“While Omegas have a higher chance of getting pregnant during their heats, it is possible to conceive at any time. Alphas have a better chance at doing the job, but Betas and male Omegas can still get a female Omega pregnant.”
I know all of this. Yet, not for a moment did I think it could happen to me.
Pregnant. I’m having a baby?
“Lexi?” Dr. Herrera asks.
“Huh?” I blink away the fog. I think I’m in shock.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“I think you’re in shock,” she says.Yeah, just what I was thinking. “It’s okay to feel this way. It’s big news. Is there anything I can do to help you process? Is this something you were trying for, or is it a surprise?”
Her voice becomes warped as the ringing in my ears starts to intensify. Every breath becomes a struggle until I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“Lexi. Breathe. Just breathe. In and out. Do you want me to call Emmett?”
“No!” I shout, panicked eyes shooting up to hers. “No. Don’t call him.”
“Okay, okay, I won’t.” She looks worried. I hate that I’m freaking her out, but I’m freaking myself out.
I want Emmett so badly right now, but I can’t tell him. Not when I, myself, have no idea how to feel about this.
I’ve never thought about having kids. It was never something I really wanted. Not that I don’t like kids, I love them. Sometimes I help out at the elementary school when they do events.
It’s just not something I ever thought of for myself.
This world is so messed up. Monsters lurk outside Widows Peak. I could keep this baby safe for sure, but one day they would grow up. What if they wanted to leave town, see the world?
So many bad things could happen. And what if they become an Omega?
A sob lodges in my throat, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“If this isn’t something you want, we do have other options.”
“Other options?” I frown.
“If you’re not ready for a baby, you have every right to terminate your pregnancy. Or adoption is also a choice.”
“What?” I croak. “No.” I shake my head. I might be spiralling right now, but there is no way in hell I’ll be ending my pregnancy. This baby is part me, part Emmett. It would destroy him. And the thought of someone else raising my baby, not knowing if they would be taken care of, if they’re being treated well? “I’m keeping this baby.” I start to hyperventilate. “It’s mine. My baby.”
“Lexi, I’m going to need you to calm down, or I’ll have to call either Silva or Emmett.”
“No,” I say angrily, wiping at my tears. “Don’t call them. I’m fine.” I take in a few deep breaths, willing myself to keep my shit together until I get home. “What do I do next?”
She looks worried but answers my question. “We can book you for an ultrasound. We’re not sure exactly how far along you are because conception would have happened at any point between now and two months ago when you had your heat.” She knows I wasn’t sexually active before that. I told her as much when I came to see her after my heat to make sure everything was alright with me.
“Your hormone levels are reading high, meaning there’s a good chance you conceived during your heat. Again, we won’t know until we do an ultrasound.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Okay. I’ll book one when Emmett gets back.”
“Lexi, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” I laugh awkwardly, knowing damn well I’m not. “I’m fine. Just in shock. I’m pregnant.” My laugh comes off slightly manic. “A baby. Who doesn’t love babies?” Getting off the bed, I grab my bag. “I, um, I gotta go. But thank you forletting me know. Glad I’m not dying,” I badly joke. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Lexi!” she calls after me, but I’m throwing the door open and racing out of the clinic.
