Be My Escape (Phan)

Maybe I Can Make an Exception

A/N: I had semi automatic by twenty one pilots on repeat when I was writing this jfc

Warnings: cussing and omega racism? Idk
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(Phil's POV)
Three weeks before Evelyn's birth.

I knew about the breeding camps. Everyone did, but it still fully surprised me when I got the call.

Ring ring.
"Hello?"

"Hello alpha Phil."

I paused for a moment, thoroughly confused. "Who is this?"

"Oh! Forgive me. This is the commanding alpha from breeding camp #9." He explained.

"Okay..."

"We noticed in the alpha registry that you are twenty-one and still not bonded. I would like to propose a deal for you. Interested?"

Was I?
"I'm listening."

"I figured as much," The commander chuckled. "What we are going to do is choose an omega whose genes would go well with yours, and surgically insert your seed. No interaction between you two needed. The process is very simple on your end; all you need to do is get some of your seed into a container with a lid. then you call us, and we send someone to pick it up."

I sat there for a moment, thinking.
The idea didn't completely appall me; it'd be the whole mating process without having to go through the "social interaction" part...

My thoughts were cut off by the commander speaking once again. "Did I mention that you get to take the baby home, then?"

This was the final stepping stone in my decision making process.
"I'm in."
***
Two weeks before Evelyn's birth.
I decided that since I would soon have a baby, I had better call my parents and tell them the news.

Dialing the home phone number, I tapped my foot nervously.
I really hoped they weren't busy, or at work.

My parents were completely hooked on the idea that everyone had drilled into their heads; Omegas were useless. Even my mother, who was an omega, believed this.

What was so wrong with omegas? They were people too.

After five rings, my dad's voice filled the line.

"Hello?"

"Hi dad!"

"Hello Philip," he said.

"Okay so, I've got some really big news!" I giggled excitedly. "Can you go get mom and put the phone on speaker? It's important."

He grunted in response and yelled my mother's name, along with a quieter "Phil's done something again!"

A few moments of shuffling from their end and unintelligible whispers pass before my mom's voice cuts through it.

"Hello Phil, dear! You said there was something important?"

Smiling from ear to ear, I told them all about the phone call from a week ago.

"And the baby will be born in two weeks! Can you believe it?"

The other line was so silent that I thought I'd accidentally hung up on them.

Finally, my dad's voice spoke up. "It's about time. Now we alphas have no need for touching a useless omega."

My mother hums in agreement.

"Well that isn't exactly why I-"

"Phil No! This is groundbreaking!" she exclaims. "Now none of my descendants need to associate with an... omega."