Sighing, I allow the warm water in the bathtub to relieve some of the pressure on my back. This past week or so, my back has been aching from the extra weight of being pregnant. The only thing that I have found to help with the pressure is taking a bath.

Taylor suggested it, saying that the buoyancy of the water would help to lift my belly, taking some of the pressure off of my back. At first, I had been skeptical, but he had just rolled his eyes and prepared the bath for me, mixing some calming oils into the water. As soon as I had stepped in, I had fallen in love, and now I like to relax in the bath at least once a day.

Looking at the clock on the counter, I see that I have been in here for a good twenty minutes, meaning that Noah will be up soon. He likes to give me false hope with his naps. Sometimes he sleeps for almost two hours, while other times he wakes up as soon as I put him down.

As if knowing that I am thinking about him, I hear a cry start up in the bedroom. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the back of the tub, trying to find the motivation to leave the warm water surrounding me. Just as I start to maneuver around, the bedroom door opens.

A low voice starts to murmur to Noah, and the baby settles slightly, but I can still hear his whines. He must be hungry then, just like he always is when he wakes up from a nap.

A knock sounds on the door before it is cracked open.

"Hope you're decent," Taylor says, and I just roll my eyes.

"Taylor, you watched me strip to get into this bath, I don't think decency is much of an issue anymore."

He lets out a soft laugh, making his way over to the tub. "This little guy seems to be hungry, so I thought I would bring him to you. The bath will help to calm him, and this way you don't have to get out."

"Thanks," I murmur, taking the squirming baby away from Taylor.

"No problem," Taylor says, standing back up. "Call me if you need anything."

Nodding my head, I watch as Noah blinks up up me, his hand in his mouth as he whines. He kicks at the water, his little toes scrunching as they get wet. Pulling him closer to me, I watch as he rubs his face against my chest. I have to scoot up a little bit, but within a few seconds, Noah is situated more comfortably and is able to nurse.

The washcloth I had been using earlier is floating in the water, and I pick it up, laying it across Noah so that he can feel some of the warmth of the water.

"You hungry, baby?" I ask, rubbing my hand over his downy hair. It is becoming darker but not as dark as my own. He looks like he is going to have light brown hair, and his eyes are becoming darker as well. They still have a lot of their blue, but specks of brown are starting to peek through.

Noah blinks up at me, his little hand waving around in the air. When I press my finger against his palm, he quickly grips onto it. Honestly, he is the sweetest baby, only ever fussy when waking up from a nap or hungry. The rest of the time, he is content, smiling whenever he can.

"You're a mama's boy, aren't you?" I say, a smile on my face. Noah gives me a quick smile of his own, which makes me laugh. "You're going to be such a good big brother," I murmur, "and we don't have that much longer until baby comes."

I cannot wait until this baby is out of me. The excitement to finally have them in my arms is high, but I also am tired of being pregnant. Liam had seemed to love it, but I just want my baby to be here already.

Looking out the window that sits right above the tub, I can spot Tate and Nik walking back over to the house. Nik starts to lag behind, while Tate climbs up the porch steps, disappearing out of sight. The beta looks around as if trying to make sure nobody is watching, before he walks over to the tree line.

He is just about to walk out of sight when I see someone dart out, tackling him to the ground. Nik doesn't seem startled, though, just wraps his own arms around the body. It takes me a little bit to recognize the other person as Avery, but really I shouldn't be all that surprised.

The two of them have been having sex for a while now, and it is completely obvious to everyone in the house. Why they feel the need to be sneaking around is a mystery to me, but the two of them seem to enjoy it.

Things are starting to become a little hot and heavy down there, so I turn away, not really interested in watching the two of them get off.

Noah is done eating anyways but is still latched. He whines when I break the latch with my finger, but I just shush him, pressing kisses against his chubby cheeks. The baby settles when I lay him on my chest, his face pressed up against my neck. The tips of his toes brush against my belly, telling me how much both of my babies have grown.

We just sit there for a few minutes, both of us quiet. I am just starting to relax again when my stomach cramps up tightly, before quickly releasing all of the pressure.

