Timothee woke up with a sense of regret in the pit of his stomach.

He looked to his left, the still asleep Armie completely unaware of his inner turmoil that was nearly tearing him apart. The note from the calendar was stashed away in his jewelry bag, a small velvet bag that held his few necklaces and bracelets, an occasional ring, and now a small folded up post it note.

"I can literally hear you thinking please go back to sleep I'm tireeeeddd." Timothée smiled at Armie, leaning down to kiss his sunny hair. The clock read 8:47.

"You're meeting Elizabeth in an hour, you gotta get up and take a shower. C'mon, I'll make you something while you clean up." He tried to step out of the bed and Armie's arms, but one of those lovely arms snaked around his waist and and a warm face pressed against his belly.

"But morning cuddles Timmy!" Armie sounded like a petulant child, not wanting his favorite toy to leave his sight for a moment.

"You can have cuddles after you're clean and fed. You don't want to make Elizabeth mad do you?" He received a grumbled 'No' in return. Timothée extracted himself from Armie and padded to the dresser, eyeing his flimsy shirts and bright sweaters. He slid into a green oversized tee and eyed the velvet jewelry bag. He slammed the drawer with a bang, jumping when Armie's arms slid around his waist, the man's head resting on his shoulder.

"Are you feeling okay? You smell kinda…" He felt him sniff his curls, "different. Well different from what you normally smell like." Timothée shook his head and removed the muscular arms, leaving the bedroom and bounding to the kitchen. He looked in the fridge, trying to think about the shopping he would have to do today to keep his mind off being pregnant and other scary things that made him want to vom-

"Eggs. We have eggs and more bacon I'll make eggs and bacon and now I'm talking to myself wow I'm turning into a crazy person." Timothée slammed his palms on the counter, trying to concentrate on the sound of the shower running upstairs and not the shitty science project happening in his stomach. He stood up straight and took a deep breath, moving slowly through the kitchen to make them some breakfast.

Armie looked in the mirror, running the tower through his hair and face, effectively drying him off and giving him sex hair. His hands moved around the counter for his toothbrush, picking up the small stand up calendar to see if it had fallen behind it. Damn, he didn't see it there either. He looked at the calendar, eyeing the week with a red mark through it. A nagging feeling went through his mind, was he forgetting something?

He shrugged and set down the calendar, walking back into the bedroom and putting on a black track suit, his second only to his red track suit, and bounding to the kitchen. Timmy had made eggs and bacon, god yes a fresh pot of coffee this was why he loved Timmy, and Armie dug in.

"So what're you gonna do while I'm gone? Have a slumber party with, uh I don't know, Saorise? Maybe tell each other some weird stories and marathon some pretentious movie?"

"Oh ha ha very funny. Actually," Armie perked up, Timmy like never made plans, " I think I'm gonna go to the doctor today, ask them some Omega stuff, nothing you should worry about."

"What Omega stuff? Are you sick, is there something wrong? I can cancel with Elizabeth if you need me there. Hold on I'll go tell her you need me-"

"No No Armie it's fine I'm not dying. Please, go hang out with Elizabeth and her cute kids, I'll be fine." Armie gave him a searching look, trying to search Timmy's face for any sign of uncertainty or maybe pain. He sighed, "You call me when you leave that office, I wanna knows you're okay. Deal?"

"Deal." Timothee stood and walked to Armie, kissing him on the cheek. Armie looked at his watch and cursed, the clock read 9:34. He stood, kissed Timmy on the forehead, a quick 'I love you' and raced to the door, running to his car and speeding to meet Elizabeth at the Hammer Museum for the day.

Timothee waits until he could no longer hear Armie's car, then rushed back upstairs, grabbing his phone and calling the doctors office.

"Hello, How may I help you today?"

"Hi, I'd like the earliest appointment I can get to meet with my usual doctor, My name is Timothée, two e's, Chalamet. I just need to ask her a few questions."

"Okay Timothée, I can book you in for a 10:30, is that good for you?"

"Yes Yes that's perfect."

"Okay 10:30 with Dr. Navera. Thank you have a nice day."

"Thanks you too."

He hung up, slumping onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Its was probably too early to see if he was pregnant, but he had to try. He cleaned up the kitchen and threw on his normal outside disguise, a hat and shades, a jacket with a tall collar with hair tied back. He didn't take a car, the building was only ten minutes away, and he really needed the fresh air.

