Waking up twice throughout the night to puke again wasn’t my intention, but I was glad Reid had slept through it. I wasn’t stupid, but I was willing to be ignorant about the things going on with my body, and explaining it off as being sick was good enough for me. I didn’t need to know for certain that this was, in fact, what I was figuring. I was content to ignore the signs and hope that I was wrong. I didn’t want to face the truth, so I chose not to.

I laid in bed beside Reid until he woke up, lying about how long I had actually been awake. Leaving the bed, when he suggested breakfast. 

“You still look exhausted, Sam.”

“I am.” I laughed lightly while watching Reid cook eggs, toast, and some potatoes. My stomach was fine, until he set it all in front of me, and asked if I wanted bacon alongside. “Sure.” I muttered, smiling tightly. 

He tossed already cooked bacon in the pain, rewarming it, and the scent was horrible. Covering my nose, I gagged. Reid turned the stove off and crossed his arms. “So, did you want to talk about this before or after breakfast?”

“This?” I said, before gagging again, this time way worse. “This is just because I’m under the weather, nothing more.” 

“Are you sure about that?” Reid questioned me, and got closer with the pan of bacon. “From where I am, you look more like someone with the early—--”

“Shut your mouth!” I yelled at him. 

“Samuel, you need not yell at me. I am less than four feet away, and have great hearing.”

“Then stop insinuating that I might be pregnant. It’s rare and I would know, believe me.” I snapped. 

“I’ll drop it right now, but if any of your coworkers come back pregnant, you’re taking a test, Samuel.”

“I’m telling you, I am not. Please get a test and I’ll prove to you I am right.” I muttered, angrily chewing on a piece of toast. 

“Alright. I’ll send for one to be picked up,” he said, and sat down with the food, and sent what I was assuming was a text message before he ate. I sighed, finished my toast and started on the eggs. I knew I wouldn’t be getting out of the pregnancy test anytime soon, all because I opened my mouth and pretty much bet him I wasn’t. 

If I was, in fact, pregnant, it would be far too early for my body to produce enough hormones for the test to show. I could cheat one of those tests, but a blood test, cheating that was nearly impossible. 

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

“I have to run into the hospital. Did you want me to drop you off on the way?”

“What about the test?” I said with a bit of an attitude.

“It can wait. This is a little more important at the moment.” Reid exhaled and went to get dressed. I was thanking whatever person or spirit in that moment that was looking over me. I finished eating and gathered all my things, and met Reid at the front door. 

“We can worry about the test once I get this sorted out,” he said, and opened the door, letting me out first.

 Oak ran over with a bag in his hand, and I turned to glare at Reid.

“The family driver asked me to bring this over. He didn’t tell me what it was, but here,” Oak said, and gave it over to Reid, before he waved to me, and took back off towards the main house. 

Reid passed it to me inside the car. “Take the test when you get home and send me a picture. We will go from there.”

“Alright, but don’t get your hopes up about a baby. I’m not an omega.” I muttered jokingly, trying to lighten the mood a little. 

“I think it’s a little early to be joking about that.” Reid said as he backed out of the driveway. The rest of the ride was pretty quiet until he got to my apartment and he let me out. “We’ll be in touch, Sam.”

“Of course. Have a good day.”

I let out a sigh after grabbing all my things and closing the car door. Heading to my apartment, I was never so happy to see my stuff. Dropping my things after closing and locking the door, I went and flopped on the couch. 

Grabbing the stupid test, I went and peed on it in the bathroom, and set it on the sink. Forgetting all about it after, I lounged on the couch. Yawning, I closed my eyes and passed out. 

Pounding on my door woke me up from my nap and I nearly fell down when I got up, and tried to get to the door to stop all the excessive knocking. I kicked my bags out of the way and fought to unlock the door. Opening it, Dr Connell and his husband were both standing there, looking rather guilty. 

“What the hell happened for you too—-” They both came in, and Dr Connell moved me away from the door before his husband shut it. “Or you can always just let yourselves in.” I sighed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. 

