TWEEK
A FEW DAYS LATER
Craig is sitting in the doctor's office bouncing his left leg. I put my hand on his knee. I'm sure everything is going to be okay. They took blood earlier in the week but called him in for the results. They must have found something since they didn't want to talk over the phone. I don't blame him for being nervous. I am too. I am doing the best I can to keep from twitching. The doctor finally walks into the room.
"Hi Craig," he greets. "How are you?"
"Ready to lose my mind," he replies. "You got bad news for me doc?" Leave it to him to be unprofessional.
"Depends," he replies. "Is it okay for me to speak in front of this young man?" I know he is referring me.
"Yes, Doctor Harrington," replies Craig. "This is my mate Tweek Tweak." He nods his head smiling at me with a light wave.
"What you are experiencing is a rare case," he explains. "You are partially bonded." My face falls. I can hear Craig's breathing change. I shake my head trying to rid myself of the shock. It doesn't work.
"What!" I exclaim.
"How!?" questions Craig. "I didn't bite him! I was so fucking careful."
"I understand how this can be shocking," replies his doctor. "From what I gather you must have bitten a part of the bonding area. Your mate must have been willing to bond in that moment for this to happen. It's why this is a rare case. Not to overstep my bounds but I can visually see a bite mark on his shoulder very close to his neck." All I can do is think back to when I didn't have my collar on. Son of bitch.
"What does this mean….." I mutter.
"I suggest you complete the bonding," he replies. "Craig with you being an alpha you will be able to continue to bond to as many omegas as you like. For your mate, they won't be able to mate anyone else at this point in time. The inner omega already feels connected to your alpha. It will reject anyone else as the his mating partner." On instinct I begin crying. Just the thought of my option, my choice of an alpha is gone. I cover my face sobbing. What the fuck. "I'm terribly sorry for the news. It is no one fault. Accidents happen."
"We didn't want to bond so young," explains Craig. "It's so final for Tweek." I don't take offense to what Craig is saying. I know he would never bond another omega. I sniffle quietly realizing there is this eerie calm to him. He's not angry like I thought he would be.
"Be sure to pay attention to each other's needs," he explains. "With the bonding not being complete your inner beings will try to connect. Such as the mating incident you described during your initial visit."
"Is that what that happened?" asks Craig.
"Indeed," replies Dr. Harrington. "The decision is up to you and your mate on when you want to bond. Before you consider this option, I did want to point out I noticed you haven't had your rut in over 3 months."
"Is that bad?" asks Craig. "I have seen online some people only have 2 or 4 ruts a year."
"According to your chart you have solidly had your rut 4 times a year," he explains. I scent the doctor become nervous. "The only time I see this is if the bonded omega is pregnant." Excuse me!? "Partially bonded in your case. I'm not saying that your mate is, but it is a 99% chance. If this is the case I would recommend not bonding until after the baby is born." This can't be happening…..this can't be happening! I can't hold it in. I quickly run to a trashcan vomiting. Craig runs over scenting the side of my neck with his wrist as I bend over continuing to throw up. "Let me get him some water and mouthwash. I will be right back." The doctor rushes out the room.
"Tweekers…" he says sadly.
"It can't be true!" I exclaim. "Why is this happening to us!" I heave for a moment before throwing up. All I can think is how Craig didn't want to be bonded. We don't want kids. Now we have to deal with the possibility of both. I can't handle it. What if he hates me! What if he thinks I did this purpose!
"Calm down babe," he replies calmly. "You're getting worked up." He begins to rub my back in a loving manner. I whimper finally calming down. He doesn't seem upset by the news. Maybe….maybe this isn't so bad. The doctor comes back into the room handing me the mouthwash.
"I know this was a lot of information at once," he replies.
"My mate and I did have an incident," explain Craig. "He took the plan B pill to avoid being pregnant."
"The plan B pill can be successful," replies Dr. Harrington. "It depends on if your omega, beta or alpha. There is also the factor that alphas release a lot of sperm making the success rate for plan B with an alpha even less." I whine lowly because the nurse didn't mention that to me. Like how they could not tell me this. "I do suggest you make an appointment to confirm the pregnancy. You would want to confirm if it is a litter soon as possible." Oh god a litter! "If there is anything else I can do please let me know. You can take a moment if need be before leaving." Craig nods as the doctor walks out. I begin rinsing my mouth out in the sink that is in the room. I don't even want to drink the water. I just want to go home and lay down. I feel so emotionally drained.
"Come on," says Craig wrapping his arms around me leading us both out of the office. I know he is trying to comfort me but I'm not feeling it at the moment. We get to his truck with us both just sitting there. The air so silent. So tense. "Should we be making an appointment?"
