Ellie’s POV

We have been counting down the weeks until the baby gets here, and there’s not many. I’m 36 weeks pregnant, but I feel like I’ve been pregnant for a year now. We have finally gotten the nursery finished, and I love it.

In the beginning we were a little stuck on where to begin, but after we figured out a color scheme and a theme the rest of the process went by pretty smoothly. We decided on a nautical theme. We painted the room white, but there was one wall that was a navy blue. The crib that we picked was white, but the bedding had stripes that alternated between navy, white, and gray. There was a big Anchor that we got customized so that it had August written out on the bottom of it. We hung it up over the crib, and it really tied the whole room together. My rocking chair was put in one of the corners, the dresser and changing table were also white to match the crib.

August has a whole bunch of clothes so the one of the dresser drawers is already full of newborn clothes. Everyone keeps warning me that I will have to do a lot of laundry because babies are extremely messy. Luckily for me I don’t mind doing laundry, in fact I find it kind of therapeutic. Doing the dishes on the other hand is my kryptonite. I would do laundry forever if it meant I didn’t have to wash the dishes.

Through putting the nursery together I learned that C.J is actually a lot more handy than he let on. This is good because I can’t build anything to save my life. My dad even banned me from helping him because I just lost all of the pieces. C.J assembled all of the furniture, and painted the room all by himself. Through this process I also learned that Walker is not handy at all even though he pretends to be. After class one day I had him come over to help put together the dresser, and he spent at least an hour looking at the directions and scratching his head in confusion while I sat in the rocking chair watching him. That’s how C.J found us when he came home from work. He took the project over from Walker, and he had the dresser put together in no time. I have a feeling that C.J will be putting together a lot more furniture for Walker in the future.

Speaking of school, I’m going to switch over to online schooling for the rest of the year. I only have a couple more weeks for this semester, ao I should be done with the school year just before August is born which will be very nice. The predicted day for his birth is May 20th, but it could be anywhere around that time which is nerve racking.

I’m kind of excited that I will be done with my Omega politics class. There are some interesting things that you learn, but it’s been really hard for me to feel accepted in that class especially when my pregnancy became known. It was just easy to tell that the other omegas were disappointed in me for not only getting pregnant but being bonded at such a young age. The majority of people feel that getting bonded to an Alpha at such a young age is a negative thing because it doesn’t allow them to grow or accomplish as much. Due to this way of thinking people are getting bonded and having children much later than they used to which I don’t have a problem with, but it’s easy to feel that these omegas look down on me for going against the new role of omegas.

I am happy with the omega I am. I’m happy that I’m having a baby, and I’m happy that I’m engaged. I am accepting of the fact that I’m a more traditional and conservative Omega. I wasn’t raised this way, but rather was raised to be accepting of all types of people. Sure I’m so happy that Omegas have rights, and aren’t forced to have families or be housewives, but I don’t understand why it’s considered such a bad thing if it's something that the omega wants.

I’m so lucky that C.J is one of the most understanding people in the world and he is willing to meet me halfway for everything. We’ve had many conversations about what we both want, and what would be best for our situation. C.J has told me multiple times that he fully supports me no matter what. He said that if I wanted to get a full time job we can work things out so that it’s possible. Or if I want to go back to school in person rather than online. The decision is up to me.

We have decided that I would finish off my college classes half online, and half in person. This would allow me to be the stay at home omega that I’ve always wanted, but still be able to have a better college experience rather than being stuck behind a screen the whole time. For the times that I would go to school, Gwyneth has offered to babysit for us. She said that she’s had a lot more free time because she is starting to book less gigs and is ready for a new era in her life.

After I finish college, I don’t think that I’ll get a job. C.J can fully support our family without me having to work which I am beyond grateful for, and it means that I can take care of August without having to worry about certain things. C.J is also content with this because he works a lot and as much as he wants to always be there his job does require him to travel a lot. He said that it was very lonely as a child because his parents were always gone, so he wants August to have a parent there for him so he doesn’t feel the same way that C.J did.

This is all pretty far in the future and things could change, but I think that it’s important to have rough plans for the future so that you’re not running around like a chicken without a head because you have no idea where you want to be in life.

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I’m finally done with my freshman year of college, and it’s so nice to be free of work. Now I just have to deal with this giant stomach. I’m 39 weeks along now, and the doctor told us that the baby could come any day now. I’ve pretty much been reduced to staying in bed all day because my back, feet, and whole body hurt. I can’t even walk, it’s more of a waddle that I know C.J thinks is hilarious. It’s all his fault that the baby is this big, and I will never forgive him.

I was just making myself a smoothie when I started to get contractions. I wasn’t too worried about them though because the doctor told us that contractions didn’t automatically mean the baby was going to come right then and there. It could just be a sign that labor was close, so I didn’t bring it up to C.J who had to go into work today. C.J is super excited for the baby, and he dreads leaving for work everyday because he wants to be there when I go into labor. I think he’s just being a dramatic Alpha. It’s still early for me to go into labor. He totally freaked out when I first had braxton hicks, and he almost died when the baby dropped. I’m sure the doctor had enough of his calls, but she just patiently explained what was happening to my very frantic Alpha.