“We have a colossal problem, Samuel.” Dr Connell said and glanced at his husband. 

“Ok, and this is my issue?” I asked, yawning. 

“Oh, it definitely will be,” Dr Connell’s husband said, and pulled a hand through his hair. I’d never seen him so bothered by something. 

“Stop. Before you say anything else, if this is about Reid telling me to take a test over me being ill, I did and I’m pretty sure it’s negative, your welcome to go look.”

“I’m going to check it. Fill Samuel in,” Dr Connell said as he left the room to head to my bathroom. His husband waited until he was out of earshot before he started speaking. 

“He took a test for the hospital, and it was negative, but last night he was feeling off, and told me he wanted another test. We found a couple of good ones, and he took them all, and he is definitely in the early stages of pregnancy and he is concerned you might be—---”

“Samuel Woods! Are you fucking blind!” Dr Connell yelled, stomping down the hall. “Did you even bother to actually look at this?”

“Honestly, no. I fell asleep.” I muttered. 

He stomped over and jammed the stick right in front of my eyes, and the not so faint second pink line was pretty damn visible. “Does this look negative to you?” he asked, holding back on losing his temper clearly. 

“Well shit,” I hissed, and grabbed the test. “How the fuck and I going to show this to Reid now! It’s fucking positive.”

“We have bigger problems here, Samuel.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant, thanks to your hormones. This was definitely not you. Probably from my brother’s wife,” I sighed. 

“I have to tell Reid, which means he will find out about his baby.”

I screwed up my face at that. “Don’t call it that.”

“That is what it is, Samuel, unless Reid is not the father.” Dr Connell said and crossed his arms at me. “You will need a blood test to confirm for sure that you’re carrying a child, too.”

“I’m choosing not to tell him. So, respect my wishes.” 

“Samuel!”

“I am an Alpha, remember, Dr Connell. Chances of carrying to term healthy are—- you already know. There isn’t a point.” 

Dr Connell and I argued for a few more minutes before he called me selfish and left. His husband followed behind him, a look of disbelief on his face, too. Reid was going to find out from those two. I knew it.  

I had to make a decision here. I could either tell him the truth or keep lying to him. I chose the latter. At this moment, it had to be like this until I figured out what the hell I was going to do. 

Pulling my hands through my hair, I got dressed into some less lazy looking loungewear, before heading over to my parents. The drive felt way longer than normal, and the door was unlocked when I got there, so I let myself in. I could hear both my brothers and my dad laughing from the kitchen. 

“Sorry to interrupt, have you seen mom?” I asked, heading into the kitchen. 

“She’s at your hospital with Jasmine. She went into labour early and didn’t want Alec there freaking out until after the baby was born.” Bay said and looked at me, frowning. “Sam, you look like shit.”

“Thanks, I feel like it too.” I muttered. 

“Want a beer?” Bay asked, holding a new one out to me. 

“Sorry I can’t drink.”

Bay seemed to be the only one to hear me, and his eyes widened for a moment, before he stood up and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the kitchen, his beer sitting on the table. He led me to the back door and shoved me out onto the porch, closing the door behind us. 

“Samuel, are you implying what I think you are here?”

“Say I was, and that’s why I need to talk to mom, before I make my next move.” I sighed. 

“Did you tell him? Does he know?”

“What if it isn’t his?” I said, and Bay frowned deeper. 

“Samuel, you better—--”

“It’s his, and no, I haven’t told him. I took a store test, and I haven’t done a blood test for confirmation.” 

“Sam, you best tell him. That is his child, too.” Bay said, before he sighed. “You best wait till mom comes home. She will be the one who can help you out here the most. Not any of us.”

He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug. “Don’t stress yourself out about this.”

“That’s easier said, then done, Bay.”

Bay and I went back to the kitchen, and Alec was standing up. “Let me drive you.” I said, and he looked at me funny. “Alright.”