A Werewolf, A Vampire, and A Fae Walk Into A Bar (Book 1 of The Last Witch Series) novel Chapter 6

“She’s out,” Rune says, a look of awe on his face, just as the old clock behind the bar strikes midnight. I open my eyes, which have long been soaked with tears but now get a fresh coating. Just a few feet away, after growing inside me for the better part of a year, I see my baby. She’s crying, bloody, and perfect. I’m a broken vessel, torn and sweaty and surrounded by demented intruders, but I don’t care. I’ve never felt love like this.

“Rain…” I murmur, saying my baby’s name out loud for the first time. She was always going to have that name, but I promised myself I wouldn’t speak it until she arrived.

Rune holds the baby with great care, which at first puts me at ease before giving me a funny feeling. He stares at Rain with a kind of reverence that has my hackles up, and he’s not making any move to hand her over my way.

“Give her to me,” I say in a steady voice, my body absolutely giddy about being done with the throws of labor.

He hesitates. His eyes shift from me to Darius to Zev, and there’s a palpable tension between the three. It pisses me off because... because give me my freaking baby.

He’s still cradling my daughter when Zev stands, his impressive stature becoming apparent. Darius rises as well, also a taller-than-average man.

“Give the child to her mother,” Zev says in a voice that’s both calm and terrifying. “I know what you’re doing, I know the impulse you feel, and neither Darius nor myself will let you move an inch from where you stand while you hold that baby.”

Maybe it’s that I’m still in agony and sitting in afterbirth, but these guys strike me as a special kind of crazy. Nevertheless, Rune seems to catch Zev’s drift and he carefully leans over with Rain. I’m about to hold the baby I’ve been waiting so long to meet.

“Do you wrap the placenta around the child now or later?”

Rune’s question feels like a mix of the right words in the wrong order. Wrap the baby in the placenta?

“Do I what now?”

“Or is that something the elders do while your body mends?”

It’s late and I’ve labored, so I’ve got zero brain space for these weird questions. Fortunately, Zev steps in.

“She doesn’t share your rituals. Here they eat the placenta. Just pass the child, Rune.”

While I have no intention of eating the placenta, Zev’s suggestion is less bonkers than the previous one. Rune does as he’s told, with a mild look of disgust on his beautiful face.

As I take her into my arms, I feel my shirt being lifted. Darius, in the most forward and inappropriate move ever, is taking off my clothes while I’m incapacitated. My bar-owner instinct is to swing the baby at him like the bat I keep behind the counter to scare off the occasional drunk who has one too many. Fortunately, my maternal instinct steps in and stops me.

Darius manages to read the room and explains himself. “She needs to feel your skin.” Of course I know about skin-to-skin time and how important it is, but this delivery and my new company has thrown me off my game. I drop a little of the tension and let Darius resume with the unprompted disrobing.

Finally, naked as a jaybird, I get to hold my baby. As soon as I press her up to my breast, she stops crying and my heart melts all over again. Her little lips inch along my skin, searching for a nipple, and it’s absolutely the cutest thing that’s ever happened in the world.