I don't know what's wrong with the word counter? It's screwing me up -_-

Going to make this A.N. short. Good, right? no one talks to me, so i feel like talking to you...even though it feels like talking to a wall sometimes, i know some reviewers listen. :)


16 weeks

Sebastian sat in the waiting room of a small office, away from the other men coming to the clinic to get checked on new or past injuries sustained on their jobs. He hadn't been able to attend an earlier appointment time, so the only other time they could fit him in was during a slow hour. Still, with one or two others in the waiting room, the staff was under strict orders from Jim to keep him out of sight.

Sebastian sighed. He hadn't seen Jim in the two weeks since the (was it a fight?) that they had. He still had no idea why Jim had left. He admitted he has been a little too high maintenance and Jim may have left to get some undisturbed sleep, but that was whole fucking two weeks ago. He hadn't heard or seen him since. He constantly had to force himself to not care about where Jim was or what he was doing every moment and it made him anxious; God, he craved a cigarette.

Sebastian saw the nurse beckoning him to follow her and he cautiously got up, gripping the edge of the chair as the room started to spin. He waved the nurse away when she started to walk over and clutched his lower back. He saw her scribble a note on the clipboard she had in her hand, and walked close to Sebastian as she led him down the hall, making sure she could assist him if he felt faint.

When she opened the door, he saw that the doctor was already sitting at a small desk in the corner of the room. Sebastian made his way the examination table as the nurse gave his doctor his clipboard and left the room.

"Hello, Sebastian. How are you today?"

"Rick, I'm fine."

He never noticed when they had reached first name based acquaintance/friendship. Maybe the connecting factor was the child. He seemed really excited to be able to experience the fetus to child road alongside him. Too bad Sebastian wasn't feeling the same.

"Okay, I see that the nurse has written me a note that you are experiencing some dizziness."

"Yeah, mostly when I stand up though. Nothing major. Worst is being off balance."

"Alright, and how has your morning sickness been?"

"It has completely subsided. Though, I do occasionally feel nauseous with certain foods or smells."

His pen continued to fly over the paper as he spoke. "That is totally normal, and will most likely continue throughout the pregnancy. Other symptoms?" he asked, not looking up at him.

Sebastian tried to go over the last month of symptoms over in his head. He moved one hand from the table to his stomach when he felt a gas bubble pass his mid-section.

"My hormones have been more controlled lately. Constant hunger, cravings, backache, constant gas bubbles," he said as he felt another one pass.

The doctor clicked off his pen when he was finished writing and looked at Sebastian.

"Alright. These are normal symptoms for someone your term. Just remember that you need to take in extra calories in a smart way. Don't overdo it. You may start to look bigger than most pregnant omegas, but that is only because men tend to look larger since their hips are thinner. Eat healthy and go by that list I have you. Alright!" he said with way more excitement than Sebastian felt. "Now we're going to see what the little one looks like inside."

Sebastian nodded and laid down. He lifted up his shirt and allowed the clear gel to be squeezed over his abdomen before the doctor started to spread it around with the remote. He was able to find his child more quickly this time. Sebastian noticed how the fetus looked more...human; way more developed than last time. You could actually tell it looked like a baby.

The doctor moved the remote over a certain spot and Sebastian felt another microscopic rumble. The doctor smiled at Sebastian and saw him lift his head and grimace.

"Sorry, I told you I constantly had gas.."

The doctor laughed at him. It made Sebastian wish he had his gun. No one laughed at him when they were staring down a barrel. The doctor quickly sobered when he glanced at him, but continued to smile.

"Sebastian, you felt the baby kick. It's still small and weak, but it definitely moved. It's common for first timers to mistake movements for gas."

Sebastian let the words sink in for a second before letting out a small chuckle of his own. He rubbed his stomach gently, being careful of the gel.

"And I've been contributing you as gas all this time," he said softly to his stomach. He laid his head back on the table and rubbed his hand over his face, feeling the scar under his fingertips. He really wished that Jim was here. Maybe if Jim actually saw what was going on in the moment instead of having a still photo, it would enable him to at least connect more with the child that was partially his.

A loud WHOOSH WHOOSH filled the room. Sebastian looked up again at the doctor who was again smiling at the screen.

"It's your child's heartbeat," he said in a way if explanation. Sebastian gave a curt nod showing he understood. He had better control over his emotions now. Even if there was a little part of him that wanted to be emotional, his sniper pride wouldn't allow it.

"Would you like to try to learn the sex?"

Sebastian thought about it for a second. "Not today. Next time."

The doctor nodded in agreement. He shut off the ultrasound device and gave Sebastian a towel.
Sebastian wiped down his stomach before sitting up and looking at the doctor.

"Um..." he said, clearing his throat. "Is there any way we can keep this between us?" he said, waving his hand between the space separating them. "I don't really want Jim to know, yet."

The portly man frowned at Sebastian. "You know what you're asking me to do can most likely get me in trouble. I wish I could, but if Jim asks, I have to show him."

"Can you at least hold off on telling him? We kind of...had a disagreement and aren't on good terms at the moment. I think I need to talk to Jim to get some shit settled."

The doctor sighed but nodded. "Just, make sure you're not too stressed. It can potentially be harmful to the child."
Sebastian smiled, "Do you think an association with Jim is nothing if not stressful in itself?"
The doctor's frown deepened.

He sighed. "I'll take your word to heart if it makes you feel better." He gently got off the table, waving away the doctors helping hand. What the hell was wrong with the staff in this clinic? Just because he is pregnant did not mean he's fucking infirm.

He walked out the office and made his way to a convenient pharmacy down the street. He picked up a prescription for a few prenatal vitamins (that seemed like the size of his head compared to the contraception pills he'd taken before; another punishment for fucking up by bringing a child into it. And why the hell were there so many?! If only they were useful to sell. Darn shame) and decided he felt good enough to walk the rest of the way back to the flat.
He had barely made it to the end of the block before he was stopped by a black car pulling up beside him. The dark tinted window rolled down by his side and he leaned in, craning his neck to see if Jim was inside. Instead, it was that annoying temp. replacement.

"Jim sent me to take you home. He was pretty pissed when you didn't get a car. Pretty sure your causing someone to lose a finger or two over this," he said nonchalantly.

"Piss off. And that goes for Jim too. If he really cared, he would have come to pick me up himself. I'm walking and you can go screw yourself!"

He leaned up too quickly and saw spots in front of his eyes. He shut them tightly and took deep breaths, concentrating in not throwing up as he felt his vertigo shift. He felt like he was spinning; his damn body! What the hell was wrong with him now? He couldn't stand feeling weak. For fuck's sake, he was a military man!

He felt a hand catch him as he stumbled and was escorted into the back of the car. He angrily shook it off (what the hell was wrong with everyone trying to touch him! He was really getting fed up with them) and kept his eyes closed as he was laid back on the seats.

"Really, I don't have this shit written in my clause. Babysitter to the baby carrier? I'm a fucking sniper!" he heard Tyler grumble under his breath as he sat in the driver's seat. Sebastian let his voice drift into nothing more than white noise as he felt the car hum into life and was driven home.

He didn't know how long it was before he felt hands sitting him up and helping him out of the car. He still kept his eyes close; though his nausea had lessen greatly, he didn't trust his eyes and was grateful to the man he dearly hated with a passion when he felt his bed touch his back. He gently settled into it quickly and rapidly descended into sleep before the temp (it was best and shortest nickname he could come up with) had even enough time to leave the flat.


Next time, Sebastian confronts Jim and he's not taking any crap! BAMF!Seb! :)