Mated to the Alpha: The Complete Collection (26 page)

M
elanie lay in bed
, frustrated. In the month since the Gathering, she had continued to grow. For the past two weeks, she had been confined to bed, her stomach so large that when the baby moved, she could actually see him squirming. She felt like she was in an
Alien
movie.

Keith had been amazing the whole time, along with Kimberly and Edward. At no time had she been left alone in the penthouse, one or more of them always nearby to make sure she was taken care of.

Melanie hadn’t spent the two weeks doing nothing, though. Using the amazing technology that Kimberly seemed to pull out of nowhere, she coordinated information gathering among the various Lycans who were in the government. While few were in the military, a surprising number were in local law enforcement, normally in areas close to major Lycan areas of operation.

Frustratingly for Melanie, Lycans had not grown their influence beyond the local level, being more concerned with other forms of business and security. There were only fifteen Lycan Clan members in the military, all of them like her, humans Mated to Lycans, and seven members of Federal law enforcement, all but one normal humans Mated to Lycans.

She could understand the dilemma. With all but Alpha level Lycans needing to change with the full moon, being in the military was nearly impossible. After all, a soldier could not just disappear every full moon for two nights when on deployment or in a battle zone. Law enforcement had similar problems, especially past the local level. The sheriff of a county, such as the Clan Lockwood member who was in charge of the area near Lockwood Manor, could arrange schedules so that no Lycan was on night shift during a full moon. But in a larger department that wouldn't work, where shift schedules were determined by a staffing officer you may never meet.

"At least my people don't have that problem," Edward noted when she discussed the problem with him. He was sitting next to her in her and Keith's bedroom, Kimberly doing her daily hour and a half of training while Keith was at his office, taking care of what they had come to call the
peacetime Lockwood needs
. "Winter lethargy, yes. Tendency to pack on twenty or thirty pounds between Halloween and Thanksgiving, yes. But never the need to change just because of the moon."

"True, then again they tend to blend in the other twenty nine days of the month a bit better than you, Ed," Melanie replied. It was a habit she and Edward had fallen into, calling him by his shortened version of his name. No other person in the Clan did it, including Kimberly, but Edward, who normally hated it (and would have strenuously protested being called Eddie) didn't seem to mind. "I don't think I ever saw a restaurant staff look more frightened than when Keith took us to that Thai buffet three weeks ago."

Edward laughed, reaching over to assist Melanie with a wedge shaped pillow she used when she wanted to sit up, which still left her at a very shallow angle. "Yeah, that one guy totally flipped. I think he freaked out more when Keith started talking to him in Thai. Did you know he knew that?"

"Nope, but it hasn't come up before. I've sort of gotten used to being surprised around our here. Just the other day I was trying to get the swing arm for my computer working when...." Melanie said, before freezing.

"Before you what?" Edward, who had turned around to get a glass of water, asked. He turned back, looking back at Melanie. "Mel?"

"It's time," Melanie said, looking up at Edward. "Call them."

"Time for..... oh," Edward said, realization dawning on him. "Are you sure?"

“Trust me, I’m sure. Get them. Fast. My link isn’t working for some reason.”

Edward nodded, then closed his eyes. "Hold on, I've never done it this way before," he said. "Not in words, anyway."

Kim!

Just a moment, doing my last set of ring gymnastics.

Edward shook his head.
Can't wait. The baby's coming!

Edward could feel the thump as Kimberly let go of the gymnastic rings in the new Lockwood facility in the basement of Keith's office building, and tumbled to the mat.
What?

The baby is coming. Your nephew. Melanie just told me. Can you get Keith?

Yes. Call the doctor, get the ambulance there. We'll meet you at the clinic.

Okay. Don't worry, I'll take care of them. Get Keith there, I love you.

Love you too.

Edward opened his eyes and looked down at Melanie, smiling in triumph. "That was pretty cool. Kinda like a phone call, but even easier."

"Congrats," Melanie said, struggling to sit up and failing. "Now get me out of this bed before my water breaks."

Edward lifted Melanie up in his arms and carried her to the living room, where he set her on her feet. "I'm calling the doctor right now. Kim said she'd get Keith and they'd meet us at the clinic. Lean on my arm if you need help."

