Asche

"I'M WHAT!?" I shrieked, sliding off the examination table and approaching the doctor. I snatched the clipboard from his hand and angrily read the details just to see if his extra eyes were malfunctioning.

Lo and behold, on the paper, it stated that my HCG levels were high. What the fuck is that!?

"Please tell me there's another Asche Daxon in this hospital, who's a female because this shit is outright fucking ridiculous!"

I shoved the clipboard to his chest and he clumsily caught it. Grabbing my jacket, I slid it on and proceeded to walk out of the room. This doctor is talking a bunch of shit. There's no fucking way that I'm pregnant. I'm a man, I have a penis with a sac filled with sperm. There's no bloody way that I'm carrying a child.

"Mr, Daxon, wait!" He called out to me, trying to match my steps.

I whipped around and faced him. "What!?"

"You must stay here so that I can run more tests on you. This is something rare, you simply cannot walk out of here without seeking medical attention." He implored.

I pointed a shaking finger at his chest, "You are not going to experiment on me and I will not be your lab rat!"

I stalked off, fuming, in denial and emotionally unstable. I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant!! When I get home, I'll take the gravol pills and sleep this feeling off. By tomorrow this will all be something of the past. I'll probably wake up and realize it was all a nightmare.

I stormed out of the hospital and hailed a taxi that pulled up to the sidewalk. I slid in the backseat and gave him my directions. He drove off and I released a shuddering breath, feeling overwhelmed and anxious. What is HCG and why do I have them? I dug my phone out of my jean's pocket and searched up HCG levels. My mouth dropped open and my hand shook as I read the definition.

Males do not even have the anatomy to even possess HCG levels, is that doctor ludicrous!? This shit is whack, I need a drink. But the thought of alcohol had me wanting to regurgitate so I tossed the thought away and sulked in the backseat. A more rational part of my mind began to minister to me. What if the doctor is right? Can this be a miracle? Some rare occurrence that happens once every thousand years? I'm not the superstitious kind, but when you're slapped with the revelation that you're pregnant, anything is fucking possible.

Should I stop by the local pharmacy and purchase a test? Just to be sure? I wouldn't hurt to prove the doctor wrong.

"Can you make a stop at the nearest pharmacy, please? I want to make a purchase right quick." I told the cab driver.

"Sure, no problem." He agreed and took me there.

Entering the pharmacy, I located the section where all the pregnancy tests were and selected a Clear Blue Digital Test. It seemed legit and it was pricey so I went with that one. The cashier smiled at me as she cashed up the item.

"Shopping for your girlfriend?" She asked innocently.

I nodded curtly and tried to avoid any further conversation. Bitch, if you only knew that I'm actually the girlfriend.

"Good luck," She offered and I quickly left the store and climbed in the taxi.

My home wasn't far from the main town and when I got there, I tipped him in addition to the fee he charged, thanking him for his services. Sparing not another moment after I got inside, I ran into my bathroom and did what I read on the box, impatiently tapping my foot and biting my nails. The little digital screen said loading and it felt like I was waiting a millennia. My heart raced a thousand miles per hour, my entire body was heated and I felt like I'll pass out. When the loading sign left the screen, I had to hold on to the bathroom sink for support for my body felt weak with fear and shock.

Big and bold on the screen read, 'pregnant'.

Drakos

"Falcon, now I think you've lost your mind. Didn't you tell me to forget him a few minutes ago?" I creased my brows in confusion.

"Brother, that wasn't any ordinary dream. You dreamt that for a reason. You need to find him and do it quickly before he finds out and takes flight again." Falcon's tone was desperate.

"I'm sorry Falcon but your nonsensical blabbering has me perplexed."

"He's pregnant!" He hissed lowly, his eyes burning an inferno. "That man is possibly carrying my niece or nephew. You mustn't allow him to escape, Drakos. I know this must be confusing to you but it's true. Your seed impregnated him and I'm positive he knows that by now."

I gaped at him shaking my head slowly. "But he's a man. There's no way that he can be."

"Yet there was a way for you to feel attracted to him. This is fate, you followed your instinct and this is where it led you. Mark my words, if you don't take heed to what I'm saying, you'll deeply regret it. Find him Drakos, and claim him."

"Brother..." My eyes softened with tears of joy.

"Don't get all soft on me. Felicia will be delighted when it's confirmed that you have a little dragon-shifter in the making. Guess what? I'll even assist you in finding him. Just to make it up to you. What do you say? Are you up for it?"

I grinned, my spirits lightened. "You already know that I am."

We left the restaurant that night after finishing our meal under small talk, driving over to my lakehouse. Falcon and I came to a mutual agreement that we'll keep this from Felicia until it was confirmed that he was indeed pregnant.

I smiled all night, feeling relief wash over me.

