Roommating: An Mpreg Romance, page 9
I whimpered and coughed some.
He petted the top of my head and gave me more kisses. “My sweet thing.” He held me in his arms and hummed a lullaby.
Webber
My stomach was getting so large. I barely had two months to go, and it was more than obvious that I was pregnant. It was also time to ask about other housing options. I should’ve done it earlier, but the thought of not rooming with Marcus hurt too much. I had hidden my belly pretty well, wearing loose shirts and lots of layers with scarves, even though they couldn’t kick me out for being pregnant. Only if my roommate did it to me, so I tried to hide it as much as I could since it was my roommate and all who did it to me. We roommated in the way they didn’t want us to. We hardcore roommated, but so far the school didn’t know, neither did my family. I planned to tell them over winter break, but all flights got canceled due to a storm back home, and I hadn’t found the courage to tell them over the phone.
Marcus was in class, so I walked over to the housing office. I wore a coat I had gotten recently. It was for pregnant people. The only paternity piece I owned. It was wool and a bit dressier, and almost had a sort of empire waist like many paternity clothes had. But it fit my belly, but also really showed it off. I tried wearing a few scarves with it, but I might’ve had to face the fact that people were going to soon be able to draw conclusions.
The student sitting behind the desk stared at me as I walked in.
“Um, hi.”
He tore his eyes away and shook his head. “Sorry, I think you live down the hall from me. I didn’t know you were pregnant.”
“Sure am, and that’s what I wanted to talk to someone about, like housing options.”
“Let me get you somebody.” He got up and left, coming back a minute later. “Have a seat and someone will be with you shortly.”
I sat back in a chair and unbuttoned my coat. Sweat rolled down my back. That short walk across campus really was quite the workout, it seemed. I was boiling. As I grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling it from my body, kind of fanning myself with it, a tall skinny guy came out.
“Right this way.” He led me into his office and gestured toward the chair across from his desk. “What can I do you for?”
“I wanted to ask about housing options, but first I wanted to check I’m not going to get kicked out because I didn’t know I was an omega and now I’m pregnant.”
He folded his hands together on the desk in front of him. “You would only get expelled if you violated our non-fraternization clause with your roommate.”
“Isn't that kind of discriminatory?” I rubbed my eyebrow with my thumb.
“It’s school policy.”
It was a policy I was so scared of that I never really sat and thought about how it made no sense. “But what’s the difference if they become pregnant by someone else?”
He didn’t answer, just gave me a smarmy smile.
“Well?” I stared at him, waiting to see if he had a good response. “It makes no sense.”
“We’re getting off topic.”
“Not really.”
“If you would like to talk more about university policy, you will have to take it up with the dean of the school.”
Well, perhaps that was something I needed to do. “All right.”
“Now, as for you. You can stay in your dorm room until you give birth. Your roommate didn’t impregnate you, did he?” He twitched his lips to the side and furrowed his brow, staring at me.
“No.”
“If we suspect such an incident has occurred, paternity tests will be done, and then further action will be taken. So ….”
I chose Northern Virginia because I thought it’d be an open, inviting school. A place where I could meet all kinds of people and not just betas, but it turned out they weren’t as inclusive and accepting as I had thought. “I shouldn’t have to answer these questions, but no.”
“If you shall return next school year, we have apartments available for families.”
“But what about now?” I asked because the present was where my problem really lay.
“You can only request a dorm transfer at the beginning of each semester.”
“You said I can stay in the dorms until I have my babies, but what then?”
“That’s for you to figure out.”
I was really starting to dislike this guy. “Do you have any suggestions? Any support for this. It seems kind of crappy that you’d just kick me out of the dorms.”
“They’re not meant to rear children in. You do get to stay in school, so be happy with that.”
“All right, I guess I have to talk to someone higher up.” I pushed myself to my feet.
He waved at the door, and I left.
I went back to our room, severely agitated. Marcus was back from class and sat crossed-legged on his bed in front of his laptop. I told him everything.
“What a prick. God, he and this school suck. I came here because I liked the idea that there’d be more alphas and omegas than betas here, but they’re ashamed of their students.”
“They are. He’d kick me out if he could. See, everyone was like being an omega is no big deal, but it really is. Is that why you can’t love me?” I asked. Maybe he now saw me as the downgraded version of myself.
“Of course not.”
“Then why? Isn’t it worth getting kicked out of school for? For love and our babies?” It seemed like he didn’t want to fight for me and our children.
He shook his head and bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry. I just can’t let myself. We’d have to move back home.”
“We could get a place together. Start over or something. Figure things out.” We wouldn’t be the first young couple to have children. I was certain plenty of people figured it out.
He furrowed his brow. “With what money?”
“I’ll talk to my parents.” Was I scared as all get out about telling them, yes, but I was sure they wouldn’t leave me struggling no matter how disappointed they were in me.
“It’s best if I remain here,” he said softly, glancing at the floor.
He couldn’t even make eye contact with me. “I think you’re using this school thing as an excuse.”