"What appointment?" I inquire. "With my doctor to confirm the pregnancy?"
"No, to term the pregnancy," he replies. "We both stated how we don't want kids." I am in disbelief but shake my head.
"I don't know…" I reply fighting not to twitch.
"What do you mean you don't know?" asks Craig with his voice rising a little. "You said you don't want kids."
"And I don't!" I shout at him. I am not liking what I am scenting from him. "I need to know how far along I am."
"I think you are pretty far along," states Craig. "It's been what? A little over two months since the incident." Craig calls the condom accident just an incident. He hates talking about or even remembering it. Well can't ignore it now. "Besides, your belly is starting to poke out." I immediately look down at my stomach. It is flat for the most part, but the bottom is rounding out. It's not even soft but a little firm to the touch.
"Are you calling me fat!" I exclaim. I have never had a belly. My stomach has always been flat. I just assumed I was bloated.
"What difference does it make if we terminate the pregnancy?" asks Craig. "And you're far from fat."
"It's a person, a little person," I say lowly touching my lower tummy softly. This is the first time I touch my lower belly knowing we created life. May have been on accident but it is still an innocent baby in here. Craig rolls his eyes starting up the truck. That ticks me off. He shouldn't be ignoring my feelings. "Don't do that," I say sternly.
"Miss me with the bullshit," snaps Craig. "You literally gave me hell. Had me take you to the clinic and now it's oh it a little person."
"Plan B is to stop the conception you asshole!" I exclaim balling up my fist. "Take me to Kyle's."
"Kyle's?" he asks. "Why are you going there?"
"I need someone to talk to," I explain.
"Talk to me I'm your mate!" he exclaims.
"Craig!" I exclaim. "I am trying to talk to you. You are ignoring my feelings. Just stop it…" I start sniffling trying not to cry. I feel so overwhelmed. Half bonded, pregnant, all of this at 21 years old. That thought makes the tears fall quicker.
"Please don't cry," says Craig softly. He sounds emotional causing me to calm down a little. God I must look terrible right now. "I'm just frustrated okay."
"You aren't the only one frustrated," I sniffle. "You are the one who forgot to put the damn condom on. Now you are making me feel like the bad guy."
"I'm not!" he exclaims. "You don't see me blaming you for not wearing your fucking collar." I shift nervously because that is my fault. "I'm going based off the fact it was agreed we weren't going to have kids. I didn't think terminating the pregnancy would be such a big deal." I cross my legs looking out the window. I can't really be mad at him. It is something we agreed on, but it feels different now that I'm actually pregnant. I notice that Craig is not taking me to Kyle's.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"To my room so we can talk properly," replies Craig. Oh, now he wants to talk. The rest of the drive is silent. I get out the truck with Craig's help. I didn't need it, but I can feel that he felt the need to help me. We walk into the small townhome. I can hear Eddie blasting music from his room. We head upstairs closing the room door. I remove my shoes sitting on the side of the bed that I sleep on. "What are you thinking?"
"That this is all crazy," I reply. "I'm surprised you're not freaking out over the half bonded thing." Craig sighs running his hand through his hair.
"I don't mind bonding to you," he replies. "I mean I already view you as my mate, like my mate for life."
"You do?" I ask in surprise. Craig nods his head as I reminded what Kyle said to me previously. He was right.
"I tried ignoring it for months," he explains blushing. "Then I finally realized why am I am fighting this. I love you. I want to be bonded to you. I trust you with well everything. You allow me to be who I am. It makes me love you more." I begin to flush as he grabs my hand. "We are only 21 years old. You have a year and a half of school left. Like this is not the time for us to be having children."
"I couldn't agree more," I reply. "Can we at least go to the doctor first?"
"You're not going to change your mind," states Craig. "I see you keeping the baby or babies. Damn I hope it's not a litter." Deep down I know Craig is right. I am probably not going to change my mind. Craig glances at me. "I'm really nervous about this Tweekers." I can see the fear in his eyes for the first time. "I…..I just wanted to be…..better." What does he mean better? Craig for an alpha who liked to not be held down is a good alpha. He has his own car, he is working. I know he would never admit it, but I feel like he is always trying to be a good man.
"Craig, you are great the way you are," I say softly with a smile coming to my face. I take his face into my hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself…please." I can scent Craig is comforted by my words. "If I am pregnant with a litter, I have no doubt in my mind we handle it," I reply squeezing his hand. "You're an amazing alpha." Craig growls lowly before leaning in scenting the side of my neck. I know he is not 100% on board with this but I feel much better knowing he will be in my corner no matter what.