Now that Falcon mentioned it, and I came to realize it, I felt the existence of my offspring slowly growing in his womb.

I'll find him, and when I do, he'll regret ever running away from me.

Asche

I called Kirk's phone, sobbing. He tried his best to console me but I was inconsolable. There was no one here for me to talk to besides Angelina and she was a total stranger. I didn't want to burden her with my problems.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong? Calm down, take deep breaths, and tell me what happened." He soothed.

"I...am..pregnant." I wailed out through choppy breaths.

I heard the silence on the other line before he responded, "Darling are you drunk? Did you go drinking last night?" He suddenly asked.

"I'm not drunk!" I snapped then burst out in tears. "Please Kirk, I'm as sober as a nun, I need you. I don't know what to do."

"Aww, Asche, darling why did you move so far away? I told you you were safe with me. Do you want me to come and fetch you?" He proposed and I nodded as if he can see me then I caught myself and voiced out, "Yes," It was barely audible. My voice was hoarse from crying non-stop.  My eyes were aching and swollen. "But I don't want to go back to Arkham, can't you take me elsewhere?" I pleaded.

"Where to?" He asked.

"Maybe a tropical island. I want to feel the heat. I'll pack up my stuff tonight, how soon can you arrive here?" I sniffed, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.

"For you baby, I'll be there within the day. Stay put and wait for me. Don't go thrashing the place in a fit, Asche, because I know you can get trippy at times."

"Just hurry before I lose my mind, I think the walls are talking to me," I whispered, glancing around in paranoia.

"Asche hold on to your sanity until I reach, okay?" He urged me and I bit my lip, agreeing to his demands before I ended the call.

I slumped against the sofa as I sat on the floor and sobbed openly. What have I done? Why didn't just I keep my legs closed and continue running? I'm sure I'm pregnant for Mr. Dick Almighty and the truth is burning holes in my heart. Was this his plan all along? He knew that I was special so he targeted me, his motive, impregnation. I'm gonna sue his ass for misleading me into taking his cock. But the money was worth it. Unfortunately, I had to drop out of college because of my constant moving.

I lost a close friend and now I'm all alone. Thank goodness for Kirk or I would've gone out of my mind. I'm so thankful that I met him. Trying not to dwell on depressing thoughts, I gathered my belongings and placed them at the front door. The only things that I towed with me were my clothes. I only rented furnished apartments so that I can make easy movements if any emergency kicks up and now it's that time again.

I won't think about that pregnancy test, I'll only focus on getting out of here and nursing myself back to good health. Pregnant or not, I'm not going to wallow in self-pity. I'm a grown man and I have to fix my mistakes instead of crying over them. But my mind tends to travel and when it does, I get emotional. Damn that pervert for nutting in me. Malevolent thoughts trickled through my mind and I sat on the sofa, angrily staring ahead. I don't have to keep the child. I can go to an abortion clinic before Kirk arrives, I have the money so it won't be a big deal.

I can't raise a child on my own, I haven't even been around a lot of kids. How am I supposed to even push the baby out? I gripped at my hair and glanced at the clock. It's still early. I can skim through the phonebook and find the nearest abortion clinic.

I pitched and cried out when my stomach unexpectedly began to cramp, a twisting, searing sensation that had me gripping my stomach with a groan.

"What...the..fuck..." I hunched over on the floor.

It was unbeknownst to me that my tiny fetus had already read my thoughts and if it felt any form of threat, it'll act out.

I will learn soon that I'm not carrying an ordinary child.

The weeping resumed once more.

Drakos

I spotted the owner for the club just as he was about to step into his vehicle.

"Good afternoon, can you spare me several minutes of your time?"

He glanced up at both Falcon and me in dismay. "How may I help you? Wait...you're the man who harassed my employee and you! You look just like him. Also, you were at my front gates. What is the meaning of this?" He glowered at us.

His bodyguards approached us menacingly, causing mine to place their hands on their pistols. I signaled for them to stand down. "We did not come here to stir up strife." I clarified. "I'm just looking for Asche. Do you know where he is?"

"If I did, why should I tell you? What is your purpose for seeking him out?" He stared at us suspiciously.

"You know exactly why I'm here. We fucked and he vanished in thin air. He stole something from me and I want it back."

He narrowed his eyes at us, "And what is that?"

"Two thousand dollars. It is only right that I am compensated for my loss. Furthermore, I have something important to ask him. So the question still remains, where is he?"

A slow smile formed on his hips and he nodded slowly. "Ahh, I see now. You're the one." 

"What are you talking about?" Falcon demanded.

"I have no idea where he is but, I know this, he doesn't want to see you."

I clenched my teeth in irritation. "I don't give a damn what he wants. He's carrying something that belongs to me. I deserve to have it!" I shook in anger, my patience exhausted.

He merely grinned and slipped in the car, saying, "This is getting interesting."