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When Ghost accidentally got pregnant, his boyfriend showed his true colors with the positive test so Ghost dumped his ass. Decided to keep his pup and do it all solo.
Ends up on the train after work in a piss poor mood during rush hour.
Everything hurts, he’s got a headache, he needs to take a piss, it’s too hot, and he’s stuck standing.
Puts his ear buds in and tries to not think about murdering whoever smells like hamburgers.
Someone taps his shoulder, he ignores it.
Taps again. And again. A fourth time.
Ghost wheels around as much as he can, pup bump obvious under his sweater. Immediately curses out the knothead that kept fucking touching him.
Full on makes a scene with his hormone plus bad day fueled rage.
The alpha looks startled as he gets verbally thrashed.
People come to Ghost’s defense because, well, it looks bad. Looks like an alpha harassing a pregnant omega.
The conductor gets involved, breaks up the near fight, asks what the hell happened and Ghost, still full of rage, gives his answer.
The alpha waits until told to speak, “Was trying to offer him my seat, damn near bit my head off.”
Oh.
Ghost deflates, cheeks burning bright red under his medical mask. Everyone looks at him, now. The hormonal, unstable omega who lost his shit on a nice stranger.
Mutters out a sorry, wishing he could disappear through the floor as tears prick his eyes. Damn pregnancy has him on such a hairpin trigger without the sire to help keep him stable.
The alpha waves it off like it suddenly wasn’t a big deal, “Hey, we all have bad days.”
Understatement.
“So, ‘bout that seat?” Things dissipate as Ghost sheepishly takes the seat the alpha vacated. The alpha has to stands over him, hand on the railing because there’s nowhere else.
Four stops to go.
“You got a name?”
Ghost looks up, arching an eyebrow.
Trying to drum up a conversation with him after all that just happened?
“No, I’m the only person alive that doesn’t have one.” Ghost’s tone is too bland, but he /really/ wants to go home and get in his nest already.
“That so? Maybe you’ll let me give you one over ice cream?”
Ghost stares, dumbfounded.
“No-go on the ice cream? What about cake?” Both sound good, he’s been craving sweets nonstop. “C’mon, I made a pregnant omega cry. Lemme make it up to you or my ma’ll find out and castrate me.”
He agrees. The alpha ends up buying him both.
They sit in the cafe and talk until close, then end up outside of his apartment still chatting.
Turns into lunch a few days later, then dinner. Dinners. Soap staying over. Soap going with him to appointments. Soap driving him to the hospital, holding his hand as he pushes.
Soap pressing a gently kiss to his sweaty forehead as their daughter is born. She wasn’t Soap’s biologically, but she’s his.
They have another kid together.
They grow old together.
They love each other until the very end, passing peacefully in old age a few days apart.