Untitled For Now [Charles/Erik, Alpha/Omega]
anonymous
March 31 2015, 20:20:32 UTC
I'll give this a try. Though some details differ from the prompt, I hope you still like it. ------------------
It's only when Charles was worshipping the porcelain god for the fourth time that day, and for a record week straight, did he allow himself to consider the possibility that he might be pregnant. His nausea, the sudden dislike of some of his favorite foods, the tenderness in his chest... The realization wrung helpless sobs out of him, and he wondered how he was going to live through this. If he kept it (and he was going to), he knew he was completely on his own. He'd made sure of that himself.
After half an hour more of loud and breathless sobbing, Charles got up and flushed the toilet, heading to the sink to wash his mouth and brush his teeth again. His gums were probably going to bleed at this rate. Charles walked to the phone in his living room and dialed Hank's number.
"Hello?"
"Hank," Charles sat on the couch and clutched the phone to his ear hard.
"Charles. How are you?" Hank's voice was warm and safe, and it made things difficult for Charles.
"Uh, Hank. I need to get checked f-for something urgently. Could I come by the clinic tomorrow? Let me be your last appointment. I don't want anyone to find out, not even Raven."
He could hear the sound of clicking in the silence that followed as he nervously waited. "Alright, I'm free after 3:30. I'll tell Raven to leave ahead of me and you can come around four if you want to avoid her completely. How's that?"
Oh, God. Charles could feel new tears collecting in his eyes. "Um, um. Yes. Yes. That would be great, Hank. Thank you. I needed someone I could trust."
"Of course, Charles. I'm always there for you."
Charles hung up and mindlessly brushed the fresh tears. He took a deep breath and released. He went back to his office and tried to continue writing his book, but his thoughts kept taking him back to that night, which he did not remember much of. Only that it'd been the death anniversary of Erik's mother and he'd come over with a bottle of scotch as he'd always done every year. He and Erik had an unusual relationship, especially strange between an unmated omega and alpha, lost between intimacy and distance.
But something was different about that night, from what Charles could remember before the drink dulled his senses.
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It's only when Charles was worshipping the porcelain god for the fourth time that day, and for a record week straight, did he allow himself to consider the possibility that he might be pregnant. His nausea, the sudden dislike of some of his favorite foods, the tenderness in his chest... The realization wrung helpless sobs out of him, and he wondered how he was going to live through this. If he kept it (and he was going to), he knew he was completely on his own. He'd made sure of that himself.
After half an hour more of loud and breathless sobbing, Charles got up and flushed the toilet, heading to the sink to wash his mouth and brush his teeth again. His gums were probably going to bleed at this rate. Charles walked to the phone in his living room and dialed Hank's number.
"Hello?"
"Hank," Charles sat on the couch and clutched the phone to his ear hard.
"Charles. How are you?" Hank's voice was warm and safe, and it made things difficult for Charles.
"Uh, Hank. I need to get checked f-for something urgently. Could I come by the clinic tomorrow? Let me be your last appointment. I don't want anyone to find out, not even Raven."
He could hear the sound of clicking in the silence that followed as he nervously waited. "Alright, I'm free after 3:30. I'll tell Raven to leave ahead of me and you can come around four if you want to avoid her completely. How's that?"
Oh, God. Charles could feel new tears collecting in his eyes. "Um, um. Yes. Yes. That would be great, Hank. Thank you. I needed someone I could trust."
"Of course, Charles. I'm always there for you."
Charles hung up and mindlessly brushed the fresh tears. He took a deep breath and released. He went back to his office and tried to continue writing his book, but his thoughts kept taking him back to that night, which he did not remember much of. Only that it'd been the death anniversary of Erik's mother and he'd come over with a bottle of scotch as he'd always done every year. He and Erik had an unusual relationship, especially strange between an unmated omega and alpha, lost between intimacy and distance.
But something was different about that night, from what Charles could remember before the drink dulled his senses.
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