My Alpha(s)

《Thirty Two》

Happy New Years Eve, everyone! Where I live, it's about 7:40 p.m. and my friend is already in 2019😂.

I'm sorry about not posting in months! I really didn't know how I was gonna plan this, but I think I got it down now, stay tuned for the next couple of chapters, as I got a curve ball coming at you all🤗
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"God, I feel like I'm gonna pop," Patrick whines, rubbing a hand along his bump.

"Well, you are a week away from your due date."

"Like I needed reminding, Joe." Joe raises his hands up.

"I'm just saying." 

It fell silent between the two after that, the alpha and omega watching the cooking show that was playing on the t.v.

"Wish Pete wasn't away because of those meetings," Patrick mumbles as he changes his position, trying to get comfortable.

"What, you don't enjoy my presence?" 

"It's not that, just want my alpha is all," Patrick replies. Joe doesn't respond back, not needing too. He just nods in understanding. 

The alpha smiles softly as he hears the soft snores coming from the couch a few minutes later.

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Patrick's eyes shoot open a few hours later from a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He places a hand under his bump, pressing down a bit and rubs it softly to try and sooth the pain. It goes away after a few seconds, so he doesn't think anything of it as the omega's been experiencing Braxton Hicks for the past month. He closes his eyes, still tired.

He awakes once more about 15 minutes later when the pain returns. Patrick stays awake this time, shuffling on the couch so that he's now sitting up. He stands up, knowing that they can go away when he moves around. The omega shuffles his way to the kitchen, grabbing himself something to drink. 

Patrick sucks in a breath when it returns once more. It takes longer to go away, and that's when Patrick starts to worry, glancing at the clock on the wall knowing it wasn't that long ago when the last one hit.

"Joe?" The omega calls out, turning his gaze toward the living room where the alpha was. Patrick hears some shuffling, followed by footsteps on the hardwood floor as the alpha approaches the kitchen. 

"You rang?" Joe replies.

"Joe, I think I'm in labor," Patrick says, looking up at the alpha. Joe's eyes widen.

"You sure?" 

"I think I would know whether or not I'm in labor, Joe," Patrick responds, seriousness in his tone. "Even if it is Braxton Hicks, they usually are random and go away when I walk around. I did that and they didn't." The alpha nods, running a hand through his hair.

"Okay. Okay. Um, I'll call Pete and you just focus on....focus on...."

"Joe, I know what to do, just call Pete. I'll be fine. They are still about 10 minutes apart." Joe nods, pulling out his phone.

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Pete was slightly slumped down in his chair, elbow propped on the armrest, his hand holding his head up, drumming his fingers on the table in front of him with his other hand out of boredom. The alpha had been in and out of meetings all day, and since he was the owner of the label, he had to oversee everything. Pete would much rather be with his omega, but these meetings were something he couldn't miss.

Pete felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, so he slid it out just a bit to see who was calling him. He saw that it was Joe and since the alpha was with Patrick, he knew that whatever Joe was calling about could be about his omega.

"Could we take a small break? I have to take this phone call real quick," Pete voiced, looking at the other alphas and betas expectantly. The alpha shot out of his chair when he saw their heads nod. 

"Hey Joe, what's-"

"Patrick's in labor." Pete's breath left him as soon as Joe said those words. "You need to either meet me at the hospital or come here now."

"I'm on my way."