"We're installing a voice dialing system in here when Kim gets pregnant," Melanie griped as her legs trembled. Even though the contractions were still far apart, she was so off balance from the huge bulge in her stomach that she swayed dangerously. Reaching out, she rested her hands on Edward's left side while he grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter. Thankfully, the doctor was on speed dial.

"Yes, doctor? It's Edward Stormstout. Yes, yes, greetings to you too. Doc? Shut up, please. The baby's coming. Yes, we're at the penthouse. Contractions? Hold on."

He turned to Melanie, trying to remain calm. "Doc wants to know how far apart the contractions are."

"Tell him they just started, so maybe ten minutes or so. The baby knows though, he's ready to come out."

"Gotcha." Edward turned back to the phone. "She says it just started, but the baby is telling her he's ready to come out. Okay, okay. Right, we'll be ready. Thanks."

Edward hung up the phone and turned back to Melanie. "He said to let you relax on the sofa if you can, and to get your delivery bag. Where is it?"

"By the front door, don't worry it's all packed. It's the purple bag, easy to spot when they get here. Do they want me to go downstairs?" Melanie asked.

Shaking his head, Edward helped Melanie totter to the sofa area. "No, they're sending an ambulance with full gurney."

Another contraction swept over her, her belly tightening to iron hardness before relaxing.

Reaching the sofa, Edward helped her down before kneeling in front of her on the carpet. "Isn't this a bit fast?" he asked, worried.

Breathing deep and starting the rhythm that she'd learned in her practice with Akiko during the few days she'd been in town (the woman had experience, after all), she shook her head. "Hybrid babies are often a bit fast if the mother is human, at least that’s what they told me."

“Have you and Keith decided on a name?" Edward asked, trying to distract Melanie from the feeling in her stomach. "You know, Beowulf is a good name. It means Bee Wolf, or Bear in Old Anglo-Saxon."

“We did pick a name,” Melanie said, continuing her breathing. "Jay Rudolph Waldwyck. And we did keep the German naming. It means Swift Wolf."

"Oh, the Clan's going to like that," Edward said. "They’re definitely going to like that one."

"So..." Melanie said in between breaths, "when is it Kimberly's turn?"

Edward shrugged, “who knows? We’re not exactly trying, but if it happens, that’d be wonderful. There's never been a Bear and Lycan hybrid before."

"Hmmm," Melanie said contemplatively, "a Bear and Lycan hybrid? Hopefully as strong as Daddy and as fast as Mommy."

"And hopefully as good looking as Mommy too," Edward said with a laugh. "As for smarts, well, I think all parents hope their child is smart. You and Keith have played that game, haven't you?"

Before Melanie could answer, another contraction hit, and she grimaced as the glassy wave of pain rolled through her belly. "I thought they said ten minutes?"

The elevator dinged, and the ambulance crew came in. Both Lycans, they hurried over to Melanie, their gurney behind them.

"Ask and you shall receive," Edward said. He slipped his arms underneath Melanie's hips and shoulders and lifted her easily, carrying her up the two steps to the gurney. Setting her down gently, he looked at the medics. "Okay guys, let's roll."

"Don't forget the bag," Melanie said, causing Edward to smile.

"I won't."

"
I
can’t believe
that they won't let me in the delivery room," Kimberly griped three hours later in the waiting room of the clinic. She paced back and forth in the middle of the room, her tennis shoes squeaking as she spun on her heel at the end of each lap. "I'm the Clan Alpha Female and her Sister for blood's sake!"

Edward, who had crammed himself onto a vastly undersized bench next to an older television that was currently playing a DVD of
Little House On The Prairie
, shrugged. "The doctors said that only Keith is allowed in the delivery room. I got a glance before you two arrived and they shooed, I can see why. It's very tiny. Your clinic might be well equipped, but you put it into a space smaller than normal. Lycans don't need doctors all that often."

"Still..." Kimberly said, making another lap, her heel squeaking again. "When it's our turn, I'm having the baby at the Manor. I don't care if we have to fly the damn doctors up on a helicopter."

"Of course, my love," Edward said, a mantra he had picked up once he saw how agitated Kim was. "I'm sure Melanie is fine. You can Link with Keith still, right?"

