Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 190: Four Babies for Four Alphas

*Rose*

“What do you mean you need me to push, you ugly bitch?” Even though I have the epidural, it’s not completely made the pain go away, and whenever I have a contraction, I’m beginning to feel it again. I asked Dr. Travesty if I could have a new button because the one I’ve been pushing recently doesn’t seem to be working to send more meds, and she said no.

Can you fucking believe it?

She said it wasn't the button, it was the epidural itself, that I’d used it all up already, and while she would put a new one in if I needed it, she didn’t think I did. She said I’d be able to push better if I could feel it a little.

What the actual fuck? I don’t want to feel it a little. I don’t want to feel it at all! I want the goddessdamn medicine!

But I don’t have any choice. She says in a soothing voice that irritates the fuck out of me, “Now, now, Miss Rose, it will be all right. One of your babies is right here, ready to come out. So just give the children a little push, and soon enough, this will all be over, and you’ll have your babes in your arms, and you’ll forget all about it.”

I think her words are meant to be inspiring and calming, but they really make me want to scream and run away from this place. One of my babies has its giant head pressed to the entrance of my va-jay-jay, and it’s ready to tear my tiny hole to shreds because that’s the only way it knows how to get out? What’s more, that one has three others behind it?

“Isn’t there another way?” I ask, tears beginning to stream down my face.

“No, not for you,” Dr. Travesty says in that same mellow voice. “Your babies are all perfectly lined up, not causing any commotion, and can easily slide right out through the birth canal. We only go the other way when we have to. Recovering from surgery isn’t the way to start off raising four small children.”

“Cut me open!” I scream as Tristan squeezes my leg. “I don’t wanna push them out!”

“Rose, darling,” Mark says, leaning over and brushing the tears off of my cheeks. “It’ll be all right. You can do this.”

“Maybe I can,” I say, not doubting my abilities to push them out. I’m strong, and even with the epidural and a lack of complete feeling, I think I can do it. I’m just scared to. “But what if… what if… it ruins me?”

The men exchange a confused glance that almost has me wanting to smack each of them again. “Ruins you?” Reece asks, brushing my hair over my shoulders. Of all the times to forget a ponytail holder….

“That’s right,” I say, fighting more tears. “What if it leaves a giant, gaping hole in my who-ha, and you guys can’t even feel me anymore? You’ll get tired of me, you’ll find someone else, and you’ll all leave me! Isn’t it enough that my body has had to stretch to the size of Mt. Vesuvius to accommodate all of these fucking babies? Now I’ve got to create a cavern between my legs so that they can make their grand entrance to the world!”

Again, they are all looking at one another before they begin to chuckle. Now, I want to kill them all. “Get out!” I scream and point to the door. “And I'm not talking to the babies! I mean their fathers!”

Tristan jumps in. “Rose, baby, little flower, you don’t have to worry about that. You will always feel amazing to us, even if your body doesn’t quite go back to how it was before. And you will always look beautiful to us, even if you are a little bigger than you were before you had our children. We love you for you, not for what you look like. And we love making love to you because of how it is to be with you.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby,” Mark says as Reece nods in agreement.

“I’d hate to interrupt,” Dr. Travesty says in a sing-song voice, “but this one with the dark hair is ready to come out now!”

With new determination, I bear down and begin to push. I grit my teeth as Reece counts for me, and with Dr. Travesty’s help, I only have to push a few times before she tells me to stop.

And then… I see her.

Tiny, purple and red with white goo all over her, and mad as hell, she’s holding a baby girl, my baby girl, with curly black hair and the fiercest little fists flying.

“Oh, my Goddess!” I say as I cover my mouth with both hands. She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Is that mine?” Tristan asks, and he has tears streaming down his face. “Is that my daughter?”

“We won’t know until we do some tests, but… it appears to. She definitely has your hair,” Dr. Travesty says.

They lift the baby onto my stomach, and Tristan cuts the umbilical cord. The moment she rests on me, she stops crying, and I kiss her little head. Her face is scrunched up, and I can tell that she is still shaken, but she feels safe so close to my heartbeat.

I can’t hold her for long, though, as another baby is coming. A nurse sweeps my daughter away, going to clean her up, she says, and then I have to bear down and push.

The next screams are of a little girl with dark hair, but it’s not unruly, and she has Reece’s nose to be sure, so we assume this girl is his, and he cuts the cord.

In my head, I hear Eli’s voice. ‘I’m almost there, my love!’

‘Hurry!’ I tell him. ‘I haven’t seen a redheaded baby yet, but… I can’t wait much longer!’

After they take my second daughter to be cleaned and swaddled, I push again, and a little light-haired boy with a very serious demeanor comes out. He is the fastest to come out as well, once I started pushing, and I have no doubt that he’s Mark’s son as I stare down at his face. He is looking back at me in wonder as I stroke his cheek.

“All right. One more time,” the doctor says. “And we need to hurry.”

They take Mark’s son from me, and I notice something I haven’t before about the way Dr. Travesty is acting. She seems less lighthearted now, which is odd because she is always so bouncy and kind, despite her name.

But I’m not ready yet. “Eli is almost here,” I tell her. “I believe it’s his baby next.”

“We cannot wait.” Dr. Travesty’s tone send a shiver down my spine. She turns to a nurse and tells her something, and she nods and rushes out of the room.

“Doc, is everything all right?” I can tell by Mark’s tone he is concerned as well.

Dr. Travesty clears her throat. “I’m not certain right now, but I do know we need to get this baby out quickly. Rose, push.”

Her order sounds like it came from the mouth of an Alpha, so I don’t argue. I bear down and push, wishing Eli were here.

After three pushes, I am exhausted, and the room is spinning. I feel faint. I want to lay down, but Dr. Travesty is yelling at me. “Rose, you must push again, and you must do it now!” she orders.

It seems like she’s standing further away from me now, and little particles of light are dancing all around her. It’s an odd sensation, like she’s at the end of a kaleidoscope.

“Rose?” Tristan sounds worried. I try to focus my eyes on him, but I can’t.

“What’s happening?” I mutter.

“Rose! Push!” Dr. Travesty commands, so I do.

I hear a noise at the door, but I am distracted by pushing with everything I have left in me. As I hear the baby begin to cry, I see a mop of red hair on his head, and my eyes connect for a second with a man whose head is adorned with the same lustrous locks.

“You’re here. Eli….” My voice is a whisper, and even before they put my son on my chest, I fall back onto the pillows. My eyes won’t stay open….

Everything fades away.