Omega Virus

Second Chances

"Please baby wait!" Professor X says, holding Y close and crying. "I promise, yesterday, it wasn't what you think. Can we please talk in my office?"

"Screw you." Y says, his voice sounding weak and his eyes looking void of life. He's in a daze, barely registering the Professor before him.

"Fine. Look!" Professor X rips open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Y blinks at the heavy bruising on his left side. "I opened the door last night, because I thought it was a delivery from you." He sighs, feeling Y no longer resisting his embrace. "As soon as I opened the door and he moved the flowers, I tried to shut it, honest. He forced his way inside."

"What I heard, it was, a fight?" Y asks, the Professor nodding and steering him toward the office. Y nearly falls over, heavy sobs wracking his body. "And I just left you alone with him!"

"Oh baby." Professor X winces, scooping him up and striding quickly into the office. "It's okay. You didn't know." He sits on the couch, holding Y on his lap and terrified to let him go. What if he doesn't believe him? What if, he really leaves him? "I'm sorry. I didn't see your text until later, much later."

"X, did he..." Y trembles, unable to look the Professor in the eyes. "I walked away. I was so, hurt. But you were... and I just walked away!"

"Shhh, it's alright. I won't lie to you baby, he tried." Professor X says, closing his eyes. "I thought of you and, I fought him off. I made it into the bedroom and hit the alarm. Police were at my door in just under two minutes. I spent the night at the police station filling out paperwork, filing charges and, having my photos taken. That's why I didn't see your text sooner. I'm so sorry you misunderstood things and were hurt. Baby, I'm so sorry. Y, I love you. I love you so much, the thought of losing you scares the hell outta me." He's crying, his forehead pressed against Y's shoulder.

"I love you too." Y says, straddling him to hold him closer. "Is, he in jail?"

"Mn, with a long list of charges against him." Professor X smirks. "Violating a restraining order, forced entry, assault and battery, attempted sexual assault. He won't be getting out anytime soon." Y nods, biting his lip as he looks into the Professor's teary eyes. "Oh, there was something you wanted to talk about last night? What was it?" He asks, trying to wipe his tears.

"Uhm. I'm not sure now is the best time." Y says, Professor X frowning at him. "I went to see you last night, to tell you..." He takes a deep breath, looking down at his stomach and hoping he's not about to be dumped. "... X, I'm, pregnant."

"What?" Professor X asks, Y placing a hand over his stomach and looking expectantly at him. "Pregnant? But, you were so adamant about getting the morning after pill." He says confused.

"I bought it." Y says, blushing and chuckling softly. "I set it on the nightstand and took a shower. I forgot to take the damn pill! I, was to excited to get back to you." He purses his lips, watching the Professor look at his stomach and slowly begin to smile. "So, we're four weeks and six days pregnant. X, say something. Please?"

"Move in with me." Professor X says, Y blinking at him in shock. "How am I suppose to take care of you and, our baby, from across the city? Baby, move in with me. I know marriage is a big step and we haven't known each other long. Besides, I don't want you to think I marry you because I knocked you up. Eventually, I'll propose. But for now, let's live together. You can pick one of the spare rooms for the nursery." He talks in a nervous rush, Y crying and smiling at him. "You know I have the room. You should quit. Omegas are more delicate during pregnancy than women are. Let me take care of you, both. My babies." He caresses Y's cheeks and kisses him tenderly. "I have excellent security. Move in with me?"

"You mean it? You, really want us?" Y asks, feeling the Professors heart racing.

"Absolutely. I absolutely want you baby. Babies." Professor X smiles, tears still slipping down his cheeks. But these tears, aren't tears of despair. "Baby, don't make me beg." He pouts, Y laughing through his own tears of joy grabbing his face. "Say you'll move in with me. Give me a chance, give us a chance. Let us, be a family." He says, looking down at Y's stomach and reaching a trembling hand to rub it gently.