"Ah," I cry, trying to sit up. Looking down at the tub, I see that the water has taken on a murky appearance. Immediately, my worry begins to grow.

"Taylor," I cry out, my body tensing up again. He doesn't come for a few seconds, and I cry out his name again, this time much louder.

Noah starts to shift against me, seeming to feel my unease. One hand is holding him against me and the other is gripped onto the edge of the tub, my stomach clenching hard.

"No need to yell, Micah, I was on my way," Taylor says, walking into the bathroom. His smile quickly falls away from his face when he sees me. It doesn't take him long to close the distance between us, and he crouches down next to the tub. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know," I say, letting him take Noah from me. "I-I think my water just broke."

"Oh," Taylor says, eyes shifting down to the murky water. "Yes, it looks like you're right." He stands back up, patting Noah's back as the baby starts to cry. "I'll be right back, let me just put him down."

The contraction finally lets go of my body and I am able to release the tight grip I had on the bathtub. My legs feel a bit shaky as I try to stand up, but I don't let that stop me. Taylor lets out a small cry of admonishment when he sees me but doesn't say anything else about it, just wraps an arm around my waist so that I can step out of the water.

"Liam has Noah, and Andrea is out looking for Jesse," he says, grabbing a towel and quickly drying me off. "Let's get you downstairs where all my equipment is at."

"It's too soon," I say wrapping the towel tightly around my body. "He is going to be too small."

Taylor wraps an arm around me, helping me to walk, but it also allows him to give me a comforting hug. "No, it will be alright. You're just under thirty-seven weeks. He will be fine."

We make it downstairs without incident, Liam waiting for us in the basement with Noah in his arms.

"Tate is looking after the others, but I thought having Noah here would help you to relax," he says, a nervous smile on his face. "If you don't want him down here, I completely understand. I can go give him to Tate."

"No, no, it's fine," I say, giving him a reassuring smile. "It makes me feel better to know where he is."

"Okay, let's get you in something comfortable," Taylor says, sitting me on the edge of the hospital bed before walking over to the small dresser in the room. He rummages for a few seconds before coming back over to me, a navy colored cloth hanging over his arm. "Here, it's a robe. It will be comfortable and easy enough to take off once it's time for baby to come out."

"Thanks," I mumble, letting my towel drop away before shrugging the robe on. It is very soft and quite warm, something that is needed when we are in the middle of fall.

Another contraction causes me to tense up, and Taylor helps me to get on the bed, making sure that I am comfortable. He pulls a blanket off of the back of the couch that Liam is sitting on and places it over my legs, allowing me to have some comfort.

"Can't you just get him out already?" I say through gritted teeth, hand gripped as tightly as possible on the railing of the bed.

Taylor snaps on a pair of gloves, pulling back the blanket and moving the robe enough so that my stomach is bare. His hands ghost along my skin, pressing down in certain parts. "Baby has to be in the right position before they can come out. It doesn't feel like they have dropped yet," he says, pressing down at the bottom of my stomach. "It could be a while before the little guy is ready to come out."

The contraction fades away then, and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes in exhaustion. Taylor gets his stethoscope out, putting the buds in his ears before pressing the other end against my stomach. He doesn't say anything for a while, and I know he must be trying to listen and count at the same time.

Eventually, he pulls away from me. "Baby sounds fine, not in distress, which is good." He covers me back up again. "Try to get some rest while you can."

Noah starts whining, and when I crack open an eye, I see that Liam is walking around the room, trying to comfort my baby. Knowing that he won't calm down until either Jesse or me hold him, I decide to give Liam a break.

"Bring him over, please," I say, and Liam startles. He looks over at me, trying to resituate a squirming Noah so that the baby won't fall out of his arms and nods his head.

Noah settles down immediately once Liam hands him over, curling against me when I lay him against my chest. Liam must have gotten him dressed, seeing that he is now in little footie pajamas.

"Thanks for watching him," I say, giving Liam a grateful smile.