"Bleh, it's not the same. I want to
be
there, you know? I want to see, and to hold her hand," Kimberly said, throwing her arms down and to Edward looking for all the world like she was getting ready to throw a tantrum. He got out of his chair and came over, taking her hands before hugging his Mate.

"I know. Me too. We'll be there for the next one, and our own for sure," he said. "Come on, let's watch some TV. If you don't, you're going to blow out the heel on your shoes before it's all said and done."

Kimberly sighed and sat down next to Edward. "Okay. This would be a lot better if they weren't playing something that came out when I was still in diapers though."

"Oh, I don't know, it is kind of peaceful," Edward replied. "I mean, the mountains, the forest, and the constant corn bread all the time looks kind of nice."

"You just like the corn bread," Kimberly joked in reply. "And maybe that three pound trout Laura just pulled out of the pond."

"That is a good looking trout," Edward admitted. He was about to say more when the doors to the delivery room opened, and a nurse came out.

"Lady Lockwood, Lord Stormstout? You can come in now," she said, smiling. She held the door open as Kimberly and Edward approached, both of them suddenly slow and cautious, not wanting to disturb those inside.

"Come on in guys, you don't need to worry, he's just fine," Keith said, his figure diffused behind the white curtain. The nurse pulled it back, showing an exhausted looking yet elated Melanie with Keith seated beside her. Nestled in Melanie's left arm, in between her and Keith, was a tiny white bundle, with a shock of dirty blonde hair coming out of the top.

"Say hello to your nephew, dear Sister," Melanie said, pulling back the blanket.

Kimberly's heart melted as she looked at the tiny pink face, with his mother's nose but his father's strong chin. His eyes were squinted shut, so she couldn't see that, but by all accounts Jay was a beautiful little boy.

"He's so tiny!" she remarked, reaching out with her hand. She stopped, until Melanie nodded her assent. Reaching forward, Kimberly took the infant's hand in her finger, pleased when he reached out and pulled on her index finger strongly. "Nice grip there, little guy."

"He's beautiful," Edward said quietly, coming around to stand next to Kimberly. "Amazing."

"I'm just happy he came as fast as he did," Melanie said as she picked up Jay and handed him to Keith. The tiny baby looked barely larger than his father's hand, and Keith held him carefully in his arms, staring down at his son. "You may call him tiny Kim, but it certainly didn't feel that way coming out."

Kimberly nodded and looked at her Sister. She noticed for the first time that Melanie's face was very pale, and there was an IV line running into her left wrist. "How are you doing, Mel?"

"Exhausted mostly," Melanie replied. "Jay didn't come as easily as the doctors had hoped. Nothing permanent, just we're going to have to be careful. Next one might need to come out another way. Seems I'm not able to handle twelve pound babies too comfortably."

"Twelve pounds?" Edward said, surprised. He looked at Jay, who was nestling comfortably against his father, and whistled in appreciation. “He’s as big as I was.”

"More likely twelve kilograms," Melanie said quietly, before laughing. "Or maybe you just had one hell of a growth spurt?"

"Pretty much. Aklark children tend to be normal sized until we're about five or six. Then we really shoot up."

Keith groaned. "Noted. Five years after you two have a baby, make sure to triple the Lockwood investments in farming, or else your child eats us out of house and home."

Kimberly waved off the joking men, and turned her attention to Melanie.
You seriously are all right?

Yeah. It hurt like hell, but I'm okay. The IV is just a precaution, mostly a glucose and antibiotic drip. The doc said I had a bit more blood in my afterbirth than he wanted, but it's stopped. I'll be in here for a day or two, then you'll have me back at home.

Is there anything I can do?

Melanie shook her head then stopped, and nodded.
Yeah. About a week from now, I'm going to want to start getting back in shape. Think you mind helping out?

Try and stop me. But you have to make me a promise.

What's that?

When it's my turn, you do the same for me?

Deal.

The two women turned their attention to their Mates, watching in good humor as both men stood next to each other, their heads almost touching, entranced by the tiny little miracle in their arms. Keith had opened up the blanket a little more, and Edward was reaching down, stroking Jay's cheek. "I've been around for a few decades now," Edward said quietly, smiling as Jay turned his face and rubbed his cheek against the massive fingertip, "and I've seen newborns before, but’s a lot different when he's in your own family."