When Eren returned to his room Armin wasn't there. He gathered he was still with Erwin, doing whatever they did in their time together. Eren barely stayed in the room, just headed in to change his clothes to simple jeans and a t-shirt before leaving it again. He wandered around the facility he had access to, trying to convince himself that there was no one other than Levi he could mate with. The whole pregnancy was a constant worry in the back of his mind and he was sort of hoping that he didn't get pregnant in his first heat but that would just mean he had to mate with Levi again. He already disliked the guy and he had only known him a few minutes and next time they meet they would be fucking. Plus, having his child. What would he even do with the baby?
He slipped into a room labelled with 'common room' when he saw Marco sitting at a table alone. Maybe he could talk it out with him. Surely he would have some tips for bonding or pregnancy. He approached Marco, slipping into the chair opposite him. Marco glanced up, an irritable look on his face but when he saw it was Eren it melted into a smile.
"Hey, Eren," Marco said, placing his book down on the table.
"Hey," Eren replied, shifting until he was comfortable in the chair.
"No Jean?" Marco huffed at Eren's words and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Like I need that asshole around me acting like he loves me." He spat. The anger pheromones spiked, making Eren feel a bit taken.
"Doesn't sound like you two are in a good place right now." Eren laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Marco just gave him a tight-lipped smile.
"You don't know the half of it." He turned back to pick up his book and slipped a bookmark in between the pages, "So what are you doing out here?"
"You know, exploring and stuff. They didn't really give me a tour." Eren explained, glancing over his shoulder at the Omegas sitting around the room. There was about five in total; three of them in a little circle talking excitedly while the other two sat alone engrossed in a book. It seemed the common room wasn't very occupied at this time. Eren made a mental note for future uses.
"So how's the baby?" Eren asked, hoping to ease some of Marco's anger pheromones that were making it very unpleasant to be in the room.
"They're going to be born with a dick for a father at this point," Marco muttered, tucking some of his hair behind his ear.
"How many in the litter?"
"Just three."
"Ah, that's good. You'll be able to leave after then I'm guessing." Marco gave up on his angry face to look at Eren with confusion.
"Uh…no. Three pregnancies that birth children are needed before you can leave. Which means I have to mate with that fucker again." Marco explained, one of his hand lowering to caress the skin of his swollen stomach. Eren ran a hand through his thick hair and cursed under his breath. God damn it.
The fell into silence for a good six minutes before Marco spoke again.
"Look at him. That dick." Marco grumbled. Eren glanced over his shoulder to see Jean entering the room, a smug smile plastered on his face. Eren turned back to look at Marco, who was tapping the table in frustration.
"He'll want to apologise to me. Ugh." Marco complained.
"Well reject it then. You don't need him." Eren stated, all up for supporting Marco to get rid of that ugly looking prick. Not that he could anyway, they were mated for life.
"Sometimes I wish I could punch him." Marco sighed, "But that would be bad for the babies."
"Do it afterwards," Eren suggested earning an approving hum from the pregnant Omega. Jean was getting closer to them before a tall blond Omega snagged his arm. He was a little of the muscular side but despite that he had a very prominent baby bump. The blond Omega had a firm grasp on Jean's arm, tight enough for his skin to starting turning red.
"Jean, you fucker," He growled.
"Never mind, Reiner will take care of him for me." Marco grinned, folding his arm over his chest, "This is going to be good."
"What? What's going to happen?" Eren asked, glancing back between the smug looking Marco and the angry looking Jean. Marco just shushed him.
"Look, Reiner, I was forced and you know that. I didn't have a choice." Jean defended himself, ripping his arm out of Reiner's death grip.
"You have your own mate and yet you pull moves on mine! Is one not enough for you, freak?!" Reiner yelled. Jean stumbled back, clearly hurt before he replaced it with anger. His upper lip curled up as he bared his teeth.
"Maybe you should get Bertolt to explain the situation you blond mother fucker!" Jean said, pushing Reiner. A quiet gasp came from some of the Omegas as Reiner stumbled back, arms reaching down to protect his stomach.
"You're a fucking half-breed that no one likes! I feel sorry for Marco that's saddled with you. Someone that's not good enough to be an Omega or an Alpha." Reiner sneered. Small tears welled up in Jean's eyes as he glanced back at Marco who averted his eyes. Jean growled before pulling his arm back and taking a full swing at Reiner's jaw. The room went eerily silent, all watching Reiner who was clutching his jaw tenderly and looking stunned. The silence continued until Marco slammed his hands on the table and pushed himself, quite slowly, to his feet.
"Who the fuck punches someone pregnant, let alone while they themselves are pregnant?" Marco yelled, "Sometimes I wish I never mated you." Marco stormed out, tears running down his cheek as he muttered angrily.
"Marco, wait!" Jean exclaimed, chasing down Marco. The two disappeared down the hall, leaving the rest of the Omegas in silence apart from Reiner's small sobs.