He just shrugs, pushing back some of my hair that has fallen on my face. "We're family, and family helps each other out." He looks back down at Noah. "Besides, he's a doll."

"He's perfect," I mumble, watching as Noah grips onto my shirt with his tiny fist, as if afraid that I might try to move him.

"Well, I'll let the two of you get some rest, I'm going to get started on some lunch," he says, pulling up the blanket so that both me and Noah are covered, before walking out of the basement.

We are down here by ourselves for a while, and I have to say that I like the silence. Taylor comes and checks on me periodically, feeling my stomach and listening to the baby's heartbeat. He says that baby is slowly dropping, just a little bit more until they are in the perfect position.

It is only when it is starting to get dark out that my heart starts to pound in worry. Jesse was supposed to be here hours ago, but he is still absent. Andrea hasn't returned either, apparently, but Taylor told me not to worry. That's impossible, though. We don't have the best of luck when it comes to someone being late. There is always something wrong, it seems.

Noah has just fallen asleep, nursing periodically, when Taylor comes downstairs for the final time. He looks ashen, and I immediately know that something is wrong. Noah let's out a small noise of protest when I pull him tighter against me but just continues to eat once he is comfortable again.

"What is it?" I ask, watching as Taylor makes his way over to me. People are running around upstairs, and it doesn't take long before the footsteps start down the stairs. "What's wrong?"

"It seems that we are under attack," Taylor says, running a trembling hand through his hair. "That's why the others are still gone."

Liam comes into the room, holding Matty in one arm and a basket of stuff in the other. Elliot and the twins come down the stairs next, followed by Tate who is holding Rosalie.

The beta quickly makes his way over to his boyfriend, handing him Rosalie. "I have to bring more supplies out to the others and help them," he says, dropping a kiss on Taylor's lips when the omega starts to protest.

"W-What are we gonna do?" I ask, looking over at Taylor with wide eyes.

He finally looks away from his disappearing boyfriend, settling Rosalie more comfortably on his lap. The infant doesn't seem bothered in the least, giving me a gummy smile as she leans against her father's chest.

"Stay down here and deliver a baby," he says, giving me a tight smile.

"What if they make it to the house, Taylor?" I ask, my worry rising. "We have nothing to defend ourselves."

Taylor leans forward, resting his hand on my leg and giving it a soft squeeze. "The others have those walkie-talkies that Alpha Seren had found in storage the other day. They knew the humans were coming, and according to what Alpha Seren said over his talkie, the humans are pretty weak but determined. He thinks they will be able to take out the humans easily, especially since the noise of the fight is sure to draw some infected that could help pick them off."

He lets off a heavy sigh. "The only thing that they are worried about is the werewolves that the humans are using. He doesn't know how they are going to react or fight, so they are the unpredictable ones."

"But I- I need Jesse here," I say, voice trembling. Wetness is gathering in my eyes, and it spills over before I have even a chance to stop it. "He can't miss the birth of our baby."

Taylor scoots closer then, running his hand through my hair, pushing the damp strands out of my face. "Hopefully the fight will be over soon, and he will make it here." He stands up then, walking over to Liam and handing him Rosalie before coming back over to me. "Let's just do a quick check to see how baby is doing."

He pulls out his medical beg, slipping on his stethoscope. "How far apart are your contractions, Micah?"

"Three minutes or so," I say, feeling my stomach tense up as another contraction starts.

Taylor pauses in his movements, giving me a surprised look before taking off his stethoscope and massaging different parts of my stomach. His eyes widen slightly, and he sits back, giving me a small smile.

"I'm sorry, Micah, 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."

"What? Like me pushing?" Taylor nods his head. "Where the hell would they even come out?" I ask, my words coming out more like a shout than I intended. Well, I'm also in the middle of a contraction, so the others should understand.

A grimace comes over Taylor's face, and he stands up, going over to the sink in the back of the room and washing his hands. "No idea, so let's not find out." He walks back over to me, snapping on a new pair of gloves while Liam takes a sleeping Noah off my chest.

"Now," he says, giving me a reassuring smile, "let's have a baby."