, squat down a touch. You’ll know how far. Trust your body.” Soft but firm hands guided me. Trygg moved behind me and supported me as we moved into the squat we had practiced once I’d learned about the squatting birth position. I leaned against Trygg and he held my weight as if it was nothing.

  I couldn’t help but push as I squatted. It was instinctive and natural. I felt hands guide my baby’s head and catch her as I pushed. One contraction, then another. Two pushes and my baby was crying. I was crying. I felt such relief as Trygg held me there to the sounds of our baby girl.

  “You did good, Rebel. So good, my omeg… ga.” I could hear the emotion in his voice without even looking. The way his voice caught midway through the word omega.

  I turned my head and Gigi was holding my baby girl up for me to see, her little face all red and scrunched up as she readied to cry out her frustrations about being brought into the world. My baby was placed in my arms and I held her for the first time with Trygg helping me. She was beautiful. “Hello, little Gabby. My beautiful little Gabrielle, welcome to the world.”

  I laughed and cried as I felt the placenta pass. After the cord had been cut, a nurse came to take my baby off to perform the checks needed to ensure my baby was healthy.

  By the time I was cleaned up and in bed, my arms were being filled with my sweet little bundle. I stared into her blue eyes, amazed I had created this little life. She was adorable, and I was already in love with her perfect little self.

  Trygg sat on the edge of the bed, watching the two of us. He didn’t even wipe away the tears as they fell. Through it all, his smile was wide and happy.

  “I’m proud of you, Rebel. So proud.”

  “I’m proud of me, too. I never thought I’d be good at this whole being an omega thing. I never thought I was exactly wired right. It never occurred to me I was trying to define myself by a set of archaic rules I should have thrown out a long time ago. This? This right here is everything I ever wanted and so much more.” I cuddled my little princess, amazed this perfect little girl was mine.

  She was the perfect combination of Trygg and me. Her skin was lighter than I expected. I’d read all the pregnancy boards for any information I could find on biracial babies so I’d know what to expect. Skin color seemed to be one of those things no one could predict. Some babies of mixed races were born with light-colored skin while others had dark skin. Most of the sources indicated that no matter what color skin the baby was born with, it was likely to change. I couldn’t wait to see my beautiful little girl grow into her own unique self.

  Now that she was settling in after birth and not crying bloody murder, her skin was darker than mine, but she didn’t look anything like Trygg. While I thought my little Gabby was perfect, I had to admit I had expected to see more of the man I loved in our little girl. I knew she would grow and her skin might darken. I hoped to see more of her father’s traits develop over time, but if they didn’t, she was perfect. My pretty little bundle of joy.

  “Oh baby. You never have to prove anything to me. You’re you and I love you just as you are. It doesn’t matter if you have some strong alpha-like tendencies. You’re perfect for me. Believe that, Rebel. You. Are. Perfect.” Trygg pulled me out of my musings and it took a moment for me to recall what I’d even said.

  I smiled at my mate. I was beginning to believe that with my whole heart. “I do, Trygg. I really, truly do.”

  I settled into the bed, getting comfortable, cuddling with my daughter, Trygg by my side. It was the perfect end to the day, just the three of us.

  26

  Trygg

  By the time I got Rebel and our new daughter home, the bust at the old warehouse where Aggie had sent the FBI had already happened. From all accounts, it had been a successful raid and Bernard had been arrested, along with some of his key contacts who had all been in the same location brokering a deal for pregnant omegas. No one was talking but I was sure it wouldn’t be long before we figured out everything Bernard had been up to.

  Aggie was missing and so was Mitch. No one knew where they had gone. The only thing the FBI would say was their agent had been in contact and he and the omega were safe. He was taking time off, and he had the omega with him.

  I was pretty confident Aggie wouldn’t do anything the omega didn’t want. He was an honorable alpha, and I trusted him with my life. I could trust him with the missing omega, too.

  “Are you sure Mitch is okay?” Jace was asking. He looked troubled, and I knew Mitch’s disappearance had weighed heavily on him. “I’d like to say I’m shocked to find out Aggie has been an undercover fed this whole time, but I think I always knew there was something up with him. He had this whole persona as a homeless person that fit and yet it didn’t. I don’t think I’m as surprised as I should be to find out he’s in law enforcement. I think what surprises me the most is that you managed to keep it a secret from me for so long.”

  I chuckled. It was hard keeping anything from Jace. He’d been my best friend for a long time now. We were like brothers in a lot of ways. There had been times when it killed me to keep such a large secret from him. However, Aggie’s life depended on no one knowing who he was. I wasn’t about to risk his life, even knowing Jace could be trusted to not tell tales. The fewer people who knew, the better.

  “When you hear from him, tell Mitch he’ll always have a job here if he wants it. He’s welcome back anytime. He’s family. I’m so glad I didn’t let it go when he first went missing. Damn, I wish it hadn’t taken so long to find him. Almost two years is a long time to be held captive. I imagine it’s going to take even longer to recover from it.” Jace shook his head as he spoke.

  I agreed with him. It was going to take Mitch a long time to heal from the trauma of ev
erything he’d been through. If my suspicions were right, though, Aggie was the perfect alpha to help him through it all. I had a feeling Mitch was in good hands, wherever he was.

  I said my goodbyes and left the diner. I had a family waiting for me at home and I couldn’t wait to snuggle up with them.