The next contraction hit a few hours later when I was folding the laundry. It was a bit stronger this time and despite not being too worried I figured that it would be smarter to start timing them just in case. I really felt the need to clean today, and I’m not too sure why. We do a deep clean of the house every Sunday, and we have a cleaning service come once a month just to make sure we didn’t miss anything. So the house is pretty tidy, but I really just couldn’t sit still today.

There were a few times that I had to sit down due to the pain of the contractions, but they were still pretty far apart. It was a little unfortunate that C.J came home in the middle of the most painful one and caught me with teary eyes. He insisted that we go to the hospital right away, but I explained that it was too early. He relented but kept a close eye on me.

“Are you sure that you’re okay babe?” C.J asked me after I had another set of intense contractions.

“Yeah I’m fine. It’s just a little painful” I tried to calm him down, but I felt a bunch of fluid run down my legs all of a sudden. My water just broke.

“That’s it Ellie. I’m done messing around. We are going to the hospital after I get you cleaned up and pack the car with the bags and carseat.” When I saw his face I knew that C.J was really serious and that there would be no negotiating with him. He helped me rinse off quickly, I got dressed while he packed the car, and we were off to the hospital. He held my hand as I squeezed it tightly when another contraction hit. I could tell that he was really nervous for me.

We got there, and we got a room pretty quickly, but since my contractions were still pretty far apart there was nothing for them to do so the wait was on. The nurses advised me to walk around the hall for a little, so C.J helped me as I waddled up and back the corridor. Eventually the time came when I couldn’t walk anymore because the pain was too much, so I writhed around on the bed. This baby better be real cute.

Finally the time came when August was finally ready to come out. I don’t remember a lot other than the pain, screaming, and pushing. I do remember that C.J was as pale as a ghost as he watched. I probably would have laughed at his expression if I wasn’t busy popping out a baby. When August’s head finally came out, and the doctor’s handed him over to me I was still a little out of it, but there’s nothing like holding your baby for the first time. It’s very surreal, and something that you don’t ever experience again. I just couldn’t believe that he was here. I didn’t really have time to think about it because I still had to deal with freaking after birth.

When I woke up I smiled at the sight of our baby sleeping soundly in C.J’s arms. He looked so small, but the doctors and nurses all assured me that August was anything but small for a baby. He weighed in at 12 pounds and 2 ounces, and measures 28 inches. So in simple words he’s huge just like his daddy. If we ever have more children hopefully they take after me.

I’m assuming that C.J informed our parents about the baby, because about ten minutes later his parents were coming through the door. They looked at the baby with big smiles, and I knew that Gwyneth was freaking out but kept quiet so she wouldn’t wake him up.

“He sure is a big baby” Augustine commented as they peered down at him.

“Trust me I know. I just had to give birth to him.” They laughed and asked me how I was doing. I told them that I was fine, and apart from the pain the birth went perfectly, but I guess the pain part is normal.

“Did you guys decide on a name?” Gwyneth looked at us in curiosity. I flashed a smile at C.J and nodded at him.

“Actually we picked a name a long time ago. Guys, meet August Jamison Delaney” I saw his dad's eyes light up in happiness.

“August? After me?” He seemed to be in denial, but hugged me carefully, “Thank you. It means the world to me”

He gave C.J a fatherly pat on the back. A little while after my family came to visit, and they all took turns gushing over the baby and holding him. Max was so cute. He sat on C.J’s lap who helped Max hold August, and Max gave August a big kiss on his forehead. August just scrunched up his nose at the feeling. It was still a little too early to distinguish who he really looked like, but one thing was for sure, he had my blonde hair. He was still pretty bald, but you could tell that the hair that he did have was not at all the same shade of black that C.J had.

After everyone left it was time to feed Auggie for the first time. One of the nurses helped me out, and luckily August latched on after a few tries. It was definitely a strange feeling, but not necessarily a bad one. C.J looked at me feeding our baby in awe, and I just rolled my eyes. In the middle of breastfeeding the silence was broken by Wilbur bursting through the door.

“Ahh! Boobs!” He exclaimed before covering his eyes.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have bursted in here without knocking” Walker smacked the back of his older brother’s head. While Wilbur had a red face, Walker didn’t even blink twice at the sight of me breastfeeding. He just looked like it was a normal sight. I honestly was not uncomfortable with them being in here with me, they are like my family and I know that I can be comfortable around them. C.J didn’t seem to mind them being in here either, but I knew that if anyone other than family saw me he would be a little upset at them seeing such a vulnerable thing. It was less of a jealousy thing and more of a protective thing. Who am I kidding? C.J would be super jealous if anyone saw my boobs other than him. I think he’s just allowing it because he’s elated and it’s Wilbur and Walker.

We were staying the night here, and I was more than ready to sleep off my exhaustion at the end of the day. I’m so happy that August is finally here. It feels like a part of my life is complete.