The Omega's Predicament

Chapter nine

The sky was pitch black as Bella and Lukas drove up to the house. The Wilders lived on the hill on the outskirts of the southern part of town, you could see the shimmering lake through the trees further away and the mist was crawling up the hill slowly. Stars were bright that night but were hard to see as it appeared every single light bulb in the house was flaring, lighting up the night like a beacon.

They heard the piercing scream as soon as they got out of the car and Lukas ran up the hill to the front door, hammering on the door. Bella trotted along after, not able to keep up. She just managed to climb up the stairs and plant her feet on the porch when Greg Wilder opened the door only to slam it shut again when he saw Lukas.

"I don't want you, I want the real doctor," Greg screamed, cracking open the door as he glared at Lukas. A bloodcurdling scream came from behind him, his breathing quickened, the sweat on his brow glistened in the porch light. "I want a real doctor."

"My father can't be reached right now, let me in," Lukas answered, trying to mask his impatience with politeness as he tried to open the door but Greg blocked it. Another scream had both men looking up the stairs behind Greg.

Greg faltered, his breathing ragged and his hands gripping on the door frame so hard they turned white. "I want Dr. Mallard!" he yelled at Lukas.

Lukas huffed with aggression. "He can't-"

Bella stepped forward. "Greg Wilder," she hissed, "You let Dr. Mallard in this very moment before I have Enforcers knock down your door!"

"Omega Williams," Greg breathed in surprise. Another scream racked through the house. Greg gasped audibly and his shoulders shook with fear as he looked at the stairs again. "I- I-" And then another scream tore through him, he growled and opened the door. "If you hurt her, Lukas Mallard, it will be the last thing you do."

"Noted," Lukas said as he ran past him and up the stairs. Bella and Greg on his heels. He found Mary in the bedroom, writhing on the bed, drenched in sweat. "Mary, hello," he greeted, wasting no time opening his medical bag as he put it on the floor and sat down on the bed.

"Lukas," she breathed through clenched teeth, "He's coming. He's coming now. My baby," she gasped out and threw her head back in another scream as her whole body convulsed.

"It's too early," Greg argued from the door where he was stepping in place nervously, "He's not due for another four weeks. It's too early."

"We can hardly ask your child to wait," Lukas said pulling out the stethoscope, feeling his way around the rounded stomach. "Babies come when babies want to come. And this one has chosen now."

Bella put a reassuring hand on Greg's arm. "It's going to be alright. Lukas knows what he's doing."

"He better," Greg growled, "I'm not losing her. Not now. And I'm not losing my child."

Lukas listened on her stomach, trying hard to locate the heartbeat. He couldn't find it and he felt himself becoming frustrated. But then, there it was, a healthy, strong beating. Only, not where it was supposed to be. He tore the stethoscope off and threw it on the floor as he began feeling around her stomach, pushing and moving. Mary screamed out as another contraction hit her but Lukas kept going. "Mary?" he asked, "Has my father said anything about the baby being breech?"

She nodded viciously, writing in pain. "Yes!" she screamed out.

"But we're four weeks away!" Greg insisted, stomping his foot, "He said there would be time for it to turn still."

"It seems we've run out of time," Lukas stated. He pulled off the sweat-drenched sheets and checked with his hand. "Yes, it's coming. You're fully dilated."