The morning was quiet, only the soft hum of leaves could be heard behind the open window.

It was a cloudy and windy autumn day, no different from others, but this time, there was something slightly different.

"Bleargh..." Lysander, a 21 year old drop out college student, was sitting on the cold linoleum floor, his hands touching his stomach, his neck with his head bent over the toilet.

He was feeling nauseous since he woke up. The urge to let it all out was unstoppable. Lysander had to vomit everything.

He guessed he ate something bad the day before, but that was not the truth. He didn't know it yet, but soon, a baby would be accompanying him everywhere.

"Ah, shit..." Lysander wipes off his mouth and saliva and looked at the clock. It was late, he was late.

"I'll be late to work." he scrambled on his feet and made his way to his bedroom, he packed a small backpack with him, there he out bottle of water and a soft sandwich. It was stale bread with old ham.

He locked the doors to his old and dusty apartment, which he barely could keep. The rent was high, even though this neighbourhood was a shit town.

Lysander could only manage that much to keep living. His father was in the hospital, suffering from a pheromones disease, so Lysander had to pay medical bills. On top of that, he had to pay for his own food and the rent of this ugly apartment.

For him, it was enough, but he couldn't keep living like this, because the moment wasn't enough anymore. The rent went up with the latest raises.

"I need to work more now..." Lysander hurried through the streets, no one lived in this neighbourhood much, so he rarely met anyone else than the old grandma living next door.

"I should've taken a warmer hoodie." he pulled his thin sweater tighter to his body and trembled under the cold wind pour.

It was late in autumn, winter knocking on the doors. Lysander hated winter, that meant more bills to pay for heaters, he would be freezing to death and he'd have harder time to get to work as well.

"I need to make most money now, till I have time." in winter, it'll be late.

Lysander looked at the gray sky, clouds lingered for the whole time.

Lysander slowly opened the doors to the small and rundown restaurant, well, if you could call it a restaurant.

Neighbours came to eat here, it was a small place, where they sold sandwiches, small pizza and other similar things.

Lysander worked here for almost a year now, he had to stand on his own since a young age.

"Sorry for coming late." he excused himself as he stepped inside the warm place. The heat surged towards him, touching his cheeks and cold and freezing hands.

"It's so warm here, as always." he looked around, his boss was behind the counter, he didn't look mad, just tired.

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"You're late, Lysander." the owner of the small restaurant said, as Lyzander walked inside the place.

"I know, I'm so sorry, I wasn't feeling well this morning." Lysander looked down as he felt guilty leaving this whole place to the old man.

"If you weren't feeling well, you should've stayed home, I'd be alright doing it alone today." the owner sounded sad.

"No, I wanted to help, and I need to want money for the hospital bills and living." Lysander smiled as he stepped near the counter.

"I'll go and change clothes, I'll be back soon, it's no problem to help you, it's my job." Lysander disappeared in the back of the restaurant and changed his worn out clothes to work suit.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his features were bland and average, his eyes looked tired and his face dull, his green eyes were dark and his dark hair didn't help them shine through either.

Lysander sighed, he still looked the same, no matter what. He'll always be the ugly duckling.

"Doesn't matter anymore, I just need to earn money and survive." that was all that mattered, survival.

The day went on, Lysander took order after order, he took trays of food to tables and empty trays back.

He greeted people and smiled at difficult customers. He rolled his eyes, whenever he wasn't seen and here and there stopped to drink his water.

By the end of the day, he was tired and exhausted.

His stomach was in churns and he felt like vomiting again. But he couldn't fall apart here.

"My shift's soon to be over, I can make it work somehow." he said to himself, his eyes darting across the room full of customers.

His vision blurred from time to time, but he had to prevail.

"I need this money." he always reminded himself.

He truly needed the money, he couldn't accept to lose anything. Not a single penny, so he worked to the bone, he tried and made himself exhausted every single day, for his father, for himself.

"Good job, today, I'll give you a raise this week, You've worked like a dog." he owner smiled at Lysander, who was clearly tired.

"Thank you so much, boss." Lysander thanked him, he bowed his head.

The day was coming to an end, the restaurant was taken over by another employee, who worked there with Lysander.

"I can go home now..."Lysander sighed as he changed back into his clothes and left the restaurant, smelling like food.

The smell made him nauseous, he could no longer keep it in, he vomited right the moment he stepped outside. The cold air filled his lungs, the strong wind from morning grew even larger.

Trees moved in the wind, their treetops bending with its will.

"I need to buy me some medicine."Lysander found the nearest pharmacy and came inside.

"Welcome!"

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"Welcome!" the pharmacist greeted Lysander as he stepped inside the warm room.

The place was covered with white walls and all kinds of medicine.

"Hello, I'm looking for indigestion medicine, I've been feeling bad and vomitted a lot." he said truthfully, not expecting any kind of twist.

The pharmacist looked at him and his small frame, she started at him for quite a long time, before asking.

"Are you an omega, sir?" that question took Lysander out.

"A-ah, yes, yes, I am an omega." his cheeks and ears turned a soft shade of red, he rarely told anyone he was an omega.

"Have you had any intercourse experience in the past few weeks or months?" the question was bold and Lysander took it personally.

"Why do you need to know about my personal life?" he gritted his teeth and glared at the person behind the counter.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'd just recommend to take a pregnancy test if any activity took place." the pharmacist handed Lysander a single pregnancy test and a box of medicine.

"If you find out about the pregnancy, please don't take the medicine, it could be dangerous for you and the fetus."

Lysander stared at the woman with wide eyes. Yes, there was sex in the past few weeks, but it was only once, his very first experience, with a stranger he didn't know.

Lysander didn't even consider the possibility of being pregnant with that man's child. He couldn't be, that'd make his life harder.

"Thank you." he took the medicine and paid. His legs felt like jelly, his hands shook with anxiety, what if he truly was pregnant? What then?

He went home and crouched in the hallway, his back leaning against the door, he was too scared to take the test.

He sat like that for at least 20 minutes, before scrambling to his feet and going to the bathroom.

The apartment was getting colder now, he could barely keep himself warm, what about a baby?

He took the test and waited two minutes. His eyes widened as he looked back at it. It showed two clear red lines.

His voice trembled and his hands shook as he stood up and leaned against the wall.

"N-no way..." his voice was barely a whisper. His eyes getting wet with tears as he slid down on the cold floor again.

He was pregnant, with a stranger's baby, no less.

"Idiot... I'm an idiot...why did I even sleep with someone, I didn't know?"

Tears willed in his eyes and slid down his cheeks, leaving behind wet traces.

Lysander couldn't move, the shock was so deep he had to stay like that. His hand naturally moved to his stomach, now knowing what was in there.

"But now that I know, I don't want to let you go..." he said quietly, patting his stomach slowly and carefully.

He'll need to choose, let it go, or take care of it.

To be continued...