Micah lets out another low moan as another contraction comes over him. Little Noah squirms in my arms, trying to look over at his Mama, hearing Micah's pain. Taylor is doing his best to help Micah work through the pain, but it is useless. He is having a hard time relaxing while Jesse is out there fighting, and I completely understand.

They have been out there for a while now, long enough that I am starting to worry that something is seriously wrong. I had been in the middle of making lunch when Tate had come into the house, telling me that we had to move downstairs. It is easier to defend one room instead of an entire house.

Bouncing Noah, I try to calm him down. Eventually, he settles with his head on my shoulder but never falling asleep. He is far more perceptive than a baby should be.

"I'm sorry, Micah," Taylor says, drawing my attention back over to them. Taylor grabs Micah's hand, giving it a tight squeeze as he meets Micah's watery blue eyes. "But we have to deliver now. Baby is in the right position and your contractions are getting too close together. If we wait any longer, we risk baby trying to come out on their own."

Micah's brows scrunch in confusion. "What, like me pushing?" Taylor nods his head, causing Micah to frown. "Where the hell would they even come out?" he says, words ending in a shout as another contraction comes over him.

Taylor pulls his hand away, moving to the sink in the corner of the room to wash his hands before pulling on a pair of sterile gloves. "No idea, so let's not find out."

Panic comes over Micah's face, and I know he needs Jesse here. Giving birth without your partner makes it even more painful.

Tate takes Noah from me easily enough and I jog up the stairs to the house. They should be back by now, but when I reach the living room, I see that the house is still empty. My feet begin to pace in front of the door as I try to calm my racing heart.

We had just started to work things out and were moving past our troubles, but then those stupid humans had to attack. Why can't we ever just be left alone? It always seems once something starts to go right, something else has to go wrong.

Just when I am contemplating just throwing open the door and going in search of the rest of my pack mates, I see movement in the distance. Peering out the window, I catch a glimpse of Alpha Seren, and squinting my eyes, I see the others following behind him. A breath of relief rushes out of me when I see Erik and Ethan walking together, close enough that their shoulders are brushing. But they seem a bit shell-shocked about something, staring at their father as if they have never seen him before.

I step back when I hear them walk up the steps, giving them enough room to walk into the house. No matter how desperately I want to tackle my mates and check them for injury, I know that Micah needs me to focus right now.

Jesse is silent as he walks into the room, not noticing me until I already have a hold on him and have started to drag him through the house.

"What the hell," he says, managing to bump into every corner as I drag him in the direction of the basement. But then the realization of what he had been doing comes to me, so I quickly change course, taking him to the closest bathroom instead.

"Shower quickly but thoroughly," I say, before pushing him into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

While he is getting clean, I quickly run up to his and Micah's room, riffling through the dresser until I find a clean outfit for him. With those in hand, I run back down to the bathroom, quietly opening the door and setting the clean clothes on the counter.

After what seems like forever, the water shuts off. It is almost worse waiting for him to get dressed, seeming like hours instead of minutes. When he finally opens the door, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Jesus, took you long enough," I say, gesturing for him to follow me as I walk back over to the stairs. Reaching the bottom, I give the door a quick knock before swinging it open. "Micah, look who I found for you."

He looks up with wide eyes, a shaky sigh of relief leaving his lips when he sees his mate. Jesse is across the room in an instant, grabbing Micah's hand and brushing his hair from his sweaty face.

Everything after that moves quickly. Taylor manages to cut Micah open and pull the baby out in a matter of minutes. Once the baby starts to cry, he hands him to me, where I am waiting next to him with a clean, warm towel.

The little boy cries as I gently wipe off the goop that comes from growing inside another person. His little lip sticks out as he whimpers, and my heart skips a beat. He is so tiny, and it makes me miss when Matty was first born.

Once he is all clean, I put a fresh diaper on him, still too big despite being a newborn size. He squirms as I loosely wrap him up in a clean blanket.

