Chapter Thirty

THE PARAMEDICS PUT AN IV IN MAX’S ARM, HOOKING HIM UP to some fluids, and his head bobbed to the side. The ambulance arrived minutes after Max gave birth to the third baby. Luckily, there were no other babies in there. But hell, three was surprising enough.

“It’s almost time.” The medic put his palm on Max’s stomach. It was still almost as big as before he’d given birth. His legs were spread wide, hanging off the stretcher, and he scrunched his nose because he was still having small contractions, sweat dripping down his face. The ambulance sped along the street as he moaned and pushed the placenta out. A bunch of liquid and blood spewed forth with it.

He fell back, his chest heaving, panting. The thing was gigantic and globby and disgusting.

“You are a super alpha, Maximus Vespone,” I said, so proud of my mate.

He nodded, breathing heavily, his eyes dropping shut. The paramedic put some white towels over his chest and put the newest of the babies between his breasts.

“Congrats, Dad. We have one big placenta. Identical triplets,” the paramedic said with a smile. “We’re going to give the first two babies some extra fluid because, like Max, they’re a bit dehydrated, but besides that, everyone is looking great. You two did an amazing job.”

“He delivered the second baby by himself. I had to go off and find him some water. He was basically unconscious and had a baby alone,” I said, still in awe that he did such a thing.

The paramedic’s eyes widened. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” I said with pride.