Waking up, I sit up. I look so fat. I already have a pudge. This baby is gonna ruin my life. I've been out of school for two months now. Reggie comes every day to drop off and pick up my missed work. He doesn't ask why I'm not at school or why I'm getting fat. He's a good friend. I should probably tell him before the wedding. I don't like the idea of keeping things from him. Haven't heard from Drop since that awful day. He said that he would take care of me, but he doesn't even show up. I want a hug from him, but I'm scared of him touching me. I need to figure out these conflicting thoughts. My mom walks in, "You said that you had a craving for pancakes? Right? I made them extra fluffy for you. I don't think you should eat sweets when your having morning sickness, but I know that you don't listen, so I brought up some syrup for you..."
I take the tray from her, "Thank you mom. I'll finish my homework then come downstairs to help fold laundry." I have to learn to be a good omega. Cooking, cleaning, overall housewife chores. I need to learn how to be a good wife for Drop. That asshole is probably flirting with other omegas. He did this to me and won't even come near me now. I can't believe him. He's all talk. Finishing my food, I crawl on the floor over to my backpack. Get this shit done and get used to doing chores for the rest of my life. Writing out essay after essay, I eventually finish and walk downstairs, "Mom! I'm done with my homework!"
"That's wonderful sweetheart. Someone is here to see you." Is it Reggie? I come around the corner to find Drop in the kitchen cooking something. Huh? I thought only women and omegas could cook. He turns around and put's the finishing touch on two plates of chicken and rice. What is he doing? "Honey, he wanted to have dinner with you... Don't worry, as long as you stay downstairs I can supervise."
Drop hands me a bouquet of roses, "For you. I made you something to eat. Can we have dinner together? I'll go if you want me to..." What do I do? He might touch me again. I like the flowers though. Nice touch to a romantic meal. Wait... is he trying to get romantic with me? He puts his hand on the small of my back, "Let's eat. I've been waiting for you to be done with your work for a while, so I made a chocolate cake for you. Your favorite right?" He's shaking... and his hand is cold. I sit down at the table next to him. What do I do now? Using a towel, he pushes my plate closer to me, "Eat up. Then we can talk about our wedding and the baby." I just want to sleep. Now I have to deal with my rapist sitting right next to me.
I start to eat, "I can't cook like this." Drop tilts his head to the side. How do I explain my incompetence of an omega I am to him? "I can make mac'n cheese, tacos, and frozen food. That's it. If we are to get married that will be your diet... Sorry. I'll try to be a better omega." Now he shoving the food into his mouth like a slob. When I get my confidence up I'll have to work on him.
"I'll cook then. As long as you are there when I wake up and are home by the time I get home then I'm fine with whatever you choose." He what? But I am an omega. I need to be a stay at home mom... a good wife... to honor my family I need to be a good omega! Why does he want me to dishonor my family? I just want to be a good girl. The problem is that I'm a boy and I suck on everything!
Tears run down my face, "No! I must be a good omega!" Drop tries to touch my hand but I pull away. He just doesn't get it. When I'm upset I don't like to be touched by the person that is making me upset! His hands pull me in for a hug. I don't want this, but he smells comforting... so, so comforting. I collapse into his arms. This can't be happening! He strokes my hair, kissing my forehead every once in a while. "I'm the one who is supposed to take care of the family! I'm the one who is supposed to take care of the house! How the hell am I supposed to make sure your well-fed after you come home from fucking other omegas if you are the one cooking?"
