Shuffling around the room, I try to find the cord to turn on the light without tripping over anything and killing myself in the process; Tate wouldn't be very happy. With a protective arm around my stomach and my other one reaching out in front of me, I finally make it to the center of the room where a wooden table sits. The cord to the light swings a couple inches out of my reach, and I am just able to grab it by standing on my tip toes.

"Success," I say, looking down at my now very prominent bump. It has gotten to the point where none of my clothes fit anymore. Now, I am just like Liam was during his last few weeks of pregnancy: hobbling around in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt.

Honestly, I would prefer to just go shirtless, especially since my milk had started coming in and even a simple brush against my nipples makes me start to leak. It was too cold for that, though, since it is the middle of winter, and the only area that the woodstove can keep warm is the first level of the house.

Looking around the now illuminated room, I try to find what I came all the way up here for. A couple days ago, Alpha Seren overheard me and Liam talking about the baby stuff that Tate and I still need. We had just been discussing a trip into the nearest town, when Alpha Seren had walked in. He had shut down our plan immediately, telling us that it was too dangerous and that it was completely unnecessary. Apparently, baby stuff is something else that he decided to gather and hoard.

The downside is that this storage room with all the items I need is located on the top floor, which means that I had to climb four flights of stairs to get here. Doing that while heavily pregnant and with back cramps is not an easy feat. But I have arrived, and I refuse to leave this room empty handed.

"What are you doing up here all by yourself?" a voice asks from behind me. My heart about leaps out of my chest at the sudden break in silence, and I quickly whirl around, my hand pressed over my heart in an effort to calm down its rapid beating.

Standing in the doorway is a smiling Liam, with Matty wrapped against his bare chest in one of those baby carriers. A loose plaid over shirt covers the both of them, only buttoned half way so that Matty is able to see.

"Jesus Christ, Liam, you scared the shit out of me," I say, rubbing over my chest.

The soreness near my pecs make me draw my hand away. I honestly don't feel like changing shirts right now if I start leaking. That would entail walking all the way back downstairs. Even the thought of doing that when I have been up here for less than five minutes brings a grimace to my face.

"Serves you right for coming up here by yourself, especially since you are going to have to carry so much junk back down to your room." He walks over to me, allowing me to drop a kiss down onto Matty's forehead before moving to stand next to me.

The baby smiles up at me before rubbing his face against his father's chest and peeking back up at me through his wispy hair. He has definitely gotten bigger. It seems like just yesterday he was being born and now he is old enough to be cutting his first tooth. All of us are feeling the pain along side him but none more than Liam. Matty hasn't let anyone else hold him or allowed himself to be put down, letting out loud sobs whenever anyone even attempts to take him away from Liam.

"Arms get tired?" I ask, gesturing towards the baby wrap that Matty is in. It traps his legs inside, but leaves the top half of him free, allowing him to sit up if he wants to.

Liam looks up at me, his hand brushing through the baby's dark hair. "Yeah. That and I don't feel like taking off my shirt every time he wants to nurse, so I decided that just having him strapped to me would help us both."

"Still refusing his soft cereal?" I ask, resting my hands just below my belly in an effort to relieve some of the pressure the extra weight is putting on my back.

Liam lets out a long sigh while nodding his head. "He won't even try it today. At least yesterday he ate two full meals of his real food, but today he is refusing any and all attempts. I swear to god, I feel as if my nipples are going to fall off from how much he has been nursing."

"Well, it should be over soon," I say, before moving away and starting to look for some of the baby supplies I need.

"It better be. I don't think I can stand another couple days of him having to be attached to me at all times." Matty lets out a small cry of protest as if knowing that we are talking about him. Liam just rubs his head a few times, letting out a heavy sigh when the cry only gets louder. "Matty, come on, little love, not right now. We have to help Taylor remember?"

Matty doesn't seem to be calming down, if his growing cries are any indication. Walking over to Liam and the baby, I rub my hand down Matty's back, trying to help calm him down. His hands make their way up to his eyes, and he rubs at them with tiny fists. After a few minutes his cries dies down to tiny sniffles, and Liam lets out another tired sigh. Matty rubs his face along his father's chest until he finds his nipple, latching on immediately and sucking with fervor.

