Love Me, My Omega!

"What do you want from me?" Tristan asked the woman who was sitting on the chair across him. The woman only stared at him as she smiled brightly.

"Speak," Tristan said with authority in his voice as his facial expression changed. His gentle and warm demeanor changed and turned into an expressionless face. His green eyes that usually looked warm turned cold.

The woman flinched upon seeing how angry Tristan looked.

"I... I just wanted to pay you a visit. You know, as friends? We're s...still friends, aren't we?" She said as he eyes strayed all over the place, avoiding eye contact with the man.

"Pay me a visit? Hah, really?" Tristan scoffed. "You're trying to screw me over, aren't you? You're gonna mess with my life again. Great. Just great!" Tristan laughed in disbelief.

"No, I'm not! R...Really... I'm not..." The woman looked down as she said those words, feeling guilty about her past actions.

"What are you doing here, then? It's not like we're close enough for you to visit me. We're already over, Cathy. We were long over," Tristan said, putting emphasis on his last two sentences.

Cathy bit her lower lip as she trembled in anger. She took a few deep breaths to calm heraelf down before speaking again. "Are you not even gonna ask me how I was doing lately? Did you not miss me at all?" She asked in a small voice, still looking down. The answer that she was looking forward to was different from what Tristan said.

"No," he replied briefly. She felt her hands getting sweaty and she felt like she was gonna explode any moment now. "Who are you for me to miss?" Tristan continued.

The words that left his mouth only made Cathy erupt. She has always been the short-tempered type, but with Tristan acting like this, she was more agitated than usual. "How dare you! I'm THE Cathy Sparks!" She yelled as the screeching sound of the chair covered her voice a bit as she stood up.

A smile formed on Tristan's lips. His eyes were smiling as if what he's seeing was so amusing. It was fun for him seeing how Cathy was now acting like someone who's desperate for his love and attention. It was like the past Tristan suddenly resurfaced upon witnessing how the woman infront of him acted.

"So?" He said as he raised his brows, still smiling at her. Looking at Cathy's facial expression, Tristan thought that she looked so pathetic.

Tristan's unexpected response made her speechless for a bit. She couldn't speak. She felt embarrassed that she was thinking too highly of herself.

"W... What do you mean by that? You're supposed to be so depressed right now after our breakup! Why are you fine!" She yelled as her face turned red from both anger and embarrassment.

'Geez. This woman is so loud. I'm glad she emptied this cafe before we went inside,' Tristan thought as he frowned.

"Why wouldn't I be okay? I was never emotionally attached to you, so why would I be depressed?" Tristan said as his facial expression became emotionless again.

Tears began forming in Cathy's eyes. She was so mad that she wanted to cry and yell at him all day.

"Y... You're gonna regret treating me like this. Your father is gonna hear about this, Tristan," she threatened him as she gritted her teeth. She let out a furious breath as she took her bag and walked out from the cafe.

'Haaa... My father again? Why is everything going against what I want right now? I just want to be happy with Justin. Why isn't anything working out?' He thought as he leaned his back against his seat and took a sip from his iced coffee.

He could feel himself getting angrier and angrier as every second passes.

He gulped down his entire glass of coffee and chewd on the ice to cool his head a bit.

"This won't do," he muttered to himself as he let out a heavy breath. He stood up from his seat and immediately headed out of the cafe and bought a box of cigarettes and a lighter for a smoke.

He went to a nearby smoking area and took out a cigarette from the box. He fished the lighter from his pocket and lit the tip of the cigarette. As he inhaled and exhaled the smoke, his messy mind started becoming clearer, making him think about things more rationally.

"Damn it. I quit smoking just a few months ago, but it looks like I'm gonna smoke again for a while," he mumbled to himself as he breathed out, puffing a smoke into the air.

'I've been stressing about things lately. To think that a single cigarette could clear my mind for a bit....' he thought as he leaned his back against the wall.

'I'm a bad person. Really bad. My life is a total mess. I can't even dare to look at Justin, let alone stare at him. It makes me feel like shit knowing that I can't tell him anything about this at all. This is something I should handle on my own, after all...'

The alpha looked up as he puffed another smoke. He watched the smoke vanish in the air and frowned.

'Maybe like the smoke... Justin might suddenly disappear like the smoke if I involved him in this... I don't want that.'

A pained expression was on his face as he thought of all sorts of negative thoughts, overthinking the possibilities if he ever told Justin about his problem. To him, knowing his omega, not only will it give his Justin stress, it will also make him feel responsible for what was happening to Justin.

'I know this is a selfish thing to ask for, but... I want him to stay with me even if I'm like this... even if I'm a mess.'

*****

A few minutes just before Tristan got to the cafe and spoke with Cathy, Justin was already inside the cab, groaning in pain as he held his stomach.

To him, it felt like he was stabbed in the stomach hundreds of times. It hurt so much to the point where he started crying again even if he's still inside the cab.

He didn't mind the driver thay kept glancing at him through the rear view mirror. He was just concentrating on the extreme pain that he was feeling right now.

He squeezed his eyes tighly and leaned his head against the window.

'My head bumping onto the window continuously is starting to make my head hurt again...' he thought and sat up straight again.

"Excuse me, sir. Will it take longer to get to the hospital?" He asked the driver.

Not expecting his crying passenger to suddenly speak to him, the driver got flustered. The words he wanted to reply to Justin were on the tip of his tongue but he had a hard time making them out because the omega was looking at him so intently.

His eyes were red from crying, he had bags and dark cricles under his eyes, and it looked like he had the eyes of a dead fish.

"I... uh... Oh, um... The hospital is about... 4 more minutes from h... here," the driver answered, avoiding to make eye contact with Justin as much as possible. He suddenly got scared after he saw how Justin looked.

He looked like he was from a horror movie where he was the one who's killing other people.

After a few more turns of the wheel, the cab finally stopped in front of the hospital. Justin paid him the exact amount of money that he was asking for and got off from the cab.

He immediately headed inside and as soon as he got in, he immediately went to see a doctor he has met before when his mother brought him for a checkup when he still hasn't had his first heat.

"Hello, Justin. How are you?" His doctor smiled at him. "Hello, doc. My stomach really hurts but I don't know what kind of doctor I should see right now," Justin said with an embarrassed look on his face as he sat on the chair across the doctor's table.

His doctor smiled at him and said, "That's okay. Is it only your stomach that's hurting?" She had a questioning look on her face. "N... No. I've been having terrible headaches lately, too," Justin replied.

"Hmm... What else? Is that all?" The doctor asked as she stared at Justin. "Well, I also feel more tired than usual lately. I'm guessing that it's because I'm under a lot of stress right now," Justin said and chuckled awkwardly, remembering what was making him feel that terrible.

"Alright, I understand. For now, lie in the bed," the doctor said as she extended her arm and pointed the bed on the corner of the room. Justin stood up and did as she told him.

The doctor did some things with his body and after a few minutes, she was finally done.

She gave him a smile and asked, "You've already had your heat last time, right?" Justin sat up and answered, "Yes," as he nodded.

"Well, the reason why you're feeling all of those symptoms is not because you're stressed," she started as she looked into his eyes.

"It's because you're pregnant," she continued.

"What...?"