Breeding Dylan

31: Judge Almakri

"Ossium seeds. Yes, it is not in the North American diet. No new foods while he is carrying. It looks like a simple allergy, but call me if there are any symptoms developing or if it isn't gone by morning," Dr. Rammat said after looking me over.

It was so strange to see him outside of his office. He had on sweatpants and a t-shirt like he'd been working out. He gave me an allergy pill and had me drink more water while everyone stared at me like I'd drop at any minute.

"We will get him to bed now. I will check him later tonight." Mr. Hamad walked with the doctor on his way out.

"I feel ok." I told the room. Emerson, Kasper, Amir, Lincoln, Tareq, and even one of the house staff was there watching me. It was very uncomfortable being the center of attention.

"I help you get ready for sleep," Tareq said.

He helped me to my feet and walked with me back to the smaller house. He kept his arms around me like I would fall down if he let go. I was the very fragile boy.

"I'm ok, I can walk." I told him when we got out to the courtyard.

"You are pregnant. I will carry if you need me. You have no reason to be proud here. Everyone care for your safeness, my love." Tareq sighed.

"I'm fine. It's so embarrassing. I don't want to cause problems here," I admitted.

The Hamad family had it all together. Everyone was so perfect. I didn't want to be the weird dramatic guy causing problems.

"You? You are my perfect, tiny boy. What problems do you cause? Everyone love you and just want you to be healthy. My baby is never problem. Let people love you, sweet boy." Tareq rubbed my back and kissed my neck.

"Everyone was worried. I shouldn't have tried new stuff." I leaned into his hold.

"You turn very red. You eat strange new food. Of course they worry. The Hamad family take you in as their own, and you are younger than their children. They protect and care for you. Nothing will happen to you here," he explained.

He walked me back to the house and followed me into the bedroom.

"Your pajama is warm enough? You have your cactus here to hug. What else can bring you comfort?" He started looking through my things.

"I'm ok. I need you more than any of that. Maybe they'll let you stay." I yawned.

I went towards the bathroom to shower. Tareq followed me with clean pajamas and underwear.

"Dylan should get ready for bed and it is time for you to head home," Mr. Hamad met us in the hallway. He came and put his hand on my cheek to look at my allergic reaction.

"I help him to get ready and then I go. I worry for him. He carries my child. I can make sure he is well and then I go. Is that ok, sir?" Tareq asked him respectfully.

"I suppose that is fine. You comfort him...  You feel better, little one?" Mr. Hamad offered a kind smile.

"I feel ok, sir, just tired." I yawned again for proof.

I went and took a shower while Tareq stayed with Mr. Hamad. My face felt better afterwards. Maybe the pill had kicked in, but I looked normal by the time I dried myself and brushed my teeth.

I found Tareq sitting on my bed holding squishy cactus and talking to Mr. Hamad and Emerson.

"I need to check you before I go," Tareq said. He stood and came to look me over.

"It looks better. Just an allergy. I have super sensitive skin. I get weird red marks when I touch certain plants or dust. It fades when I wash. Standard white boy problems." I told him.