Taylor is just putting a bandage over the stitches when I make my way over to Micah and Jesse.

"Congratulations," I say, both parents watching me closely. "You have a very beautiful baby boy."

And the rest of the day is one of happiness. Noah is placed with his parents, and then we give them some time to themselves, knowing that the new family needs some privacy as they become acquainted with the newest member.

***

"Aren't you just a handsome little man," I coo, looking down Beckett. He had just eaten a few minutes ago, and so is content at the moment, watching me with half lidded eyes. Noah is still asleep in the basket next to me.

Jesse and Micah have been walking around exhausted the last few days, so I had sent them up for their own nap. It will take Micah longer to heal if he keeps going at the pace he is right now. Taking care of two young babies has to be hard, but that is why we live in a pack. We take care of each other.

So, while Taylor is in the kitchen making dinner and the others are off doing their own thing, I am here watching the two babies. Matty is playing with Rosalie on the rug, distracted for now.

As if he hears me thinking about him, Matty looks up at me, a wide smile on his face. He pushes himself from the ground, leaving Rosalie to play by herself as he toddles over to me. Expecting him to cry, I pull Beckett closer to me, wanting at least one arm free if I have to comfort my own baby.

Matty stops next to my legs, fingers tightening in my pants as he tries to pull himself up into my lap. He is still small enough where I can help him up with one hand, settling him on my lap.

He stares down at Beckett, brows crinkled in confusion. He reaches a hand out and I capture it with my own, bringing it up to press a kiss to his fingers so that I don't frighten him.

"Gentle, Matty," I say, before letting his hand slip form mine. "Beckett is super small and can get owies very easily."

"Owie?" he says, looking up at me with wide eyes.

"That's right," I say, wrapping my arm around him and leaning down to press a kiss on his head. "So we have to be careful."

Matty nods his head, just as he always does when I tell him something. I know he has some understanding of what I just said, but it is impossible to know the extent of his understanding.

He reaches out again, looking up at me this time when he does. When I nod my head, he bounces excitedly in my lap before turning his attention back to Beckett. The newborn is not old enough to be completely aware of his surroundings, so he sits calmly through the whole ordeal.

Matty pats his cheek gently before leaning down to press an open mouth kiss against Beckett's forehead. A wet spot is left behind, so I rub it away when Matty goes back to patting.

I don't know how long we are sitting there before I feel someone's gaze on me. Looking up, I see that Erik and Ethan are both standing in the doorway, both of them with smiles on their faces.

Matty must notice his fathers too, because he lets out a loud squeal, wiggling from my lap so that he can toddle over to them. Ethan scoops him up, pressing kisses against his cheek and making the little boy laugh.

The loudness of it all has Noah squirming in his basket, brown eyes blinking open as he wakes from his nap. It is easy enough to pick him up with my free arm, settling both of the babies against my chest.

Pressing my nose against Noah's wispy brown hair, I breathe in the familiar baby scent. The longing in me grows, and looking up, I can see the softness in my mates' faces. Before any of us can say anything though, Taylor comes walking into the room, looking in between my mates as he bends down to pick up his daughter.

"So, what's the story between your father and the new alpha?" he says, a teasing smile on his face. "They seemed a bit close if you asked me."

Erik just rolls his eyes in exasperation while Ethan just nods his head earnestly. "Right?" he says, stepping aside to let Taylor walk into the kitchen before turning to do the same. "There was way too much sexual energy between the two of them, more than a son should ever have to witness."

Erik lets out a chuckle, and I can't help but letting out one of my own. Taylor and Ethan start up a rapt discussion about it, Tate joining in once he joins us in the kitchen.

Well, at least someone else's relationship is up for discussion instead of ours. Even if the thought of my alpha having any type of sexual relationship has my mind frantically back peddling. It is nice to see both my mates laugh and more than ever I can feel Luna's presence, of how proud she would be of all of us.