CRAIG

I wanted to go home and get everything ready for Tweek, but he wouldn't let me leave his side. He is emotionally destroyed. I have never seen him like this. Ever. Tweek has become my ray of sunshine and now he is just in total darkness. He is asleep right now after giving birth to our daughter Christina Tucker. Tweek and I skipped on giving her a middle name. I tear up just remembering how small she was. I'm not going to get into the details because I really don't want to remember. Tweek was screaming in pain because of the contractions. I didn't even think for a second this would be really like him giving birth as a female omega. Male omegas can't even have a baby like female omegas. He refused to take anything for the pain. The doctors put him under to perform the c-section. I just stepped outside of the room while he is sleeping for a little bit. I run my hand through my greasy, sweaty ass hair calling Kyle.

"Hello," greets Kyle.

"Hey, it's Craig," I reply. "I got your number out of Tweek's phone."

"Dude it's 6am," replies Kyle. "You are lucky I even answered."

"I knew you would," I reply. "Look man I need your help. Some shit went down, and we lost the baby." I can hear Kyle gasp.

"What," he cries. "How?" I growl trying to keep my own emotions in check. I want to seriously hurt whoever did this. Jail time doesn't seem to be enough. They fucking murdered our daughter.

"They were a robbery at his parent's shop," I explain. "The door hit Tweek in the stomach and his body couldn't handle the shock of the hit….." I can hear Kyle sniffle.

"Where is Tweek?" he asks. "I know he is hurting. Oh my god…."

"He just went to sleep," I reply. "He's exhausted, depressed…."

"How can I help?" asks Kyle.

"I wanted to have some flowers picked up for Tweek," I reply. "I'm bringing him to my place after we leave here. He's going to need me."

"I can do that," says Kyle. "Don't worry about the money."

"Are you sure?" I inquire.

"Yes," replies Kyle. "This is going to make Tweek feel a little better. I'm sure you already know that though." Kyle sighs like he is trying not to cry. "Do I have permission to go into your room? I won't touch anything."

"Yes," I reply. "I will tell my roommate Eddie to let you in."

"Okay," says Kyle. "When Tweek is feeling up to it please tell him to call or text me. He doesn't even have to talk about what happened. I just want to hear from him." Kyle takes a deep breathe before sniffling. I know he already crying.

"Thanks Kyle," I reply. "Let me know when you are going to the house."

"I will be there no later than noon," he replies. Jesus Christ, he is not playing around.

"I appreciate this, thank you," I reply.

"You're welcome," says Kyle. "Craig I'm really sorry for your lost….."

"Thanks, later," I reply ending the call before I get choked up. I call my job telling them I won't be in for a week because of what happened. They are understanding. I'm glad they didn't ask a lot of questions. What the fuck. So much for my first week in my new position but this is fucking important. Now to call Eddie.

"What…." He drones into the phone. I can tell he is still sleep. He sounds like his face is still in the pillow.

"You can go back to sleep after this," I reply. "I need you to be up by 10 to let Kyle in the house."

"Huh?" he questions. "What's going on?" I sigh not wanting to speak on these events again.

"I'll explain later," I reply. "Just let him in okay."

"Okay…" says Eddie sounding more awake. "I'm surprised to be hearing from you at this time. I thought you worked tonight?"

"Again, I'll explain later, promise," I reply. "I have to go."

"Right," says Eddie before ending the call. I sigh wishing more than anything I could smoke. I gather myself heading back to the room. I'm not even hungry, and I should be at this point. I stare at Tweek sleeping, face etched in stress. I place my wrist scent gland into the side of his neck rubbing lightly. His face relaxes slightly. The nurse comes in taking Tweeks vitals. I growl lowly because she is disturbing his rest. Lucky for me Tweek is out of it still sleeping. The doctor declares him okay with us checking out at 6pm.

"I don't ever want to come back here!" snaps Tweek as I get into the truck. I had to help him. It has been advised he doesn't do any heavy lifting for the next week. He will see his doctor in another month to see how he healing. I get into the truck understanding. I have no desire to come back here.

"You don't have to," I reply taking off. "Did you want to go see your parents?"

"No," he mutters looking out the window. He wraps his arms around himself as if his coat isn't keeping him warm. His mom was in the room with us after he had Christina. His dad came to visit her but didn't stay too long as he was so emotional. The rest of the drive is quiet as Tweek is clearly not in a talking mood. I know he hasn't spoken to Token, Clyde or David about this. I decide I will tell them. I don't think Tweek has the strength to do it. Shit I barely have the strength to do it. We arrive to the house in what feels like the longest drive ever. I help Tweek out causing him to whimper.

"You okay?" I ask.

"No, I'm not okay!" he yells. I scent his embarrassment mixing in with his grief. "Sorry Craig, sorry." Tweek covers his face as he is ashamed. I expect him to be hurt, angry, and everything but happiness. We lost a child. I guide Tweek into the house with my arm around his waist. We head straight upstairs to my room. I know Eddie is in his room. He has to work early tomorrow morning. I open the room door cutting on the light. Tweek gasps as I stare in shock. Kyle….

He purchased 6 balloons. One says get well soon while the other says I love you. The other four are just regular balloons complimenting the other two. The balloons with the phrases on them have shiny foil color with the letters being a pretty royal blue matching the room. There is a basket with baked goods in it from what I see. A vase with a huge ass floral arrangement. I am seriously wondering how did they get all the flowers in there. The colors have coral, oranges, and yellows in it. The green leaves just add to the brightness making the arrangement stand out more. That shit looks so expensive. I know Kyle had to spend a grip on it. Tweek walks over smelling the flowers. "Craig this is beautiful."

