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Whoever said omegas were meant to carry babies was definitely not an omega.
The thought absurdly crossed Kaito’s mind as he kneeled in the bathroom, sweaty forehead resting against the porcelain closet. He was six months pregnant, and it couldn’t be more apparent that omegas, or at the very least this omega, wasn’t created solely for the purpose of bearing children for their mates.
He had been over the moon when he had first found out he would be having a baby. Kaito had originally thought he was coming down with something. Perhaps it had been that chicken Shinichi had brought home from the newly opened bistro, or perhaps it had been a stomach flu… but because Shinichi and he had started trying for a baby, he’d taken a pregnancy test just for the heck of it.
That was when he knew he was pregnant, and already throwing up.
From the deep and immersive research he’d done, he knew that omegas – male or female - had it the easiest. Beta women were more predisposed to premature delivery, ruptured membranes, and amniotic fluid problems. Where alpha women has a lower fertility rate in general and a higher risk of miscarriage. Kaito, as an omega, should have an easy pregnancy.
Key word, should have. He started throwing up when he was seven weeks pregnant. He and Shinichi went to his ob-gyn and were told that the morning sickness usually lasts until around the fourteenth week, were given some vitamins and medication for his nausea, and some recommendations on choice reading materials.
Kaito had thought he could handle that, easy. He was an omega and he supposedly would take to pregnancy like duck into water. He had handled murderous snipers, overzealous police officers, rabid fans, pissed off witch, and a mop enthusiast on daily basis. He could handle another seven weeks of nausea.
Or so he thought.
The nausea and vomiting didn’t stop after he hit his fourteenth week. It continued on, and got worse. He could hardly keep anything down. Kaito had tried anything, from medications, ginger tea, crackers, herbal brew, acupuncture… anything, as long as he’d researched that it would be safe for his baby.
Nothing worked. Kaito had grown weaker, driving Shinichi mad with worry. The alpha wanted to take Kaito to the hospital, but Kaito had steadfastly refused. He absolutely loathed the sterile building. Their mothers, Aoko, Ran, and Sonoko had all expressed their concern every time they saw him. But the omega held on, hoping that the nausea would stop on its own.
But by the time he reached his sixteenth week, Kaito couldn’t held it off anymore. He had actually lost weight, a fact that freaked both Shinichi and him out. So they went to the hospital and Kaito was admitted immediately due to dehydration. He spent four days hooked up on IV fluids and medication, and thankfully his nausea subsided.
Subsided, but not completely gone. Hence why he was currently kneeling before the toilet.
The omega tried to regulate his breathing. He felt woozy and weak, but tried his best to keep silent. He didn’t want to wake Shinichi. The alpha was completely exhausted. He had taken care of Kaito throughout the entire ordeal, endlessly patient and attentive. Kaito was eternally grateful for having Kudou Shinichi as his mate.
Since Kaito’s hospitalization, Shinichi appealed to work from home. Kaito had protested vehemently. The alpha had only just been promoted to inspector, a fact that Kaito knew bring Shinichi so much pride.
“Shinichi! You can’t just take off from work! You’ll be demoted!”
His mate had sighed, longsuffering. “Kaito. You mean more to me than my rank. You need me here.”
Kaito had blushed at that. Shinichi had opened his eyes to his low self-esteem issues, but it was not an easy thing to get over. Since the beginning of their relationship, Shinichi had coaxed him to go to a psychiatrist. Shinichi himself had been appointed one from the TMPD, and through multiple sessions of therapy he had come to recognize the effects of parental abandonment and a life of violence on his own psyche. Kaito had started going to his own psychiatrist, and according to his friends and family, had come far from the troubled teenager he had been. But it was still a work in progress.
Shinichi juggled taking care of Kaito, his work, the doves, their parents who were excited to welcome their first grandchild, and almost everything else. It was no wonder he had developed dark circles under his eyes. Kaito tried to let him rest whenever he could, utilizing every bit of stealth he had to slip out of bed unnoticed. He was the Kaitou Kid, after all, though his protruding stomach had shifted his center of gravity, and the nausea he was feeling didn’t help matters.
It had been a very trying four months. Kaito was now twenty five weeks pregnant, and he couldn’t wait for it all to be over and he could hold his baby in his arms.
As if summoned by his thoughts, he felt the faint fluttering sensation in his belly. Smiling, Kaito pressed his hand gently against his bump, and felt his baby moved once more.
Tears welled in the omega’s eyes and he swallowed against a lump in his throat as he was overwhelmed with love he felt for his unborn child.
No matter how trying his pregnancy had been, no matter how sick he had gotten, he knew it would all be worth it in the end.