by Eva Leon
A call comes in on his cellphone. I thought it was strange that he took a call in the middle of this, but it occurs to me that it must be Aaron. By the crestfallen look on his face, it becomes obvious that Jaxxon’s mission was a success as well. I can’t wait to get back and have Jaxxon fill me in on the details.
“I guess you understand now that you’re done. Jaxxon wants you to leave the country and never, ever come back.” I have zero intention of letting this scumbag skulk out of the country to continue his antics somewhere else, but I’m curious to see what he has to say.
“You’re a dumb bitch, you know that? I’ll just bide my time and come back eventually. How much will you have to lose in ten years? Do you really think you’ll be able to keep your children safe from me? Maybe you’ll have a little girl or sweet Omega, and her grandpa will have to pay her a special visit.”
Do not claw his eyes out, Rory. I have to keep repeating that to myself to maintain my composure. I’ve already got him, and now he’s trying to push me over the edge so I do something stupid. He knows he’s done for, and he needs me to slip up. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“Oh, I was hoping you’d say something stupid. See, I know that even if you leave, you’ll keep hurting people, and so does Jaxxon. I never had any intention of doing anything but turning you over to the police,” I say and smile triumphantly. “Christopher, please make sure that your connections in law enforcement get the recordings from my wire and Jaxxon’s as well. We wouldn’t want Aaron to feel left out,” I say to my bodyguard.
“It will be my pleasure,” he says.
“Now who’s the dumb bitch?” I ask Andrew as Christopher and I leave.
Chapter Twenty
Jaxxon
I fill the partners in on everything during the afternoon meeting, and they agree to stand by me. My father and Aaron are arrested at the airport later in the evening, and it looks like they’ll be going away for a long time.
Stacey is going to press charges too, and apparently several more women and Omegas have come out of the woodwork to tell their stories about my father’s attempts to hurt them. I finally feel like I can relax. I don’t remember a time when I felt so safe. Now I’m ready to leave the past behind me and start my life with Rory.
Callie wants to move in with Stacey since Rory won’t need to live with her anymore. She’s ready for a fresh start too, and now that she’s safe, I can stop being so protective of her. Besides, I got the honor of meeting Princess recently, and I don’t think anyone will mess with the girls as long as that beast is around.
I’ve offered her a part-time job in the firm while she attends school, and she’s enthusiastically agreed. Stacey and Callie leave Rory and me alone so they can start packing up Callie’s things.
“I guess I can move back into my apartment now,” Rory says as he watches the two women walk down the hall.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I say, but he hasn’t turned around to see that I’m on one knee yet.
“What is that supposed to mean, Jaxxon?” Rory says and whips around like he’s about to lay into me yet again, but he gasps and covers his mouth with his hands when he sees me on one knee.
“It means you’re going to be my husband, so you can just live here from now on.”
“Is that supposed to be a proposal?” he asks sarcastically, but Rory takes a big step towards me.
“No, baby. I’m not asking. I’m telling. You’re mine for the rest of our lives, so come over here and get this ring so I can get up off the floor,” I say and pull the canary yellow diamond studded band from my pocket.
“Fuck me. Oh my God. Jaxxon. Are you for real? Is that for me?” he asks and sticks his hand out.
I slip the ring on Rory’s finger and stand up. “Yes, baby. You can have anything you want. I’ve told you that. But I have to know, when you said fuck me, was that a request?” I ask and pull him into my arms.
“I’m not asking,” he says and bites my bottom lip.
Chapter Twenty-One
Rory
Three Months Later
Three months was barely enough time to plan a wedding, but Jaxxon made sure that I’m getting everything I want. We’re getting married on a beach in the Caribbean, and it’s like a dream come true. Stacey and Callie are my bridesmaids, of course, and I’m pretty sure the two of them met a couple of promising prospects during the few days we’ve been on the island getting everything ready.
Jaxxon sneaks into the hotel room where I’m getting ready for the ceremony, and I want to strangle the insufferable ass.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” I warn him.
“Baby, I do what I want. You haven’t figured that out yet?” he responds and walks up behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and as I look at the two of us together in the mirror, I figure now is as good a time as any to tell him.
