We Can Return

1)Three unknown

POV 3 OS

Three strangers with similar fates met in a place none of them ever imagined they would find themselves. The silence in the waiting room of the Omega OBGYN clinic was occasionally broken by the quiet sobs of one of the three present. The nurse informed them that the doctor had been called away to an unexpected case and that they would have to wait for some time. So, they waited and waited.

KRIST POV

I observed my surroundings. There were three of us in the waiting room, and it seemed we were of similar age. Perhaps our situation is more common than I had thought. The boy before me was visibly upset and crying. His hair was short and tousled, a bit messy from running his hands through it in distress. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, with tears streaming down his cheeks. He was wearing a light blue shirt with a small logo on the chest, paired with dark jeans. The doctor's office had a calm, neutral decor with light-colored walls and a few medical posters. The boy's shoulders were slumped, and he clutched a tissue in his hand, trying to wipe away the tears.

I felt incredibly sorry for him. I sat down next to him and patted him on the back to calm him down a bit.

"Hey, little one, is everything okay? Can I do something for you?" The boy didn't answer but looked at me with his swollen eyes. I felt sorry for him. "I assume we're all here for the same reason. Don't worry, we'll get through this somehow."

"I don't know what to do," he said in a cracked voice, which made it clear this wasn't his first wave of tears.

"Do you want to talk about it? We have to wait anyway."

"I don't know what to do," he repeated, accompanied by a new waterfall of tears. "I don't know if I can handle it. I'm alone."

That's when I realized he was in the same situation as me, but before I could ask, the third person spoke up.

"You're not marked," came a voice from the corner. For the first time, I took a good look at the third person present. Even while sitting, it was clear he was of short stature, no more than 160 cm. His face looked very young and delicate, but at the moment it bore an expression completely incongruous with his body. His dark brown eyes were narrowed in anger, as if he wanted to stab someone with his gaze, but not us; he was very angry at someone. He had short to medium-length hair styled in a sporty way and was dressed in ordinary jeans and a white shirt with a sun on the chest.

I sighed a little. Our society already has enough prejudices against all Omegas, and an unmarked pregnant Omega is considered a disgrace. But let's be honest, I'm in exactly the same situation.

"I'm not marked either," I admitted something I had been denying to myself.

"Really, and what are you going to do now?" the waterfall of tears asked me.

"If I keep it, I can never go home again. I don't want to do it, but I don't think I have any other choice." I sighed and reflexively ran my fingers through my hair.

"I... I want to keep it, but I'm alone, I have no one, and I'm so scared, so very scared." I hugged him, and he began to speak. He lives alone without parents, was in a long-term relationship, and last week he found out he was expecting. On the day he was supposed to meet his partner and share the news that made his life the best day in the world, it turned into the worst day in the world. That day, his partner's engagement to a politician's daughter was officially announced. The worst part was that it had been arranged for a long time, and his partner had never mentioned it to him. Then the waterfall of tears made sense—why he was never introduced to his partner's parents, why they never had dates in public places, and why they had to act like just friends in public. When he called his partner for an explanation, he was told he was making a big deal out of it. That he could have a wife and still maintain a relationship with him. That he only saw him as a friend with benefits and never considered him as anything more. This phone call broke the waterfall of tears' heart.