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Never in his life would he ever think he would be in this situation.
Jesse McCree sat there with horrified eyes on the bathroom counter. He had a little strip on his fingers that had two straight lines. Positive.
“This can't be right . . .” He whispered to himself. He had enough testosterone in his body to file down what chances there were to have a baby. He had enough pricks in his arms from those very shots that it was an impossibility, something he never thought would happen to him in his existence.
But there it was on the counter. Three used pregnancy tests were laid side by side with all the same results. Positive. His heart was pounding. What was Hanzo going to think?
McCree was born a girl, but he didn't feel like him in his own skin. That's when he joined Overwatch, and then he met his savior by the name of Doctor Angela Ziegler. She was a miracle worker by chance and supportive in her chance to a his. It helped McCree transition from a rootin’ tootin’ blackwatch former to what he was today, someone comfortable in his own skin.
Of course, he couldn’t have the body part that his inner self longed for. Toys would have to make up for it. But since his transformation thirteen years ago, he fooled any who looked at him. He had a scruffy beard along with a major change in his facial features. His body formed from a curvy girl to a masculine built body after the shots and exercise. Though his arm was no longer, he had to deal with a robotic one. He still had the same gun ever since the age of fifteen years old.
Jesse sighed before looking at himself in the mirror. If this meant what he thought it was, then he would have to lose the two things had loved for almost a full year, smoking and drinking. It was a toxic pair, but it was for someone just as toxic.
McCree would have to avoid the older Shimada brother at all costs because of this. That wasn’t hard in the slightest as the angsty brother was away most of the time anyways. He had even escaped through the window after their special moment a couple weeks back. Now that he thought about it, he barely saw Hanzo except for when they were paired for missions in various places like Hanamura and Route 66, McCree’s favorite.
Thanks to his male hormones, he didn’t break out and cry about the whole thing as much. The effects of a monthly cycle were just bloodshed for him, no moody emotions. He did, however, have those stupid cramps like he had always had. McCree was just glad he wasn’t munching out on ice cream crying to Tracer and D.Va about how it was just a one night stand, one where Jesse had trusted the older brother enough with his secret.
Yet, did Hanzo regret what they did? The Knowledge he gained from the cowboy?
Probably.
The said cowboy just slid on his chest plate and chaps. He slipped in his regular attire, especially the serape that he loved so dearly. It had been with him every step of the way.
He seemed to avoid everyone like it was the black death. It was very unlike him to do so since he was so charismatic with everyone. The walk was so anxious and took almost forever. He didn’t want to face what could possibly be the truth, something that could literally change his life forever. He just wanted to be a cowboy with as much freedom as a tumbleweed in the wind, free to turn in the direction it wanted to go.
“McCree?”
Lucio was sitting near the chairs outside the doctor’s workstation. Usually, when you needed something looked at, this was where you went to get checked up on by the medic and the miracle worker herself.
“Hey,” The cowboy smiled before sitting down next to the audio medic, “Whatchu’ doin’ in here?”
“Oh, I’m just coming to get my allergy medicine refilled. What’re you here for?” McCree could hear the thud of his music in his headphones. Lucio was a nice guy, and McCree somehow made friends with him, much closer than anyone else. It was a weird pairing, but it worked somehow.
“I think I got myself a stomach bug, so I reckon’ Mercy will help me get back in the game,” McCree replied coolly. He hated to lie to one of his close friends, but he would have to put it off as long as he could.
“Well, I hope you feel better. I would help you, but I don’t think sneezing in your face every two minutes helps,” Lucio laughed. The famous musician always painted a smile on McCree’s face with his laugh and his positive vibes. That’s when one of the assistant medics came to pull Lucio from their short conversation, “I’ll see ya’ later, yeah?”
“Of course,” Jesse smirked while he watched him skate into the room.
He finally breathed out the breath that he was holding in that whole time.
The whole idea of having a living, breathing (Okay, maybe not yet) human being in his body made his mind explode and implode on itself. Those very three pregnancy tests lay in the back pocket of his pants. He didn’t feel like he could do this. He had been so cocky and confident in his actions up until now, but this topped the cake.
A good ten minutes passed, and Lucio came rolling on out with a smile on his face and a doctor on his trail. She noticed the cowboy and shooed off her young friend.
“Ah, McCree. It is good to see you doing well. Is something the matter?” Angela closed the door quietly before adding, “Are you here for more shots?”
McCree just approached the small bed and sat down, shedding his serape and pulling out the three tests. He clenched them into his fist, dubbed Mercy confused to what those were until he laid them out.
She brought all three of them up close to her face, confirming that McCree was indeed pregnant.
“Who’s the father?”
McCree stayed silent.
“Jesse, I need to know in order to help you through this.”
McCree was reluctant, “You tellin’ no one about this, Angela. I trust you with my kept secret as well as this one,” His deep southern voice was shaky, terrified, “It’s Hanzo.”
The doctor stared at him before nodding her head. She set the tests down on the bench, making sure to not touch the disgusting parts of it of course. She slapped on some gloves before ushering him to lay on his back, “Let’s make sure that these aren’t false as an extra security, okay? How far are you along?”
“It’s been three weeks.”
Doctor Ziegler pulled his shirt up and pulled out some gel. He was getting an ultrasound. She beckoned her assistant to pull the large machine to the bedside before flashing it on with a switch. Grabbing the wand, Mercy rolled it across his stomach trying to find something, anything.