“I wish I was.”
“Then tell me.” I threw my hands up in frustration.
He glanced up at me. “Webber, it has nothing to do with you.”
“It does. We’re having babies together.” It had everything to do with me, really.
He shot to his feet and balled his fists at his sides. “But if we’re kicked out, we have no fucking money, and I’m not depending on your goddamn family!”
I whimpered and shrunk back.
“Holy shit, I’m sorry.” He scrubbed his palms over his face. “See, we can’t be together. There’s no way.”
“Forget you then, Marcus.” I grabbed my sweater, pushed past him, and opened the door, running from the room. I went out to the quad even though it was cold, found a nice spot under a tree, and called my dad.
He picked up right away, as he always did whenever I called.
“Webby, we haven’t heard from you in forever. Are you crying? What’s wrong? Who do we have to kill?” He squinted at the screen, holding the phone too low as he always did so I could see his nose hair.
“No murder, but um, Dad, I got myself into a bit of a situation.”
“Are you calling from jail?”
I laughed. “No, but can you go get Mom? You should hear this at the same time.”
“Laura,” he yelled, running to go find her, holding the phone so I now saw straight up his nostrils.
“What?” I heard my mom say from another room.
“Our son has become a drug mule or something and is in a foreign prison.” My dad was always so dramatic.
Her face filled the camera. “Is it true?”
“No, Dad’s nuts.”
“Well, what is it then?”
I blew out a breath and wiped the tears from my eyes with my fingertips.
My mom gasped. “Wait, are you crying?”
“I was, and that’s why I’m calling.”
“Because you’re upset?”
I blew out a breath. “No, because I’m pregnant.”
“Ha, ha, you’re so funny.” She smiled and shook her head like I told her a joke.
My dad’s face appeared next to my mom’s. “What did you say?”
“I said, I’m pregnant. Turns out I’m an omega.” I glanced over my shoulder, making sure no one was close enough to hear.
My dad’s eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead. “What? How? No.”
“Yeah, kind of found out the hard way,” I whispered, thinking how weird it was that I basically just told my parents I had sex.
“Oh, no, did someone attack you?”
“No, I slept with an alpha and well, it turned out I was in heat, and we accidentally mated and now I’m having twins.”
My dad scrunched up his nose. “Say what?”
“Are you serious?” my mom asked, squinting at the phone screen. Both of my parents needed to invest in some glasses. There was a ninety-nine percent chance when I video called them that they’d squint at the phone screen.
“Yes, I’m due on March 22nd.” I glanced down at my round belly.
“That’s only a couple of months away. If you’re actually pregnant, why are you just telling us now?” my dad asked.
“Listen to yourself. You said if I was actually pregnant. Why would I lie about that? I somehow knew you wouldn’t react well.”
“Did you not use a condom?”
I couldn’t believe the conversation we were having. “No, but he got tested, and he was my first.”
“Oh, really? Your first?”
“Yes, Dad, not everybody is the Casanova you must’ve been in your youth.”
My mom’s mouth dropped open. “You’re really pregnant.”
“Yes, Mom, and that’s the thing. I have nowhere to stay once I give birth. You can’t have babies in your dorm rooms, and I can’t get a university apartment until the fall.”
“You’re an omega.” My dad stared at me, ignoring what I just said.
“Yes, Dad.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I can see now that I think about it.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice several octaves higher.
“Even as a gay man, you seem a bit ….”
“Jesus Christ, Dad.” I put the phone down for a moment, and looked at the sky, shaking my head.
“Jim!” my mom screeched.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know those are stereotypes, but ….”
“Jim!”
I picked my phone back up and glared at my parents. “All right, I think I’m hanging up now.”
“No, no, sweetie, please don’t. Ignore your dad and let’s figure something out.”
Chapter Twenty
Marcus
JESUS CHRIST I WAS AN ASSHOLE. I HAD TO GO FIND WEBBER. Somehow, I had to get past all of my hang-ups and fears and face life, but I couldn’t do it without my mate, my pup, my omega, the man that I loved. I ran out of the room, flew down the stairs, and burst out of the building, looking all around. I honestly didn’t know where he would’ve gone. Wind whipped my hair around and stung my bare arms, and I ran away from the dorms and across the quad.
“Webber,” I yelled. I ran around, checking every spot where we ever sat outside. He wasn’t at any of them, and then I tried to think which building he might’ve gone into. He had a class soon, but I couldn’t think which one. I called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. I texted him, I’m sorry, over and over again.
Despite it being damn windy and cold outside, I sat down on a bench, pulled up my knees, and cried. He deserved better than me. I didn’t deserve him. I nearly bit his damn head off. But just because I didn’t deserve him, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I bawled, never really having cried a day in my life before. I tried to steel myself against pain, held it in because crying showed weakness, and when my dad saw weakness, he’d have to beat me more to toughen me up. That’s what he always said it was. It wasn’t abuse. He was trying to turn me into a proper alpha. When I asked about why he hit Daddy then, he told me that’s how alphas showed their power. I told him it was bullshit and got pushed down a flight of stairs.
