December 7th

“Find yourself a chair, and don't stand in our legs!" exclaimed Dr. Hamilton.

But Ian couldn't sit still. 

He paced tirelessly over the carpet of his study. 

A roaring fire burned in the fireplace, while outside, the first flakes of winter swirled by the windows.

 The short December afternoon was already drawing to a close. 

Eden, like the doctor, thought the baby would arrive the week before; but it was December 7, and she had been having contractions since dawn, when the omega had woken him, apologizing for interrupting his sleep. 

Ian rushed to the stables, woke up two grooms and sent them for the doctor, then rushed...