Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Walker

Part Seven

After the 'big clean up' as Marcus so adamantly called it, we left the hotel. But every few minutes we had to stop because he needed to throw up. Onlookers were horrified because seriously, that guy vomited wherever the hell he wanted. He even did it in a trash can on the side of the road and by a shop doorway. I was just waiting for sirens or someone to come after us. I still couldn't believe how much he still had left in him. But surely enough we finally made it back to my hotel with Marcus looking as white as a ghost. I was seriously worrying for his health by this time and also deathly terrified at facing Craig and all of this to be true. Marcus wasn't the only one praying. "Nearly at my room, come on," I said, holding his sticky hand. "Just a little further."

"I can't….oh god, just leave me here," He griped and slumped to the floor a foot from the door. "I'm dying. Walker, I'm dying…" Jesus christ he's such a fucking drama queen. But considering the circumstances I guess it can't be helped.

"Wait there," I sighed as he made himself comfortable in the damn hallway. "Craig!" I shouted as I opened the door. "Hey…."

"Shut up. You don't need to shout."

"Are you okay?"

He looked up. His eyes red and face a little puffy. He looked like he'd been crying. "Do I look okay?"

"Erm...no, but I need to talk to you about what happened at the restaurant."

"Hold that," he grumbled and stood up. "You brought him with you, right?"

"Oh, yeah. He's currently dying in the hall. He won't stop throwing up."

"Don't bring him in here Walker, please."

"Are you, well...erm…"

"Heat?" I nodded. Please please say no. "Yeah, but it's not what you think. But don't bring him in here."

"I don't understand Craig. What's going on?"

He sighed and slumped on the end of the bed again. "I get them. You know that. Every few months it just happens and tonight your Omega's stink had it coming on earlier than I expected."

"I don't understand. You went to the club and it didn't happen there?"

"No, because I had a very strong suppressant but it doesn't last long. They're kind of like a one time thing."

"Right?"

"I didn't know you'd be with an Omega who literally has no control over his own pheromones. It set me off."

"So you've not like, imprinted?"

"What? No you fucking idiot. It's not that….oh god why would you even think that? You get them too, so how are you not getting it?"

"Well, I'm not like you, I have a higher resistance to pheromones. I don't need the shit you take."

"So how is this hard for you to understand?"

"Because Marcus went all funny and rampant and started vomiting exorcist style all over the damn place. It had all the signs of that…."

"God your both so retarded and if he's sick like that its not because of me. Take him to a doctor or something."

My stomach unknotted and my heart that was stuck in my throat finally settled back in my chest. Yet I still had a dying Marcus in the hallway. "So…"

"Look Walker," Craig bit. "I've been to the pharmacy and got more suppressants, so just go away for a while. I'll text you when I'm feeling better."

"Right, okay. I'll get Marcus to a hospital or something."

"Good. We only have tomorrow left here so get him sorted before we leave please and let me be alone for a bit."

"Sure, okay. I can do that." So I turned away from Craig and popped my head out the door. Marcus was still on the floor groaning. "I'll sort him out. See you later I guess."

"Yeah yeah." He moaned and waved me off and I left, shutting the door quietly.

I walked over to Marcus and looked down at him. "You not dead yet?"

He snorted. "Possibly. Are you an angel?"

"Get up. We need to go to the hospital."

"Why? Am I actually dying?"

"Maybe. Or you've eaten something dodgy."

"So, it's not what you said?"

"Nope. Well Craig said it's not and we've already figured out you weren't in heat. So we need to see why you're vomiting like you've been. You might be possessed, or something."

"That, maybe makes more sense."

"Come on, up you get ," I said and held out my hands and pulled him to his feet. "Let's just get you seen to."

"Why? If it's not that then why do I need to see anyone?"

"Because, we leave the day after tomorrow and you can't fly if you're sick. You still want to come right?"

"...yeah." he started sniffing. God he's going to cry.

"If you start crying I'm leaving you on the street."

He sniffed again. Okay so I won't really leave him, he's just too cute. "Oh, okay. I'll get checked out." He looked so pale still and was holding his stomach. He must be in pain. So I think Craig is probably right about him eating something dodgy. I'm keeping an eye on his food intake from now on, because that amount of vomit is not normal.

