HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

Trust

I want to trust that everything Alex says is genuine, that he isn't just another egotistical Alpha. I hope he truly wants to be part of this baby's life and that I won't have to struggle to stay off the streets.

I'm currently two and a half weeks into my pregnancy, and life feels unbearable. Every morning, I wake up to a nauseating churn in my stomach and rush to the toilet, only to empty an already barren chamber.

I haven't been sleeping well since talking with Alex three nights ago. His words still linger in my mind, creating a bewildering mess. Every time I close my eyes, I replay our conversation, dissecting every word and tone. The confusion and doubt swirl around in my head, making it impossible to find peace. I'm still uncertain how to react or what to believe.

My thoughts scurry away momentarily as I dry heave into this porcelain pot. My eyes water and I cough amidst my gags, reaching up to the handle and flushing the toilet promptly. The cold tiles press against my knees, stabilizing me as I try to regain my composure. I lean back, resting my head against the wall, and take a shaky breath, feeling the remnants of nausea slowly drift away.

I cringe at the thought of leaving for work in less than an hour, having to be at the same place as Ryan still. The following day that I went back to work after my encounter with him, he looked shocked. Almost as if he thought I wouldn't dare coming back in, and trust me I wouldn't have if I didn't need to, but I have bills to upkeep.

Ryan hasn't spoken a word to me, but if looks could kill, I'd be in a coffin six feet beneath the earth right about now. His eyes blaze with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. Every time I catch his gaze, it's like a dagger piercing through my heart, brimming with unspoken fury and resentment.

I still haven't bothered with reaching out to Alex, not sure of what to say, Maybe he has the same regards, being that I haven't received anything from him either.

I get up from the bathroom floor and walk out the doorway into my living area, feeling the chilly tiles give way to the warmth of the carpet. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. I flop down on the couch, sinking into the cushions, and let out a deep sigh. The silence of the room envelops me, providing a momentary respite from the chaos inside my head.

My phone dings and I perk up on the couch, reaching for my phone.

I read the notification, it's Alex reaching out to me on the app Lifeline. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. My heart skips a beat as I open the message, curious and a bit anxious about what Alex has to say. The app's familiar interface pops up, and I see Alex's profile picture next to a brief message. It's been a couple of days since we last spoke, and I can't help but wonder what prompted him to reach out now. The anticipation builds as I tap on the notification to read the full message.

Alex: "How are you doing today Jasper? Wanted to check in on you."

I hesitate with replying, but ignore my initial instinct and begin tapping the screen with my thumbs.

Jasper: "I'm doing alright, having morning sickness has been rough, and I haven't been sleeping all too well," I reply back to him.

Alex: "I'm sorry, that doesn't sound like a pleasant time, is there anything I can get for you? Or anything I can do to help?"

Jasper: "Unfortunately no, I think I'm just going to ride it out, but thanks for the concern."

Alex: "Okay no problem, just making sure."