He arrived at 10:25, walked in and was immediately directed to an empty waiting room. His leg shook against the leg of the chair, the worst feeling in his stomach. He took out his phone and looked at his wallpaper, it was him and Armie back in Crema, it was a incognito photo by Luca, he had claimed that they looked to cute not to capture. They had were laying in the grass, Timothée resting his head on Armie's chest as his hand ran through his curls. The sun reflected beautifully off the grass and everything was perfect. It was perfection in one picture.

The door opened and in walked a doctor Timothee had never seen before.

"Hello Tim, Unfortunately Dr. Navera had to leave unexpectedly so I will help you today. I'm Dr. Pine." She was a hard faced women, her eyebrows drawn together in a hard line. She held herself a head taller than Timothée and he could smell that she was an Alpha. The main reason he kept Dr. Navera was because she was an Omega and tended to not judge or speculate and questions he had.

"It's great to me-"

"Let's get to to business. Why are you here today Tim, I'm a busy women I don't have all day."

He cleared his throat, "Well, I've had my heat for the past week and I forgot to take my birth control pills and I just wanted to know how to go forward with this." He looked at her and drew back, the anger and outright disgust in her eyes was frightening.

"Does your Alpha know you're here? Do you even have one? Disgusting…." She walked towards Timothée and broke every rule in the the office. She gripped his curls and used her strength to slam his head into his shoulder, her eyes gazing at the red marks on his neck. She let go of his hair and rubbed her hand on her coat.

"Luckily you're not like those other whores who walk in, necks bare and legs open. Unfortunately, an Alpha like myself isn't allowed to work with Omega patients on pregnancy related matters, so I'll send you to the maternity building to see a different doctor. Now get out." She held out a yellow slip between her red painted nails, and he hesitantly left the room glad to be away from that dreadful Alpha. He could feel her eyes on him as he left and it made him feel dirty.

He looked around, finally finding the maternity building and getting into a waiting room.

"Now why are you here Timothée?" An Omega doctor walked in, her dark colored skin making her bright white smile only brighter. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her ears were adorned with turquoise jewels. She was shorter than himself, maybe 5'4, but he felt small sitting in front of her.

"I went into heat and didn't take my birth control, I wanted to know if I was pregnant." She nodded and went to work, taking his height and weight, asking other mandatory questions about his lifestyle.

"Well, the only thing I can do is ask you to pee in this." He nodded and took the cup, striding to the bathroom to fill it up and return with haste. She took it with a smile, telling him that he would get the results tonight by phone call. He smiled and left, shaking out his limbs.

He took off the upper portion of his disguise, taking off his hat and shades. He looked down the street, deciding to head to his favorite frozen yogurt place to calm his nerves. He put in his headphones, drowning out his surroundings in Kendrick Lamar, making him unaware of the clicking off the paparazzi camera at his back.

He closed the door with a sigh, checking his phone for the time.

5:17.

Armie would be back soon, and the doctors office still hadn't called. Timothée walked into the bedroom and changed out of his clothes, taking off his jewelry and putting it in the velvet bag, leaving it on the dresser to put away later. He stole Armie's grey sweats and threw on a baggy shirt, perfect cooking attire.

He decided on chicken with a honey balsamic glaze, with some red potatoes. He started peeling the potatoes, looking to the door when he heard Armie come in.

"In here babe!" A moment passed before he felt his favorite arms slid around his waist and a nose sniff the his hair.

"You didn't call me after the doctors office, I was worried you know."

"It was fine, nothing exciting. Sit down, I'm making chicken and potatoes. It'll take about forty minutes so you can bum around till it's done." He felt Armie move away and heard him sit on one of the bar stools around the counter. He turned around, looking at Armie as he took out his phone, probably scrolling through his emails or something. He frowned with Armie's face turned hard and pinched, his eyes widening in disbelief at something on his phone.

"Something wrong dude?" Armie looked up and gave the fakest smile on earth.

"Nope, just some weird email. Hey, I'm gonna go change I'll be right back."

Timothée watched as Armie ran up the stairs, eyebrow raised in question, though he shrugged it off and kept cooking. He felt for his phone, but cursed as he realized he left it upstairs charging.

"Dinner's ready!"

Armie came downstairs, face tight mouth in a hard line. He didn't sit, instead standing by his seat, staring at Timothée.