Then, there it was.
It was small, but it was there. It was a small blob, and both Jesse and Angela shared expressions of surprise, complete and utter disbelief. Those three tests had been right.
Jesse McCree was pregnant. He couldn’t stop thinking those words.
Angela was the first to recover, “Would you like me to print this for you?”
Jesse nodded eagerly, and Angela could only give him what he requested. A few minutes later, she came back with the very same picture that sent the both of them into shock. The cowboy cleaned his stomach before sitting up, the whole thing still sinking in as shock settled in cozy.
“This means Hanzo knows,” Mercy sighed, sitting on a rolling stool, “Are you planning on telling him?”
Jesse hadn’t gotten that far.
“That can be worried about later. For now, we have to worry about your smoking and drinking. On top of that, we will have to hide you somewhere safe in order to keep your child safe.”
“Wait, what? I have to leave?” McCree was confused, but in reality, he knew it made perfect sense. There was only a matter of time before a bump formed, and no one except Hanzo, Angela, and obviously himself knew his true gender. He wouldn’t want it to leak out. She was a he. No one could tell him otherwise.
“No missions, no violence. It will hurt the baby if you experience stress and may cause a miscarriage. Will you be keeping this baby?”
“Yer’ damn sure right I am,” McCree snapped.
Mercy shot him a sympathetic smile, “I will get everything arranged with Jack about your situation. I will have to tell him, but he admires your skill well enough to keep it to himself. Pack everything you need, and say your goodbyes.”
McCree’s smile faltered by her choice of words, but he nodded, walking out of the office with a gloomy expression. He was excited to have a child. His mother always wanted him to have one when he was a she. Jesse could remember how his mother would do her hair and tell her stories that he should do this with his own daughter when the time came. She made Jesse promise to always spend time with his child because they couldn’t with him.
I guess I’m keeping yer’ promise, huh, Ma?
*
Two days later, everything was packed. His room looked like it was back to its original state before be trashed the place. He was going to miss this room, even if he had a chance to coming back.
He shook his head, sitting on his bed. This room couldn’t hold two McCree’s, much less himself sometimes. He would most likely never return here.
Everyone had immediately noticed his decrease in mood in those two days. Lena had confronted him, but he shrugged it off. He told her that it was just a bad hangover this time, even though he never got hungover. Lucio was next, asking him if he was sick. The cowboy confirmed his suspicions, shrugging it off as a bug like he had predicted. Torbjorn, surprisingly, asked if he was alright. The cowboy was too surprised the man even talked to him that the small swede just rolled his eyes and walked off.
McCree had seen Hanzo in those days. He caught the Japanese dragon lord staring at him sometimes but never talked to him. Jesse, admittedly, felt a little hurt by it, but he had guessed what had happened between them was just a one stand kind of thing.
That night, McCree had started to pour himself some milk from the kitchen before he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see the older Shimada, a worried expression on his face.
“You...Are you alright?” Was the first thing Hanzo had questioned.
McCree sighed dimly, “As fine as a cactus that has found an oasis.” His feet took him to the long tables spread across the large cafeteria. He sat down on the edge of one, and Hanzo had sat on the other side, right in front of the six-shooter master.
Hanzo stayed silent as he watched the tired cowboy sip on his milk, the man having a sudden craving for it in the middle of the night. The man let out a long breath before speaking again, “What happened between us…”
“Water under the bridge for ya’. I understand,” McCree finished for him, licking his pink lips of the white liquid, “I understand, truly. It was a one night stand to ya’.”
Hanzo growled, “Let me finish, cowman! What happened between us happened. You revealed things about you that I could never deserve to witness. You gave it to me, and I treasure it. I do not...regret what we did.”
McCree set his cup of milk down on the table, suddenly craving some more but ignored the feeling. He was more focused on the man in front of him, only making leaving the next morning oh so harder. His eyes darted away from the handsome Shimada, sad, “Yeah, well...I’m glad.”
He didn’t know what to say, what to feel.
Hanzo placed his hand on top of McCree’s, “I admit that I do not share my feelings very well, and they are hard for me to control. I cannot deny what I feel for you.”
McCree’s heart leapt with joy. It also mourned like rain on a wedding day.
“I..” The cowman didn’t get to finish. He didn’t have the right words to say as his tongue was tied and held at gunpoint. He wanted to tell him. I’m pregnant with your child, and I bet they’re going to have your cheekbones and your beautiful silky hair and…
“I promise to keep your secret, as I have. I hope this means something… God, if Genji were here, he would be having a meltdown..” Hanzo’s cheeks flared up in a blush, and McCree smiled sweetly.
“Thank you,” Jesse whispered, his own cheeks flaring up. Usually, it was the opposite, McCree confident and Hanzo denying or shy.
The silence settled between the two comfortably like a light fog after a rainstorm. It was calming and reassuring. When the fog lifted away, there was a rainbow, a hope for one day that these two men could be possible.
At least, That’s how McCree put it.
Jesse set his empty cup in the sink, suddenly not wanting milk any longer, before walking back to the bow wielder. He motioned for Hanzo to get up and when he obeyed, the cowboy tenderly kissed his lips, savoring every little detail of his lips before pulling away. He fought to keep himself from pouncing on the man as he kept his sad smile on his rough lips, “Goodnight Arrow.”
Sadly, those were his last words before he was gone.
McCree was gone.