Kiss Me

We finally made it to the hospital. Miraculously, on the way he seemed to feel better. He stopped so many times to chat to people he knew, it was like nothing happened at all. He went from being a complete drama queen to the Marcus I met on the first night. He'd even started flirting with some of the nurses. Now I don't even know why we came here in the end, but something just didn't sit right with me. After talking to the doctor he'd explained that he'd been feeling sick every now and then and that he thought Craig's heat made him go all funny, so the doctor decided to run a few tests. Now we had to wait. "Ugh, why is it taking so long." Marcus whined.

"Because tests take time."

"Hey, Walker," he whispered, leaning in to me. "Ever wanted to fuck in a hospital?"

"You're hopeless. How can you be sick then be all better all of a sudden, you're weird."

"Maybe, but it would be fun right?"

"We're here to make sure you're okay and if you carry on I'll get them to check your mental health."

"What? I'm not crazy."

I chuckled as I sat with my eyes closed. "Only a crazy person would say that."

"Pffft…."

"Mr Taylor," The doctor called and Marcus was up in seconds, pulling me with him into the room when all I really wanted was to sleep, this whole thing has taken a lot out of me. "Please sit." The doctor gestured.

"So doc, what's wrong with me? Tell me it's like bad food."

"Actually, it's a little more complicated than that," I sat up, I was more than interested now. "You told me you've been getting nauseous for a little while now and that your pheromones had brought on your partner's cousin, Craig? Ahh, his rut." He quickly looked at his notes. "So I thought it best to do a series of tests to make sure he hadn't imprinted and everything else came back clear but one…."

"What one!"

"Jesus Christ Marcus." He made me almost jump out of my skin.

The doctor briefly smiled then went back to his notes. "You're pregnant."

"I'm what now?" My jaw almost unhinged. Marcus was almost off his chair. "You got someone else's test right?"

"No Mr Taylor. You are pregnant, I can't be sure on how far along you are but I'm guessing because you're still getting sick that you're less than twelve weeks along."

"No no, you're wrong. I've been feeling sick, okay. But only tonight was I throwing up like Walker said, like I was possessed or something. Plus, I always used protection," Marcus was practically pleading with the poor doctor who looked like he was ready to bolt out the door. I mean, fuck. He's pregnant.

"You are pregnant, there is no mistake."

"This can't be, oh god!"

Marcus was hysterical now and I had to do something before he completely breaks down. So I wrapped my arms around him. "It's okay Marcus…."

"What?" He snapped, shooting me a death glare. "How is this okay? I was always careful, always."

"Well, maybe the condom split or something."

"Split or something? Do you realize what I do?" He laughed. "I whore it Walker…"

I stopped him right there with my hand on his mouth. "Listen to me you idiot. Of course I know so stop acting dumb. It's shocking, I get it, but accidents happen without you realizing sometimes. Now suck it up."

He stared at me, mouth open for a moment before his eyes welled with tears and his bottom lip started to quiver. "....does, does that mean you won't want me now? I'm a slut a dirty pregnant slut," then he gasped and turned back to the doctor. "Can I get rid of it?"

"Well, it's something that you should think on…" The doctor stuttered.

"I have, just now."

"Marcus, stop it. Lets go and figure it out together."

"But…"

"No. You being pregnant wouldn't make me not want you. I'm shocked, yes. But I won't throw you away because of it. I chose you like you chose me and having a baby won't drive me away."

"Oh….I…."

I took his hand in mine and stood, pulling him with me. "Thank you doctor. We'll be fine," He nodded and I pulled a reluctant Marcus from the room. "Lets go." I wrapped my arms around him again and escorted a still sobbing Marcus from the hospital.

"So, I wasn't going into heat. Its because….because….oh fuck, I'm pregnant Walker."

"I know. But I promise it will be okay." This is a shock to both our systems, but fuck will I give up on him because he's pregnant by another guy, but its also something we can't just sweep under a rug. We had a lot of talking to do and decisions to be made. Still, I'm never letting him go, no matter what he chooses to do.