"Where were you today. And don't lie to me." Timothée stood up, voice shaky.

"I told you, I was at the doctors office-"

"What were you doing there?"

"Armie what's gong on?"

"How long were you going to keep it from me? Till you thought I deserved to know?"

"Armie I don't know what you're talking about…" His voice turned quite when Armie held out his phone, the page open to a TMZ article, the headline reading a sentence that made Timothée want to flee and cry.

Armie Hammer's elusive omega Timothée Chalamet spotted leaving the Maternity Ward early this morning with a smile on his face. Could this be the beginning to an addition to the Hammer-Chalamet household?

The phone clattered to the ground and tears pooled in his eyes. He looked up at Armie's angry eyes and didn't know what to say. He wanted to cave in on himself and hide from the world.

Armie had spent all day thinking about Timmy, hoping he was okay and not sick or anything. He loved playing with Elizabeth's children, Harper and Ford were too adorable for words. But Elizabeth could see how strung up he was. He left them earlier than normal, wanting to spend time with Timmy. As he drove back he wondered why he was so desperate to be back to him, something inside of him wanting to be near him. He shrugged it off and pulled into the driveway, stepping out and into the house, his nerves calming when he heard Timmy's voice.

He wound his arms around Timmy's narrow waist, breathing in his sweet and fruity smell. He practically preened at the aroma, wanting to bath in it for some unknown reason. He could feel himself harden slightly in his pants, though didn't make Timmy aware of that. He nodded when he was told dinner would be a while and sat on the barstool, pulling out his phone. He quirked an eyebrow when he saw a message with an attachment from Elizabeth.

'Have you seen this?'

He opened the web link and his eyes bulged out as he looked at the article describing Timmy leaving the maternity ward, not wanting to believe the words on his phone. He looked up when Timmy spoke, trying to keep his cool and not blowing up before he knew everything.

Armie went upstairs, looking at the dresser mirror and running his hands through his hair, stopping when he looked like a madman. He sat his hand on the dresser and pulled it back when he saw Timmy's jewelry bag. He knew his omega was possessive of the jewelry he called his. He picked it up, looking to take out the gold ring he loved to take from Timmy.

His eyebrows creased when he pulled out a post it note, unfolding it and feeling a pit of anger in his stomach.

"At first I didn't want to believe it, I mean it's just a gossip rag, but then I found this…" He held up the note from the calendar, the reminder from Armie.

"You tried to hide it from me, you didn't want me to remember that you needed your birth control. Am I hitting the target, am I close?"

Timothée hung his head, hair working as a curtain to hide his shame. He tried his best to get his words together.

"I was going to tell you… but I was scared… I'm sorry Alpha…" Tears fell down his face and sobs racked up in his chest. He let out a desperate wail, hating that he had caused such disappointment in his mate. He hiccuped when he felt Armie's track suit clad arms wrap around his waist and crush him to his chest. Armie's hand ran through his hair, trying to sooth his frayed nerves.

"I want you to trust me Timmy, we're mates second, friends first. I want you to be able to tell me anything, even something that scares you. I can't help you if you don't tell me."

He nodded his head into the chest, tears soaking into the black material.

"I'm waiting for the doctor to call back. I don't even know if I am. And I'm so fucking scared Armie." He hugged him closer as his heart beat out of his chest. He hated this feeling, wishing it would go away.

"Why are you scared Timmy?"

"I'm too young to have children, what if I'm a bad parent and they grow up terrible or something, and what about you? You're an actor and you travel so much now you'll be tied down with a kid and with me-"

A hand gripped Timothée's chin and he was forced to look up.

"I'm not tied down to you Timmy, shit I love you and if anything, you're tied down to me. And I plan to take you everywhere I go and even if you are pregnant then all us will go. When can make this work Timmy, and besides," He went to his knees to put his face in Timmy's stomach, "I've always wondered what you'd look like pregnant, and I bet pregnant sex is the best."

Timothée giggled and allowed Armie to press his face into his stomach. He nodded to himself, they could do it together, they could get through this by each other's side. Armie was the most supportive Alpha on the planet, and would stick with him wether he was pregnant or not. His hand moved to run through Armie's hair, fingers griping the golden locks in a tight grip.

The ringing of Timothee's phone rang through the house and brought the two of them back to reality. Timothée bolted up the stairs with Armie on his tail. He made it to the bedroom and picked up his phone on the last ring.