"Thanks, but I had some help," I admit. Tweek eyes steady into the basket of baked goods as his hands trace over the basket.

"Kyle," he replies. "I recognize his banana bread." Tweek sighs looking over his shoulder. I know he is very thankful that Kyle did this. He is still just drained. "I'm going to shower."

"I need to as well," I reply. "Is it okay if I join you?"

"Please," says Tweek pulling his shirt over his head. I can't help but notice the little pooch that remains behind where he was carrying our daughter. Seeing the c-section scar he will have for the rest of his life is a reminder that our daughter isn't here. I get choked up turning away. His c-section cut is still healing. Tweek has it covered up as it can't get wet for a few days. I don't need Tweek to see me almost crying like this. We remove our cloths putting them in the dirty clothes bin. I can't wait to get into my bed and cuddle myself into Tweek. I need that connection so bad. My mind is buzzing with all the things we need to do. I begin to wash Tweek body as he is struggling. His hands keep shaking with his head jerking.

"It's going to be okay Tweekers," I say softly before scenting his neck. I already know he is about to start crying. This time I can't even stop my own tears. I hug Tweek from behind burying my face into the shoulder I have bitten one too many times. Tweek pulls away from me turning to face me. He hugs me as we both cry. We finish washing up, but it was a struggle. We were in the shower so long our hands turn to prunes. We dry off before climbing into bed. Tweek curls into my side as I hug him close as I can to my body. Our scent increases letting me know we are both feeling comforted by this. We fall asleep soon as the sense of calm comes over us both.

I awake sometime later seeing it is dark outside. What time is it? I grab my phone seeing it is 2am. I am use to being up at this time so this not unusual for me. Tweek is still sleep. I growl lowly scenting his exposed neck softly before getting out of bed. I walk around to his side of the bed grabbing the baked goods. I'm going to put this down in the kitchen. I open my room door closing it quietly not to disturb Tweek. Eddie door opens with him peering out. I wave at him although I really don't feel like talking. I head downstairs but I can hear him behind me.

"Hey man," he says. "How you holding up? Um Kyle briefly told me what happened."

"I'm alright," I reply setting the baked good on the table. I sit down in a chair. "I can't bear to explain what happened again. I'm going to see Tweek's parents as soon as I can. I want that asshole charged with murder."

"Fuck," says Eddie. "How could someone be so heartless man." He sits down beside me.

"Christina was so beautiful," I say slowly. "Her life was stolen away."

"You know the gender?" asks Eddie in shock.

"We found out when Tweek gave birth," I say with my voice cracking. I sniffle before taking some deep breathes. I run my hands over my face fighting not to cry from the anger of this even happening.

"Damn….." says Eddie. "I mean look at this as a second chance." My head snaps towards him. He better not mean what I think he does. My alpha stirs inside of me. A low snarl releases from my throat.

"What do you mean?" I ask with my voice dropping. Eddie begins to look nervous. I can scent his discomfort.

"Like I mean you and Tweek have a chance to do things over a sense," he explains. "Enjoy your relationship, no bonding, kid free…" I growl jumping from my chair before I can register what I am doing.

"Christina was not a mistake!" I bark at him. Eddie scrambles out of the chair which is a mistake on his part. My alpha feels like he trying to challenge us. I growl snatching him up by his shirt slamming him against the wall. Eddie cries out in pain as I lean in sneering lowly. "You are never to speak ill of our daughter. Do you understand me…"

"Yes!" cries Eddie. He submits but I'm still glaring at him. Once my alpha is calm, I release him backing away slowly. Eddie is on the floor sniffling.

"I'm sorry," I reply. "Tweek and I may have not wanted children, but we wanted our daughter. We loved her. She is from our blood, our love." I growl lowly turning my face away from him. "Check yourself before you mention her or Tweek in any negative context."

"I fucking got it," says Eddie standing up fixing his shirt. He finally makes eye contact with me. I can tell I hurt his feelings. "You might want to start looking for a new roommate."

"I got one," I reply. "Tweek." I walk away from him because my alpha is ready to fight. We lost our daughter and here Eddie is being an insensitive asshole. I close the door to my room seeing Tweek is awake. "Hey…"

"What did he do?" asks Tweek scenting I'm upset. He slowly sits up. My eyes trace his frame wishing I could mate him. I have to make sure his body is healed first though.

"I handled it," I reply walking over sitting on the side of the bed. "You feeling better?"

"A little," he mutters. "I couldn't sleep without you here."

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "You can lay back down, I'm here now."

"It's okay," he replies. "I'm up."

"Hungry?" I inquire.

"Yeah," he replies.

"Let's get you something to eat," I reply. I go to stand up, but he grabs my hand.

"You never told me what he did," he says lowly. I sigh.

"He said some shit I didn't like about Christina," I explain. "My inner alpha wasn't feeling that shit. I almost beat his ass." Tweek face turns serious as he nods his head in agreement with my decision. I lean in scenting him pleased that he loved me protecting our child. "We need to get our own place."

"I agree," he replies. "My lease isn't up until August." I squeeze his hand.

"We will figure it out," I reply. I stand up with Tweek climbing out of bed. "Babe, you can rest."

"I don't want to be alone," he states walking to the draw grabbing his sleeping clothes. He puts them on quickly sighing. "What do you feel like eating?"

"Nothing too extra," I reply. "I really just want to throw something in the oven."

"I want a hamburger," he replies opening the door. "I can fix the burgers while the air fryer takes care of the fries."

"Good idea," I agree as we head downstairs to prepare our meal.