“Marcus,” I heard a while later.
I glanced up, and Webber stood in front of me. I tried to blink away some of my tears.
“You have to be freezing to death. Look how red your arms are.”
I sniffled. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does.” He held out his hand.
“No.”
“Marcus.”
I swallowed. “I deserve whatever I get.”
“You just got pissed.”
“I can’t get pissed.”
“Why not?” He tipped his head to the side and stared at me.
“Because it means I’m like my dad. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve already hurt you.” It wasn’t just that I hurt him. It was also all the other days where I told him it was just practice. That it all meant nothing.
“Your dad a bit of a hard ass?”
I sucked on my bottom lip and blinked. “He hit me almost every day of my life. That’s the real reason Daddy was in prison, I think. It was better than home. He told me he couldn’t do it anymore. He said I was an alpha, I’d be okay, but I wasn’t, Webber.”
He sat down on the bench next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.
“He never touched my sister. I made sure of it, but she left because she said she couldn’t stand seeing me get hit anymore. She wanted me to stop stepping in, but I said no way. She begged me to go with her, but for some reason, I stayed.”
“You were a scared kid, Marcus,” he said so sweetly.
“After I graduated high school, that summer before college, I snapped. I fought back. I don’t know why I didn’t earlier, but I had nowhere to go. Just like if I get kicked out of here.”
“I’ll make sure you always have somewhere to go. You’ll go wherever I go.” He really was too good. After my outburst and basically rejecting him, he still wanted to help me.
I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand. “I can’t let you give up your whole college career for me.”
“We might not even get kicked out.” He smiled and shrugged.
I shook my head, and the wind snapped around us. “You don’t want to be with me, anyway.”
“Why? Because you’re afraid you’re like your dad?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He squeezed his arm around me and lay his head on my shoulder. “You’re nothing like him.”
“That’s probably why I choke you—fuck you so hard.” There had to be reasons for my behavior.
“You do those things to me because I want them. You care for me so much, the way you take care of me after a rough night … you care, and not just in our owner/pup relationship. You make me fricking casseroles, Marcus. You shop for me. You are so sweet to me. You make me feel so loved. You are nothing like your father.”
I wiped my nose with the back of my hand.
“You mean so much to me, but if you feel you still can’t be with me, my parents said they’ll help me out however I want them to. Whether I move back home or get an apartment here,” he said, not sounding pissed or upset at all.
“I don’t want to lose you,” I whispered.
He turned toward me, taking my hand. “I don’t want to lose you either.”
“I love you, Webber.” I took his other hand.
“You do?”
I nodded.
“I love you, too, Marcus. I think from here we start looking for an apartment.”
I sighed. “I barely have any money.”
“Will you accept some help from my parents?” He quirked up an eyebrow and locked his eyes on mine.
“Yes, if it means we get to be together.”
“Good, now let’s go get you warm.”
I stood and held out my hand. He interlaced his fingers in mine, and we walked back to the dorms as a couple.
***
“Hey,” Webber said, climbing into bed next to me later that evening, putting his chin on my shoulder and an arm around my waist.
I took his arm and hugged it to me. “Hey.”
“You doing okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” I was lying there thinking about everything, and more about my assholeness because I should’ve been happy from the get-go that I had him in my life and beyond thrilled when I found out we were having children together.
Webber laid his hand on my cheek, smiling at me. “You were you. Deserving of all good things in your life. Including this.” He took my hand and put it on his belly.
I pulled him toward me, and our lips melted together, and I had an urge to cry again, but now it was more from happiness than anything. He really was too good to me, and could do so much better, but he wanted me, and I wanted him more than anything in the world.
Our limbs became entangled as our breathing quickened and hands roamed all over each other’s bodies. After I took his shirt off, I ran my palms up his glorious round stomach and over his swelling chest. “You’re so beautiful. Breathtaking.”
He looked into my eyes and smiled, pulling off my shirt.
I crashed my lips to his and grabbed his ass as our hips moved to the rhythm of our kiss, slow and lingering to hard and hungry. My body hummed, and my skin prickled. I never wanted anybody more. As we pulled each other’s pants off, my breathing hitched because we were going to be together for the first time where I acknowledged my feelings, our feelings, that we were in love.
As I kissed his neck down to his collarbone, I slid down Webber’s underwear and stroked his cock.
“Marcus,” he mumbled as he nipped kisses across my chest. He trailed his kisses down and climbed between my legs, so I had to let go of him and fisted my hands in his hair as he licked the skin right above my underwear. He smiled up at me and pulled them down, setting my hardness free.
I sat up in bed, and he sat back on his heels. I waved him toward me and held him under his thighs. He wrapped his legs around me, so we were face to face, and I sat him down for a moment as I got the lube, coating my cock. As I lifted his ass, he held my shoulders, and I centered myself on his opening. Slowly, he sat down on my hardness, wincing, but taking it in.
