Hey peeps,
After the long wait..... (Some of you must be tired that I take a month long break to proceeded... So again and again my Apologies....)
Here is a sneak peak from chapter Fourteen. Only 700+ words to go though. I'm not sure how you all will feel about this chapter but I think the chapter will be a roller coaster ride of emotion and little madness from Tony and the end will be... Shocking... I hope you don't hate Tony for that...
I stop my ranting and here we go.
For the life of mine I can't point my reason as to why I'm trapped in here. A reality check didn't help when I'd agreed to come to the clinic with Ellen. After the staggering breakfast with my cousin and my boyfriend/ fiancé/ mate's mother I wanted to breathe a lungful of fresh air that didn't contain Gabriel's scent fussed in it. I wanted a time-out... no desperately needed it after my mild panic attack and somehow stupidly agreed to take up Ellen offer to go out for a walk.
Had I know her plan was to bring me to a doctor's clinic I would be locked myself in the basement or just vanished and got transported to La-La land with the help of my imaginary faerie power bestowed by my personal faerie godmother. Now I wish to had one. I want to be Cinderella with bat and balls who loves to ride down Hershey Highway.
Really! Hershey Highway...
Sheesh... What's wrong with me?
My eyes are trained on the view outside the window, having the Gold-Gate Bridge immersed in mist of clouds. The mood is so dark and somber. I think San Francisco empathizes with me. My city and I talk the same language.
Sitting here quietly and waiting for the urine test result, I'm only delaying the inevitable. I need to voice out my opinion about my pregnancy. Abortion is the only word banging in my head right now.
Don't get me wrong but I'm a Homo sapiens no-boob-watch-but-dick-suck-erensis. And how many times they get their tunnel plowed, they don't get trimesters syndrome caused by magical wolfie baby batter getting baked in the manly oven.
God! Gabriel would have laughed his ass off hearing my whiny inner monologue.
That culprit!
I take a deep breath and tune myself back to Dr. Lockleys and Ellen's chit-chat. Dr. Lockleys probably one of the nicest women I have ever met-early sixties, a little bit of age spread on her face and gray blonde bob. She has all the time in the world for you... as explained by Ellen on our way to the clinic.
I clear my throat uncomfortable, prompting both the ladies to look at my way. And I can't help the feeling of heat rise up my neck and swathe my cheeks at their attention. I really need to grow some ball...but even so having a pair hadn't helped me much lately. "Have you got the results, yet?" My voice is nervous and tad impatient.
Dr. Lockleys looks concerned. "Are you okay? You look a bit green."
That's because my stomach is in knots. I don't enlighten her with that and bark out an awkward laugh on a mild shake of my head. "I'm a man you know..."... who is pregnant and with other loads of shit spiralling down my life, so looking green is quiet natural or healthy per se.
"And you won't be the first man to be..." She gives me a genuine smile.
My wry smile slips of my lips as I lean forward. "Ho..how many are there...like me?" I swipe my gaze at Ellen for conformation when she nods I look back at the doctor.
"Several to be precise..." She makes a show of thinking and pulled out a file from a drawer of her desk. Opening the file, she flips though some pages. "Ah! To be precise, we have twenty male Omegas like you."
"Twenty!" I choke out in shock.
Dr. Lockleys nods and turns the file towards me and taps lightly. My eyes find the page. My half poached brain takes notice of some pie diagrams, images of a two naked man with swollen tummy and some Georgian font scribbling text.
I fight to recover and hear Ellen uncharitable soft voice. "There is nothing abnormal about it, darling." I feel her hand clasp my shoulder.
"Though, abnormal for humans." Dr. Lockleys interjects in a matter-of fact tone. "I've seen many cases like this and there is nothing to worry about. Pregnancy always completes its full term and both the mother and the pup are healthy after the birth."
Mother! My mind gives a mental girly shriek that almost hurts my eardrum. My wide eyes fly up and dart around the room. I can't look at them. This is too much... Too fucking much. I try and focus on the doctor. She goes on with the torturous revelation, "...most of the pregnancy is like any normal pregnancy. You will have mood swings, nauseous, food craving and lethargy. But unlike human you might feel the urge to nest. Scent your surrounds. There would be an urge to stay close to you mate..."
Lethargy... Maybe
Food Craving... Don't know.
Mood Swings... Check.
Nausea... Double check.
Dr. Lockleys smiles again, almost burning my stunned, shocked, panic-stricken eyes. "And after you complete the full term. You will be a proud mother."
Back up. Hold on. Full stop. Right there.
"Mother!" I squeak. Literally squeak. My hair starting to dampen at my temples from a stressed sweat.
I sometimes feel I've portrayed Tony's character to be little over dramatic... and sometimes extremely stupid. (Not because of how he is reacting above). When the chapter ends you might agree with me
And if my readers would like, I would love to discuss about my approach and your take on this.