I stay there, rubbing his back until his eyes start to droop and his sucks become lazier. Eventually, he falls asleep, but when Liam tries to slip his finger in between the baby's mouth and his nipple, Matty starts to snuffle in protest, suckling again once Liam pulls his finger away.

"I guess we know who is the boss around here," I say, fondness and exasperation coloring my tone.

"He is just lucky he is cute, is all I have to say." Liam looks up at me, a tired smile on his face before buttoning the rest of his jacket, only leaving the top open so that Matty has room to breathe. He lets his hands fall to his side once he is done, meeting my eyes. "So, what exactly is up here that we need to find? Cause I feel like this is going to take awhile."

I nod my head as my eyes drift around the room. There is so much shit in here that it will probably take forever to get what I need. Luckily there are two of us now instead of just one.

The back wall is stacked high with plastic storage boxes and I decide that those might be the right place to start. "We need to find some clothes, obviously, and some blankets. Hopefully, there will be some diapers in here somewhere. Everything else would just be a bonus right now, so just pull anything that you think may be useful."

Liam nods his head and follows me to the back wall. The single light bulb on the ceiling doesn't give off too much light, making it a little difficult to maneuver everything and search through the boxes but we manage. Matty manages to stay asleep the entire time that we rifle through boxes, only snuffling for a couple of seconds when he becomes unlatched, but he stops as soon as Liam slips his nipple back in the baby's mouth.

By the time we have gone through all of the boxes, my back is aching. Using the table, I manage to pull myself up, letting out a groan of displeasure at all the knots and cramps that have settled in the small of my back.

Liam joins me by the table, leaning his hip against it while we both assess the pile of goodies we were able to find. It was more than I had ever imagined, and I am even more thankful that Alpha Seren is a restless collector while bored and lonely.

Sitting on the table are at least five boxes of wipes and diapers, all in the smaller sizes, a pile of onesies ranging in sizes all the way from newborn to a year- Liam sets a few aside for Matty- and thick blankets that should keep the baby warm. In a smaller box sitting next to the pile of onesies are little things that are an added bonus: a few pacifiers, diaper rash cream, socks, and baby shampoo. It's an amazing haul, and Liam seems to think so too, if the small box he is filling with stuff is any indication.

"He even has a jumper up here," Liam says in excitement while squeezing the contraption into the box that is filled with clothes, diapers, and blankets. "It's like he knew we were coming back and needed all of this."

"Well, they do say that alphas are more sensitive to change, being able to detect things that seem out of the ordinary."

Liam nods his head, his smile never leaving his face, even when he struggles to carry the box while he has Matty strapped to him.

I open my mouth to offer him some help but another voice cuts me off before I can say anything.

"Need some help there?"

Liam and I both jump at the sudden noise, and Matty lets out a snuffle of protest before quieting down.

"Micah, god, you scared me," Liam says, setting down the box in front of him.

I turn to look at my friend, raising a knowing eyebrow at him. "Doesn't feel too good now, does it?" I ask, and all my question gets me is a light flick on my ear and a pouty frown on Liam's face.

Micah lets out a soft laugh while making his way over to us. "Find everything?" he questions, looking over all the stuff piled on the table and in Liam's box. He doesn't wait for an answer before taking another empty cardboard box and stacking all of my goodies inside.

"Yeah, enough for now," I say, returning his smile.

"Good." Micah bends down to pick up Liam's box, adjusting it in his arms before sliding mine on top. They must not be too heavy, because Micah doesn't even flinch at the weight. He nods his head towards the door and we follow behind him, only stopping to turn off the light and close the door.

The storage room was attached to a large bedroom on the highest floor. It is as big as two of the regular bedrooms combined, and even has a little reading nook attached to the window over looking the backyard. Liam and I were talking earlier about converting the room into a playroom for the kids. It would give them plenty of room for all of their stuff, and they could be as loud as they want without disturbing the babies. But that is the least of our priorities right now.

Before we leave the room, I call out to Liam and Micah. They both turn to look at me, curious expressions on their faces.

"I actually wanted to talk to the two of you about something," I say, looking in between them.

Micah cocks his head to the side while Liam gives a slight nod of his head, both of them indicating that they are listening.

"The baby is coming soon, and since I can't cut myself open, I was thinking that maybe I could teach the two of you what needs to be done."

