The Stray Omega

Infertile

Scott waited outside the door to the bathroom, his shoulders against the wall as he picked at the cuticles beside his nails. The door opened and he stumbled to his feet, facing the opening as Mitch stepped out, a small test in his hands. He fixed Mitch's boxers since the Omega didn't put them on right and grabbed his hand.

"What does it say?"

"I'm still waiting." Mitch sighed sadly. "This is the sixth test we've taken. All the others were negative.  What if I'm infertile?" Mitch looked up at Scott with glossy eyes.

Scott let out a small gasp. "Give me your hand."

"Why?" Mitch held out his hand and Scott grabbed it, giving the back of it a smack. "Ow... "

"Don't you talk like that, Mitch. You can't be infertile."

Mitch rubbed his hand with his fingers and pouted. "I know you want me to carry your pups, but what if I can't? I'm serious, Alpha."

Scott sat on the bed and put his face in his hands. "I don't know, Mitch. I just... I don't know." Scott whispered, tears filling his eyes. Mitch walked over to the bed and sniffled, crawling onto Alpha's lap and hugging him tightly. He stared at the test in his hands, waiting for the results to come up as Scott cuddled into his neck. 

"Is it there yet?" Scott mumbled, lifting his face from Mitch's neck and wiping his eyes. 

"Negative..." Mitch took in a deep breath and walked over to the trash bin by the door and dumped the test inside of it. "Alpha... I'm going to go finish my h-homework." Mitch stuttered before running out of the room and down the hall to his own. 

Scott watched him leave and took in a deep breath while struggling to keep back his tears. He heard his phone ringing so he went to the bedside to grab it. 

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"I don't know why he isn't getting pregnant... He can't be infertile, he told me about what happened in the Shelter when he was 16... I can't go into detail, it's his privacy and if he wants, he will tell you... Can that even happen?" 

Mitch leaned against Scott's bedroom door, listening in on his phone conversation with his legs tucked to his chest and tiny tear streaks running down his cheeks. 

"It's his second year... He's aiming for four if he can... No, we're having a meeting about our next positions in the war soon... He knows that I'll be called in one second or another. We've both been preparing for it... Well, I should go, I need to start dinner for us..." 

Mitch got off the floor and picked up the book he had beside him, knocking on the door gently. Scott soon opened it and he straightened himself out. "Will you help me with my history homework?" 

Scott used two fingers to wipe away Mitch's tear streaks and leaned down to kiss him gently. "of course, Omega. What would you like for dinner first?" 

"Sandwiches and chips?" Scott nodded and made his way past Mitch to go to the kitchen. Mitch went to the dinner table and sorted out his notes and homework before patiently waiting for Scott to finish with dinner.

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"And this one?" 

"Nineteen... forty-five?" Mitch said hopefully. 

"Correct." Scott smiled as Mitch's cheeks turned red as he praised. "Now, with this one, just match up the dates with the events and the next one you just fill in the blanks. This is a lot like high school work, just a bit harder." 

"Only the online projects are hard compared to these paper ones." Mitch did the work pretty fast and tucked it into his history book before pushing it away. "Thank you for helping me, Alpha." 

Mitch kissed Scott's cheek and stood up from the dinner table. Before he could leave, Scott grabbed his arm. 

"Mitch, do you want to have a movie night?" 

"I have class tomorrow." 

"It's alright, I'll let you have some coffee in the morning. I want to help you feel better about what happened earlier. Or we can do it tomorrow right after you get home, I can take you on a proper date." 

Mitch blushed and he fiddled with the ring on his finger. "I'd love that, Alpha. Tomorrow night it is." He skipped forward and kissed Scott on the lips. "Good night." 

"I'll come and tuck you in in a moment." 

Mitch grinned again and hurried back upstairs. Scott took his time cleaning the table and then went to Mitch's room, opening the door to see the Omega already passed out on the bed. Luckily he had already changed into his pajamas. Scott tucked Mitch under his fluffy duvet and kissed him on the cheek. He plugged in the Christmas lights he had hung up around the room that Mitch loved having on before leaving the room and closing the door halfway.  

He peeked in to make sure Mitch was asleep before going to his own room. He bent down next to the bin and grabbed the pregnancy test, staring at the single line on the small screen. He threw the test back into the bin in anger and laid on the bed. He stared up at the blank ceiling before turning over and falling asleep. 

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