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A few months later and Shane couldn’t believe it. Wouldn’t believe it, at least until he got a few more tests. But the test he had? Was positive. Brightly so. And he felt sicker than he’d even felt before he took the test.
He couldn’t just do this. Not right now. Not ever. Not with Ilya and certainly not with his career.
But this wasn’t just this. It was a baby. A real baby inside him, growing from their last encounter all the way to now, where he was sure it’d grown content to be.
He took a deep breath and picked up the ginger ale on the counter, chugging it and not waiting too long before he took two more tests.
Positive.
Fuck.
He needed to not be alone right now, on the floor of his bathroom. But who was there to call? Rozanov? Yeah, no thank you. His parents? Even less likely.
There was only one other person he could think of. His best Friend. Hayden Pike.
His hands shook as he texted him.
Shane: Can you come over? It’s an emergency
A few moments later, a bubble popped up, followed by a message.
Hayden: OMW
Just like he needed, always his right-hand man, Hayden would be there for him. And Hopefully still be there after he explained everything too.
Hayden knew he was an omega; he told him and only him on his team. They roomed a lot and he trusted him and it was just good to have someone know.
But omega and pregnant omega were very different.
And Hayden definitely didn’t know he was gay. Or out being gay with Ilya fucking Rozanov.
Baby steps…. ironically, would be the goal here.
He was trustworthy once; he’d be trustworthy again. Shane had to believe it. Or he just wouldn’t function.
Hayden showed up twenty minutes later, a worried look on his face that creased into his brow. “Dude, what up?” he asked him, waiting for an answer and an invitation inside.
Shane let him in first, the easiest part. Mouth closed and tasting of vomit from his nerves and morning sickness. He led him to the couch and sat him down with a huff and a thud on the pressed leather.
“What's the big emergency?” Hayden pushed again, not too hard, but knowing him well enough to know he needed a little bit of help.
“I’m-” He felt the vomit rising in his mouth, and he darted for the door of the bathroom.
It wasn’t too far, and so he made it to the toilet with little issues, spewing chunks of his breakfast up and hurting his throat with gags. Hayden followed him in, concerned, and stood behind him, rubbing his back.
“Shit…” he whispered, chest still heaving.
“Oh my god, Shane,” Hayden breathed from behind him, still. “Are you pregnant?”
Shane’s brow furrowed, a bit of panic still in him from the words. How would he know that just from this? How could he say it so easily when Shane could hardly live it?
“How could you- I just threw up I-”
“The tests.” Hayden cut him off, picking one off of the sink where it clearly shown positive. “You left the tests out.”
“Oh….” Shane slumped against the wall, officially out of options to deny, even when the whole goal was to explain and accept it. He couldn’t help but still feel sick over it.
“All you have to say is oh?” Hayden asked him, head tilting at him.
“Are you mad?” Shane asked.
“No.” Hayden immediately let him know. “I’m just…curious.”
“About?”
“Whose the other parent?”
Shane hit his head back against the wall he leaned on and covered his eyes. His mouth tasted like vomit, and he was so overwhelmed. This answer was for another day. And luckily, Hayden seemed to catch the drift. Staying by his side to sit and rub his knee as he came off his anxiety. Nothing more, nothing less. At least not yet.