  27

  Rebel

  “You are the most beautiful girl in the world.” I crooned to my precious little bundle. I couldn’t get over how adorable she was. Now that we’d been home a week, her skin had darkened a little. She was starting to look like a mixed race baby with her skin that looked like burnished gold at the moment. She had a full head of dark hair that was all curls. Considering my hair was straight and I could never keep a curl, I was pretty sure that hair was all Trygg’s doing.

  Her nose was definitely Trygg’s. Now that her face wasn’t all smooched up from the birth, I was seeing more and more of my husband in her adorable little face. She was a good blend of the two of us. She was going to grow into a remarkable young girl, I just knew it.

  I rocked in the chair as Gabby drank her bottle. We’d tried breastfeeding and though I wish it were different, we hadn’t managed to get a handle on the whole breastfeeding thing yet. It was early, though, and my lactation specialist assured me Gabby and I would figure it out. For now, I was pumping my milk and bottle feeding. We would continue to work on getting little Gabby to latch on in the coming days. Until then, what we were doing worked. I wasn’t going to start second guessing my decisions. I was doing the best I could with what we had. It was all I could do.

  I looked up when I heard Trygg step into the room. He looked so tall and broad next to all the tiny furniture designed to hold our little princess. He knelt next to me, placing his hand on the top of Gabby’s head. His eyes were bright, and I could see the love he had for our little girl in them. He blinked, and I pretended not to see the tear that escaped. I turned my head as he wiped it away.

  “I can’t get over how pretty she is. You did good, omega mine.” Trygg’s voice was raspy with emotion.

  Neither one of us could speak for a moment as we watched Gabby drink down her bottle. Her eyes grew sleepy, and it wasn’t long before her mouth let go of the bottle. I lifted her to my shoulder and patted her back until I got a good-sized burp before settling her into the crib. It was always difficult to walk away because I wanted to spend hours looking at her adorable little self.

  Trygg felt the same way because I’d catch him tiptoeing into the room at odd times just to watch her sleep. My alpha’s strong arms came around me and held me close as we took in the view.

  “Thank you, Rebel.”

  “For what?”

  “For being you. For finally accepting me. For giving me such a perfect gift.”

  Sometimes, Trygg said the sweetest things. I could hit him for making me all weepy. “You’re welcome. Thank you for never giving up on me.”

  “No, I’d never do that, omega mine. Not in five years, not in ten. Never in a million years would I have ever given up on you.” He turned me in his arms and held me close. He bussed my lips, and I sank into his embrace. “You’re my omega. You were always my omega and you always will be.”

  Damn hormones. My guy was the sweetest man on the planet and I planned on keeping him.

  Epilogue

  Trygg - Five Years Later

  I watched my crazy omega run around the backyard, chasing after Gabby. They were a silly pair and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I looked down at the little bundle in my arms. Essie was six months old and definitely a daddy’s girl, always fussy until she was in my arms. She had light hair and looked so much like Rebel I knew she’d be trouble when she got older. I was looking forward to it.

  Trygg Junior squawked as his butt hit the ground again. He was three and a half years old and hadn’t learned you didn’t try to ride the dogs. They weren’t ponies. Luckily, the dogs were all very careful with the kids, even when one of them was determined to be a little jockey. Jace swept in and picked the little troublemaker up and turned him into an airplane, swooping around the yard and gaining lots of giggles from my son.

  The smell of hot dogs and burgers drifted by from where Brewster was manning the grill. Even on his rare day off, that man couldn’t stay away from the food. We were surrounded by family and friends, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Rebel looked up and caught my eye, a smile widening on his oh so kissable mouth. I grinned, thinking about all the things I wanted to do with my husband when all the kids went to bed later tonight. The last five years with Rebel had been so much better than the first. We’d had our squabbles. No couple was perfect. We worked through the arguments and made up just as fiercely. We were stronger together than we had ever been apart.

  Rebel was on a new medication that seemed to be controlling his heats. The doctors didn’t know why his heats were so erratic or so resistant to most heat blockers. Only time would tell if this new one would last or if Rebel would slowly build up a resistance to this one as well. For now, we monitored his heats and the medicine, and we were careful when out in public. So far, we’d been lucky.

  Dai and Micky joined Rebel with all their kids and we were all seriously outnumbered and none of us would have it any other way. Even Aggie had shown up with his omega, Mitch. It had taken a long time before he was ready to work at the diner again after his abduction, but he was back at work now and was doing great. Aggie retired from the Bureau and was enjoying a life of leisure. I didn’t think that would last long. The man had penned his first thriller novel, and it looked like it was a runaway hit. I was sure there would be more books. The man had fifteen years of experience with the FBI to draw from.

  Rebel extracted himself from the masses, joining me on the porch where I stood sheltering our daughter from the heat of the sun. “Merry Christmas, alpha mine.”

  “Merry Christmas, omega mine.” I leaned down to kiss my husband, careful not to dislodge my sleeping bundle. After all, there was mistletoe hanging over my head and traditions were important.

  It was tradition which had us all grilling burgers at our house this year. It was our turn to host Christmas dinner, and we hadn’t yet managed to have a successful turkey dinner in this house yet. I gave up after our third turkey disaster. Living in Florida had its advantages and having a barbecue in the middle of winter was one of them.

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