Charlie

I gritted my teeth in pain, holding onto Presley for dear life as I pushed again. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, telling me I was doing such a good job. My thighs hurt, quivering from the misery of bringing my baby boy into this world. My mama sat on a stool behind me, and she was rubbing my lower back, ready to catch him once he arrived.

I decided I wanted an intimate delivery with only Presley and my mama in the room. Although I liked Miles, it wasn't customary in my old pack to have a whole team to birth a baby unless it was absolutely necessary.

We had finally moved into the house that Presley had built for us. It was a little far from the packhouse but still within our borders. Presley's reasoning was that he really wanted to make sure he was not only focused on me but on our child, and if we decided on more later on, we would have a spare room. It was tucked in the woods, with a few other houses surrounding the area, but still private enough. I loved it so much, and I could tell that Presley really put a lot of work into it to make sure I had my own music room, remembering that was something I really loved to do with my free time. When I first put my fingers on the keys to the piano, my soul lit up. He also built me bookshelves that were flush with the walls and filled them with several new books and the books I had brought from Italy with me. It was my own little oasis in our home. I couldn't have been more grateful for my mate who did pay attention to what I had said, regardless of all of the time that had passed.

Another contraction hit, and I let out a wail of pain, squatting and pushing again. Presley put his hands under my armpits and held me tightly so I wouldn't fall.

"You've got this bambino." My mama cooed. "He's crowning."

I let out a scream, feeling the ring of fire, almost feeling as if my ass was being ripped all the way up my back. I dug my nails deeper into Presley's arms, almost drawing blood out of them.

"We're almost there, angel." He ignored my death grip on his arms. "Just a little bit more to go."

I leaned my head back and let out a loud groan before I began to push again. "It hurts so much." I cried.

"I know, baby," He whispered in my ear. "You're only a few pushes away from meeting our little boy. He'll be perfect, just like you."

I gritted my teeth again, pushing when another contraction hit.

"Breathe, baby. You're turning purple. You need to breathe." He rubbed my back. I could hear my mama mutter a few things, but I couldn't focus on what she was saying. I put all my energy into pushing this boulder-sized child out of my butt.

When the final contraction hit, I could feel the baby leave me. Presley held onto me tighter, and I could hear the baby crying. I, too, began to cry from the overwhelming joy I felt. The pain was nothing but a dull throb now that was a nuisance, but nothing more.

"He's beautiful, angel." Presley kissed my forehead. I didn't know all of what my mama was doing, but my mate held me in place, keeping me unmoving from my spot. My mama put our little boy into my hands. He whaled healthily, making me cry along with him. He was perfection in one little person.

After a few moments of him crying, he finally settled, and he opened his eyes and looked at Presley and I with wonder in his eyes. I held him close to my bare chest, making sure to cradle his head, so he was safely in my grasp.

The world melted away in our little bubble. In our little family.

"You did such a good job, baby." Presley put his hands under mine to help me hold our baby. "Thank you for giving me a beautiful son." He pressed his lips to my forehead, then placed his own forehead against mine, looking down at our son.

"He's really here." My voice was scratchy from my constant yelling. I could feel the tears now running down my face, and I ducked my head down to press my lips to our son's forehead. He was so perfect, even though he looked like a potato.

"He really is," Presley replied. His voice was strained, and I looked him in his teary red eyes. "Thank you." He said again.

"He's okay to lay down now." My mama interjected. Presley didn't wait any longer than he needed to, and he helped me walk to the bed. My mama grabbed our son out of my hands so Presley could help me get bottoms on to get into our bed. Taking the advice of Miles and putting a cocktail of things in them. I almost felt embarrassed putting the diaper-like underwear on. "No need to blush, Charlie. Every birth giver had to wear the same things. Miles wouldn't have told you guys to get all of this stuff if it wasn't normal." She said as if she knew what I was thinking about. "Let me do a few things, and I'll get him back to you. Okay?" My mama asked me.

"Okay." I swallowed, hissing in pain as I sat down on the bed. Presley helped me get my legs onto the bed, and I screamed in the process.

"Miles will be here in a little while to do a check-up on you." My mama replied. "I'm going to get him cleaned up, and I'll bring him back." She told us, leaving the room with our son. Presley left me alone for a minute or so and began to clean up some of the remnants of the mess I had made from giving birth. I put both of my hands over my eyes, and I let myself fall asleep.

— — —

When I woke up, I heard Presley talking. "And your daddy, he is so beautiful. The most beautiful person I ever laid my eyes on." Presley cooed. "Your daddy loved your papa so so much that we decided to have you. I think the name your daddy picked out for you fits you so well, our little Atlas."

I cleared my throat and opened my eyes, looking at my mate, who paced the room, bouncing our son in his hands. "So you do agree the name is a good one." I gave him a gentle smile. I chuckled at the memory of us going through the names we liked for him.

"He might be a little potato-looking, but he looks like an Atlas." He met my eyes, mocking the smile on my face.

"I knew you would fold." I laughed. Holding my hands out for Presley to put our son into them.

"What can I say," Presley grunted, putting our little one into my arms. "I am, and always will be, a sucker when it comes to you and our love." He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Where did my mama go?" I asked, looking down at the little bundle in my arms. He was no longer covered in fluids, and he was now clean and a perfectly healthy shade of pink.

"She went to announce to everyone in our families that Atlas is here. Well, minus the name. I figured you should be awake to make that announcement with me." He put his hand on my thigh. "Plus, I mean, we never settled on a name together. We only had discussions about it, going back and forth."

"Oh, we were going to name him Atlas whether you liked it or not," I replied with sass. "You just didn't know yet."

Presley let out a chuckle. "I suppose I didn't."

"Nope." I rubbed our son's back, and he made a sound of contempt.

"Goddess above." Presley sighed, looking at me. "I love you."

"And I you." I smiled.

After a while, a check-up from Miles and a clean bill of health from him. We fed the little one and left him with my mama for a while. Presley helped me walk around a little to get the blood flowing to my legs to prevent blood clotting. He took me outside to walk around and gaze at the full moon.

"It's crazy he was born on a full moon," Presley stated, looking up at the moon. Typically we would be hosting the full moon ceremony, but our little Atlas had other things in store. I felt calm tonight. Presley had made sure that my comfort and my needs were met by telling not only my family, but his as well that we didn't want visitors until a day or two after I had birthed Atlas.

I knew it would make things less stressful for our baby and for me.

The next day I decided to have August and my mama over. Both of them helped me a lot, letting me rest while they took care of Atlas. Presley tried taking care of me, making sure I was still comfortable and sound.

It made me happy that I had gotten such an attentive alpha that cared for me and now our child. That I knew I would never have to worry about his love and devotion to me because it was unwavering.

My love was the same.

And I would stay devoted to him because he deserved what he put to me returned to him. 

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