Norray Oneshots

Pt 2!

It had been about a year and a half since that faitful day. Of course, Norman and Ray hadn't kissed as Emma was being a creepy stalker, but since then the two had shared plenty to make up for it. Today, Norman was about to ask Ray a question that could change their relationship forever. 

Ray was reading a book while snuggling into Norman's side. The two had been waiting for a day like this, as their life had been quite hectic the last couple of weeks due to exams and the end of their second year in college. So, days like these were a blessing. 

"Hey, Ray?" Norman muttered, drawing random images into the small of Ray's back. 

"Yes?" Ray said, putting his book down, giving Norman his full attention. 

"You know how we've been dating for a while now..." Norman trailed off, suddenly nervous. He knew he didn't need to be, they were both irrevocably (at least he thought) in love. 

Ray sat up fully, looking into Norman's eyes. "Yes?" he asked, looking up at the boy. He had a smile on his face, letting Norman know Ray might know what his plan is. 

"Will you become my other half? Will you be my mate?" Norman asked, his face lighting up a deep shade of red. 

"YES!" Ray shouted even before Norman finished his sentence. "Yes. I love you so much, and I've wanted to be your omega for goddess knows how long." 

The two relished in each others arms, knowing that their future was changing for the better. 

<time skip>

Both boys had gotten part time jobs along with college. Norman worked fastfood, and Ray worked at their university Library. It was nice. 

On campus, the two were always together. Norman always making sure Ray had enough layers on in the cold while Ray chistised Norman for procrastinating. They were quite adorable. 

But, something new was heading their way. It started one day when Ray started to feel nauscious. 

It was strange, Ray, who usually loved cheese, began to complain about the attrocious smell. "Norman, did our cheese go bad?" he whined, as he came out of the bathroom in their small apartment. 

Norman raised an eyebrow. "No? Didn't we just buy that cheese?" he said, checking it to appease his mate. 

Ray then went to the fridgerator and took out all the dairy and threw it away. "It's all rotten!" he cried out, quite upset. 

That wasn't the only sign things were changing. Norman noticed Ray started to make the strangest combinations. 

These usually included pickles and sherbert, strawberries and pasta, etc. This really let the boys know something was up. Luckily, they knew a nurse. 

Gilda was worried when she got the call from the mates who were always getting into trouble, so she quickly scheduled an appointment for them, and within the next 24 hours Ray was sitting on a white bed. 

"Congrats. You're pregnant," Guild said plainly before walking out. She had too much to deal with, and she already knew Ray and Norman were both about to have a mental breakdown. 

Ray glared up at Norman. "I thought you used a condom?!" he said, deliriously. He wasn't mad, he was more just confused. 

"I did, I swear!" Norman, said, just as deliriously. "It must have..."

"Yeah..." 

The silence in the room was deafening. 

"So... do you want to keep it?" Norman asked, finally breaking the silence. 

"Yes. It's our child, Norman," Ray said with a smile that quickly turned back into a frown. "But, if you don't want to keep it, we don't have to." 

"No! I mean, no. I want to keep it," Norman said, a bright blush covering his cheeks. 

The two smiled and sent Gilda a text thanking her before they left. 

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Norman was at work when he got a call. 

"There's been an accident," a voice said over his phone speaker, but it felt like a punch to the face. 

Norman rushed to the hospital, desperate to see his mate. "Please. Please Please," he kept chanting over and over. Sometimes out loud. Sometimes only in his head. 

"I'm the mate of Ray Neverland," he snapped once he reached the front desk. The lady seemed to be moving in slow motion. 

"Room 291," she said after what felt like hours. 

Norman rushed to the elevator, his feet barely hitting the ground. He was scared and stressed. 

He bounced on his heels nervously, biting his already chapped lips. 

Luckily, the room was right outside the elevator. 

"Ray!" Norman shouted as he flew into the room. There was his mate, paler than he'd ever been before. 

"Sh," a doctor snapped, glaring at him. "He needs to rest."

"What happened. Is he alright? Is the baby alright?" Norman said, quickly proceeding to ramble off more questions. 

"Sh."

"What happened?!"

"Ray was shot during work," the doctor said practically nonchalant. "He was lucky. It only grazed his shoulder blade, but he lost a lot of blood. We had to put him into a medically induced coma. As for your child..." she trailed off. 

Norman let out a sob and collapsed to the bed, holding onto his mate's hand. 

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, squeezing Ray's hand as if he would suddenly wake up. 

"I'm so sorry."