A Kid Called Camomile {MxB} (M-preg)

Prologue

It was a cold day, being the end of October. Camomile shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, his small stature slumping down in a chair in the nurse's office, dreading his name getting called. Today was the day he would know if he is an omega, a beta, or an alpha. He hoped he'd be an alpha, but he was scared because he's not the ideal alpha body type with his slim, pale body and short height at 5'4".  He twiddles his thumbs as he waits for his name to be called, anxious. "Camomile Vernon." The nurse calls, her voice sweet but strong. Camomile stands, following the nurse into her small observation room. "So, Mr. Vernon, I have your test results here, and, they show that you are an omega. Congratulations." The nurse smiles, holding her clipboard to her chest. "Do you have any questions regarding your results, Mr. Vernon?" She asks. Camomile looks up, tears welled up. "No, miss. Thank you." he chokes out, wringing his hands. The nurse nods her head and holds the door to the room open. Camomile thanks her again before walking into the office, and then out into the hall, the tears streaming freely down his face as he heads outside to his old, beat-up pickup truck that he saved up all summer for. He opens the driver's side door, hopping in and closing the door again before resting his arms on the steering wheel, and resting his forehead there as he cried and cried, for, what seemed to him like hours, but was only a few short minutes.

The drive home for Derik has always been a peaceful one. But today wasn't. He had a bad day. The CEO of one of his company's business partnerings had decided to withdraw from the contract.  To say he was upset would be an understatement. He had slammed his fist on his desk, his jaw pulled tight as he gritted his teeth and his arm muscles bulged under his expensive suit jacket. His height and stature intimidated most ordinary people, but this business partner didn't even flinch. He had just smirked and ripped up his contract, sashaying his way out of Derik's office. Derik knew right away that he would be in his office all night, trying to fix the void that his business partner had caused to open up in his company's finances. Derik pulled his tie loose and sighed, pouring himself a small glass of rum as his limo driver drove across the bridge that led the way out of the city. He tossed it back, rubbing his face in frustration. He was not, under any circumstances, going to let his partner get away with his money. He had power and he would use it in every way possible to make that man pay for his mistake.

Re-written as of 10/26/19