Micah and Liam exchange looks before turning their eyes towards me again. Micah is the one to break the silence.

"Of course, Taylor, and I have had some experience with this before, so it won't be completely new." He gives me a reassuring smile, only looking away to readjust his grip on the boxes.

Liam clears his throat, looking a little nervous but wearing a smile nonetheless. "You can teach me all that you know, and I will try to learn everything." He pauses for a second, his eyes turning reassuring. "It shouldn't be too hard after some training."

That's what I am hoping, I think to myself, but only give the two omegas a smile in return.

With that over, we all file out of the room and down the stairs. Micah drops the box off in Liam's room before following me to my own. He places his hand on top of mine when I reach for the door knob, and I turn to him in confusion.

"I know that you and Tate are worried, but please know that I have done this before. Plus, with some of your added training, everything will be fine." His eyes turn softer as he looks at me. "Just try not to stress too much, okay? And let Tate help you in any way he can. He worries, you know?"

"Yeah," I breathe out, giving him a tight smile before turning the door knob and stepping into the room.

Tate is laying in the bed, eyes closed and chest rising steadily as he sleeps. Micah sets the box down by the crib before giving me a wave as he walks out of the room, the door closing quietly behind him.

Kicking off my slippers, I shuffle over to the bed, sitting down next to where Tate is laying. My hand finds its way to his curls, brushing them out of his face so that I can drop a kiss on his forehead.

He is healing very nicely, with most of his bruises and cuts gone and only the biggest ones left healing. His shoulder is still pretty bruised from being out of socket, but it is healing as it should be. As long as he is back home, I will take care of him, no matter how badly he is hurt. I am just grateful he is back, because honestly, after the first week of him being gone, I had started to lose hope of him ever coming back. It is a harsh world out there, and to survive not only the infected but two crazy werewolves is a miracle.

Tate moves beside me, his back tensing as he stretches before opening his pretty blue eyes. I hope the baby has his blue eyes, and his dark curls, and everything else of his.

"Hey lovely," he says, voice raspy with sleep. "How are you feeling?"

A smile spreads across my face, and it only grows as he shuffles back in the bed, lifting up the covers and waiting for me to slip in beside him. I don't hesitate to do as he is silently asking, taking off my sweatshirt and sweatpants, leaving me is a stretched out t-shirt and tight boxer briefs.

"I think I should be asking you that, not the other way around," I mumble, scooting in as close as possible to Tate.

His lips turn up in a smile as his arms wrap around me, pulling me close to him. His wonderful hands start to massage along the bottom of my back, causing a pained groan to slip from my lips. The massage aches but feels wonderful at the same time, releasing some of the tension in my back with every knot that is worked out.

"Seeing as you are as tense as I have ever seen you, I think I am right to be asking that question." His tone isn't angry, only worried. Wrapping my arm around the back of his head, I pull him towards me and give him a heavy kiss, trying to reassure him with something other than words that I am fine.

Tate breaks away first, his breathing heavy from the lack of oxygen. He squints his eyes at me but excepts my wordless acknowledgement that I am fine. He pulls the covers back enough so that both of our torsos are exposed to the cold air.

"Tate," I say, my voice holding an edge of a whine as I draw out his name in protest.

Tate just gives me a teasing smile as he slides down the bed, stopping so that his lips are level with my stomach. "Hi baby," he says softly, placing a kiss to my belly. "I know that it is getting a little tight in there, but if you could stop giving your daddy cramps, that would be greatly appreciated."

The baby moves slightly at the sound of Tate's voice, a foot pressing against where Tate is speaking. Tate's smile grows larger and his eyes flick up to mine in excitement before returning to my belly. "Now, just stay in there a little longer and then we will get to see you soon. I love you." With one last kiss, Tate pulls himself up so that he is laying next to me.

"Just a little bit longer," Tate says, pulling the blanket up so that we are both covered. "And then we get to meet them."

I nod my head, too tired to say anything else. Even though it is the middle of the day, tiredness sweeps over me. Tate pulls me close to him again, one hand massaging my back and the other rubbing softly along my stomach. I have a feeling that I won't be able to do as much work as I want before the baby comes. Somehow, I don't think Tate is going to be too upset by that.