Your Scent Attracts Me

Ch. 5

"Miles?" Rio called, "You've been in the bathroom for a while; is something wrong?"

Rio walked to her son, that's staring at the toilet. She slowly walked over, calling Miles, yet getting no response. Her eyes slowly draw to what's inside, only to be met with blood.

"Your body can't handle baby-making," Rio said.

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"Your body can't handle a child?" Prowler asked; his tone was threatening.

"I don't exactly see a baby bump on me," Miles replied.

Miles watched Prowler think; he couldn't tell if he was angry at him. It was Saturday; since Miles said he would, he was visiting Prowler, telling him the unfortunate, yet fortunate, news. Before visiting, his mom had a procedure done on him so he could extract the dead child. Miles was across the room, hiding in the shadows. He crossed his arms and leaned on a wall. He was watching Prowler, waiting for his next move or words. Prowler wasn't paying full attention to Miles, thinking about his course of action. He got up from his desk and turned his head to face Miles.

"Then let's try again," Prowler said.

Miles got off the wall, shocked by Prowler's words.

"Our first failed; my body isn't fit for a child," Miles said, trying to reason.

Prowler glanced at Miles, obviously angry at his words. His posture change, making himself appear taller, larger even. His glance made Miles smaller, shutting his mouth. Miles put his hand into a fist and looked away from him. Prowler started to walk towards his omega. Miles backed up; he knew he couldn't escape; his body wouldn't allow it. He hid in a corner, far enough from Prowler to feel comfortable. Prowler stopped, looking at Miles with dagger eyes. Miles was unsure if he was angry with him. He nervously bit his lip and waited for a response.

"No one's body can do it for the first time, so we're trying again," Prowler said; his voice is more powerful.

"Prowler, maybe we should try when we're older," Miles said, once again attempting to reason.

"I think we should try again so your body can understand we want a kid-"

"You want a kid," Miles interrupted.

The room went silent, just the two glaring at each other.

"I'm just saying," Miles added on, "We can wait until we get older; at least until we're 18,"

"Why?" Prowler asked, "So you can break the bond,"

Miles' face went from a glare to a shock. Miles didn't intend to break the bond; he wanted to delay an unwanted pregnancy.

"No, that's -" Miles said, but he was stumbling over his words. It only made Prowler more suspicious.

"So you do want to break the bond," Prowler said, his anger clear as day.

Prowler closed in on the omega. Miles was trying to find words to deny Prowler's suspicion.

"No, Prowler, that's nowhere near my intention," Miles said.

Prowler already closed the gap between the two. He set his hands on Miles' shoulders so he wouldn't go anywhere. His presence wasn't threatening yet more of the understanding side. Miles relaxed his tense body and looked Prowler in the eyes. He couldn't tell if Prowler genuinely cared for what Miles was thinking. It was almost as if their Spider-Sense synchronized, without the actual Spider-Sense. Miles bit his lip, still scared but kept his body relaxed. He didn't move; he instead waited for Prowler to make the first move.