“Well, Big Papa, you won’t be doing whatever you want for much longer,” I say.
“Oh, you think being married is going to change me?” he asks and kisses my neck.
“No, baby. I think being a father will, though,” I say and place his hand over my belly. I’m already starting to show a bit. I was surprised Jaxxon hadn’t noticed yet. But it is just a tiny baby bump.
A few tears spill over onto Jaxxon’s cheeks, and I see my bad boy crying openly for the first time. He picks me up and carries me down to the beach. Jaxxon sets me down in front of a shocked audience and an even more stunned priest.
“Right now, Father. Make us married right now. I’m not waiting one more second to make this Omega officially mine.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jaxxon
“Breathe, baby, breathe. You’re doing great,” I say as I hold Rory’s hand. “Big push coming.”
“I hate you so much,” Rory says through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to push anymore. I’m tired. I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. You can do this.”
Rory lets out a scream much louder than the last one. His face goes as white as a sheet and he falls back against the bed. “Something isn’t right.”
It’s all my husband says before he passes out. The heartrate monitor he’s hooked up to starts to make a horrible beeping sound.
“He’s hemorrhaging,” the doctor says. “We’ve got to get him to surgery.”
I feel my world tilt as a nurse pulls me out of the room. The rest is a blur as I stand in the hall and watch them wheel Rory to emergency surgery. I pace the hall and try to keep my breathing steady as I wait for them to tell me what’s happening with Rory and the baby.
An hour later, I feel like I’ve worn the soles off my shoes. The doctor appears.
“Mr. Avery.” He sticks out his hand and I shake it.
“How is Rory.”
“Rory and the baby are fine. We were able to stop the bleeding and we delivered a healthy baby girl.”
“Can I see them?”
“Yes, the nurses will be bringing Rory and the baby back from the operating room in just a moment.”
I almost fall to my knees. The thought of losing Rory and our baby had been all my mind could process while they were gone. Once I know they are fine, it’s as if a massive weight has been lifted from my chest.
Moments later, two nurses wheel Rory back to the room. He is holding our baby girl and smiling so big I think it has to be painful.
“Rory is just waking up. You’ll need to help him with the baby until he’s clearheaded again,” one of the nurses says.
“Yeah, it usually takes them a while to come out from the anesthesia, but this Omega is a little spitfire. He was awake minutes after the birth demanding the baby.”
A smile that rivals Rory’s spreads across my face. He is the most beautiful Omega I’ve ever met, and my husband is strong.
I follow them all into the room, and once they get Rory settled, I get to hold my daughter for the first time.
I feel the world fall back into place.
Epilogue
“Amelia Avery, you get your little butt down here,” I call up the stairs. “Papa is going to be home any minute and we’ve got to be ready to surprise him.”
“I put a bow in my hair,” my four-year-old calls back down.
“Amelia, I hope you didn’t mess up your hair, baby. I spent a half hour on your braid.”
“I no mess up, Daddy. I put in bow.”
Amelia comes down the stairs, and she has put a barrette with a bow on it in her hair. I breathe a sigh of relief that she’s only pulled a couple of strands out of her perfectly sculpted French braid.
“It looks beautiful, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Daddy!” she says in her little singsong voice as she skips down the steps.
I feel exhausted, and what I need is a nap. Maybe decorating the house and baking a cake, in addition to roasting a rack of lamb for dinner, has been a little over the top, but telling Jaxxon that I’m pregnant again is a huge deal.
We’ve been trying for two years, and the doctor had said we might not be able to have another baby. That had been three months before, and we’d proven him wrong.
There are pink and blue streamers and yellow balloons everywhere. Amelia and I had baked a cake and decorated it with a yellow baby carriage. I’m just so excited. I’d gone to the doctor earlier that day while Jaxxon was at work and gotten confirmation that I was pregnant, and everything looked good.
In the end, I don’t even have to say anything. As soon as Jaxxon walks in the door, he knows exactly what is going on.
He rushes across the room and scoops Amelia up into his arms and then pulls me in too. Our family has just become a little more complete.
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Copyright ©2018 Eva Leon
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is coincidental.