His Omega of Domination

twelve

his reality to...
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Ivan sat on his bed, his hands shaking some as he questioned how real this was.

Was he really back?

Was Luka back to being three years old and was he really with his Jeremiah? He wanted to see Jeremiah so badly that it left him feeling anxious.

He wanted to continuously see that it was the Jeremiah who loved him unconditionally. It almost didn't feel real...like he should even have the right to have him back in the first place.

Ever since he's woken up, he felt like something was off still. Like both of their parents had something to say, but were choosing to not say it.

No one was really saying anything to him, but Jeremiah. Even if he was now back in his reality, he still felt an impending doom. He still felt like despite being well...there was a consequence coming. Not just upon himself, but Jeremiah too.

"Ivan!"

Ivan looked up quickly, seeing Jeremiah rush into their bedroom. When they made eye contact he immediately wanted to hold onto him. Reaching for him without any shame, Jeremiah rushed over as he brought him into his embrace.

The both of them hugged tightly, Ivan even more tighter than Jeremiah.

"I missed you," Ivan breathes, holding on tighter when Jeremiah was about to pull back, "I was stressed."

"Why? Were you afraid you'd hurt yourself? Didn't you call for aid? If you want, we can go back to the hospital and I'll go on leave again-."

"No, please!" Ivan whimpered, shaking his head as Jeremiah became saddened by the pain in his voice. "I just want to keep seeing you and making sure you're still here. I feel like you're going to be torn away from me at some point in time."

"Ivan that will never happen." Jeremiah was able to pull back some as he looked into Ivan's eyes.

He saw how panicked they were and how pale he was. His hands were shaking slightly and he kept his eye heavily set upon him.

It broke his heart seeing him this way, cradling his face.

"Ivan...talk to me. There's something else. If you don't want to tell me, that's okay; but I think it'd be best for you if you did. You don't look too good... I told you, you should've stayed in the hospital-."

"I feel sick." Ivan chokes, gripping onto Jeremiah tighter as he wanted to just mold into one with him. "I feel like I should've died, yet I am happy I didn't. You don't understand...how shitty I feel. I feel like you will eventually realize how much better you can do than me and leave. And I will understand, but at the same time, I'll lose it. I'm losing it right now because I was such a bitch to you, and you still love me, somehow."

Ivan looked within his eyes, seeing Jeremiah's eyes watering. He flinched when he suddenly saw his eyes glaring at him and saw the Jeremiah from the other reality.

The hatred that seethed for him, he forcibly felt his hands removed from off of him. Jeremiah sitting up as he looks away.

"Don't waste your breath." Jeremiah sneers.

Except when Ivan blinked he saw his Jeremiah, eyes soft on him and tears close to slipping. He was still close and just from that alone, he felt sick again.

"I love you Ivan, I would never leave you, ever." Jeremiah promised.

"I'm sorry..." Ivan cried, and he saw the same Jeremiah again.

The Jeremiah who hated him, he yanked away again. Looking at him like he was the scum of the earth, disgusted by his words.

"You're only sorry because you're now getting your way. You wouldn't have ever apologized if I hadn't told you that's all I needed. So...fuck that." He sneers once again as he began to get up and walk away.