His Majesty (Slide Away)

23.

"You... You're pregnant?" John asked, slowly, standing there in amazement.

"I do not know..." Paul sighed. "I might be..."

"Well is that not that a good thing?" John asked, confused, a little smile appearing on his face. "I mean... I'd love to have a mini Paul running around here..." He laughed, breathily.

"I know." The Omega finally smiled, but only a little. "However it has been four months since my last heat at least... I haven't had it since I've been with you..." Paul sighed, his face falling. "I should have had it two months ago... But I didn't. And now I'm having pregnancy symptoms and I just-"

Paul stopped his sentence, falling into the chair underneath him. He held his head in his hands, and let out a single sob.

"I'm scared, John..." The boy whispered out.

"Oh my darling..." John sighed, rushing over to Paul. He knelt down on the floor beneath him, gently taking ahold of Paul's tiny wrists. "Please don't be scared... You will be alright... Whether you're pregnant or not, Macca."

"Hm..." Paul whimpered out.

"Come on... How about we go and call the doctor? We can see if he can come and check you over... Yeah?"

"A-Alright." Paul nodded, sheepishly.

"That's my brave Omega..." John smiled, moving the boy's hands from his face. "You're alright, aren't you?"

"Yes..." Paul smiled, lightly.

"Let's go back to the drawing room, and we can call the doctor." The Alpha rose to his feet, offer ring his hand to Paul, which the Omega took.

They exited the room hand-in-hand.

-

"He is on holiday?" John asked the woman on the phone, rather in shock, as Paul played a tune on his piano in the drawing room.

The door was wide open, and so Paul was sure the lady on the phone could hear him. But to be honest he didn't care who heard him. Playing had long become a way to deal with his stress... The stress he felt before he made that speech at the Omega hospital... The stress he felt after a drunken Mimi took him by the arm and began to show him off to all of her Alpha friends at that ballroom party she had for her birthday, when John had not been looking... And now the stress of maybe being pregnant with the kingdoms future heir, at just 18.

"Can you not call for him to return?" John asked eagerly, from what Paul could hear over his own loud playing. "No... No, of course not." He had sighed in defeat.

"What's going on?" Paul called over to the Alpha.

"No it would not be necessary to leave him a message..." John had told her. "Thank you. Goodbye." Paul could hear the telephone slam back into the holder.

"Whatever happened?" Paul spoke, abruptly stopping his playing and removing his feet from the pedals underneath.

"The doctor is on holiday, I am afraid." The Alpha sighed, scratching his head.

"What?" Paul's asked, his voice clearly disappointed. "Well... What are we going to do? I don't think I can wait, John..."

The Alpha seemed to be in deep thought, scratching his head so furiously now that Paul was sure there would be prominent marks present there later on.

"I have an idea..." John jolted up, and Paul tilted his head to the side.

"Whatever is it, Johnny?"

"I'm going to take you to the Omega hospital..." He rose to his feet, making his way over.

"But- But what if the people there recognise us? We don't even know for sure if I am... And it will be in all of the newspapers, John..."