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The room was dimly lit with soft candles and minimal lighting. Tan was nearly knocked down beside Fang, surrounded by bottles of whiskey and cans of beer. Fang hadn’t planned on drinking at first, but Tan came back with good news—he had just been promoted to senior supervisor at the garage, the youngest to ever do it.
He was already loaded when he returned, hands full of alcohol and takeout Chinese food. Fang was overjoyed, and the two of them celebrated together.
Tan passed out after two hours and clung to Fang tightly. He was occasionally groaning, clutching his stomach which could only mean one thing; he was about to puke any minute. Fang had lost count of the times Tan had carelessly chugged bottle after bottle and thrown up.
At least it was always outside. Right now, they were in the apartment—if he threw up here, Fang would definitely lose his shit. He had an urgent meeting at noon.
Fang quickly shook his shoulders, calling his name again and again. “Tan, wake up!! Tan!!”
Fang desperately shook him, but Tan was a heavy sleeper. The boy didn't budge the slightest and kept curling up to Fang with the gagging sound. It was coming. When he didn’t respond, Fang panicked. He immediately hooked his arms around Tan’s corpse-like body and lifted him off the floor.
“Tan, be a good boy and don’t throw up on my carpet. It’s so expensive, please,” Fang kept mumbling to him.
Then suddenly, Tan’s body jerked and bent forward. Fang could only pray he’d reach the bathroom in time before Tan’s colorful mess came up.
Luckily, they did.
Fang reached the bathroom just in time, and Tan woke up. He helped him face the toilet so it wouldn’t go anywhere else. Tan gagged and gurgled, emptying everything he’d had earlier, and Fang could only pat his back and thank himself for his quick reflexes.
“It’s okay, let it all out,” he murmured, soothingly rubbing Tan’s back up and down.
Once Tan was done with his mess, he was wide awake. Fang flushed and helped him up when Tan muttered, “I need to pee….” Fang nodded and stepped out.
He sighed and glanced at the clock—almost 3 a.m. Then he looked at the mess on the floor and started cleaning up.
But then a loud shriek came from the bathroom “AHHHHH!!!”
Fang immediately rushed into the bathroom, his heart pounding.
“What’s wrong, Tan?” he asked as soon as he reached the doorframe.
Tan stood there with one hand clamped over his mouth and the other holding a thermometer. His hands were shaking, his eyes wide—Fang swore he could see his soul slipping out of his eye sockets.
“Tan, what happened? Are you hurt?” Fang started checking his elbows and back, just in case he’d fallen and hit himself somewhere.
But, oh boy, it was worse than that.
“Fang, I’m pregnant.”
“What the fuck, Tan?” Fang’s mouth twitched with bafflement and confusion. But Tan spoke with such certainty it almost made Fang hallucinate.
Tan’s reactions were always so comical, Fang wished he could tell whether he was joking or not. Tan was literally crying happy tears, moving his hand from his mouth to his stomach and caressing it like a pregnant mom. The bloating wasn’t helping either.
Fang could only groan and facepalm, watching his husband mistake his bloated stomach for a pregnancy.
“Look teerak, It is true!! We are going to be parents!!!” Tan pulled Fang into a tight hug, not even letting him see whatever pregnancy test he took to confirm this.
“Tan wait, lemme see-” Fang pushed him a little and snatched the thermometer out of his hand. It was just an old defective thermometer whose LED was not working and only shows two lines no matter where you shove it.
“Tan you are not pregnant. You are misunderstanding- did you just peed on the thermometer!?!?!” Fang threw the meter out of his hands to the floor. He was disgusted and so,so tired.
But no matter how much Fang lectured him, the man was not moving an inch. “Teerak, I know it is hard to believe but it is a miracle. I am creating a new life. I am nourishing our child. It is hard to take, yes, but you will love them as much as I love them.” Tan just launched into a sympathetic speech like he was mother mary or something. His hand didn’t move away from his stomach, still patting the bloating like it had a meaning– but all it had was oily chili garlic noodles and alcohol.
“Tan you need to stop, you are not pregnant-”
“Then how do you explain the morning sickness, I threw up in front of you, I am craving strawberries with mustard and I am showing too. Look!” He pointed at his belly again and now it was getting on Fang’s nerves. His jaw clinched and his head started throbbing.
“Did you puke your brain out too? We both are guys!!”
“BUT GUYS GET PREGNANT!!’
“WHERE?”
“IN OMEGAVERSE”
“.....”
“I got pregnant it means I am the omega.. And you are the alpha. It is your child in my belly.”
Fang was seething under his skin. ‘But we are not in omegaverse’ He doesn’t know if he wants to scold, laugh or cry at the stupidity his husband was spitting. One thing is for sure– he will not be drinking for a year or more. Fang did not agree to this in their vows.
Fang’s silence hurts Tan and his tears start to fall. “You are going to leave us alone like those typical alpha right? Kick me out of the apartment in the cold, making me starve and suffer in the real world while you find a mistress in my memories!” Tan was fully sobbing in his hands, his nose was runny, hiccups in between and convinced in his imagination.
Tan did not wait for response and marched with his weak legs towards the cupboard. “Wait- what are you doing?” Fang finally spoke when he saw him pulling out a suitcase with shaky hands. How did the alcohol not drain out of his system? Fang always underestimated his dramatic ass.
“I’m leaving with my baby. We will find a house for ourselves where we are appreciated.”
And that’s when Fang realised that no matter how much he tries– Tan will not understand a single logical thought from him. So he just..gave up.
He defeatingly walked up to Tan and pulled his hands from the suitcase. Tan’s tears were still there, clothes reeking of alcohol and he tried to protest the gentle hold but due to alcohol he was very weak at the moment.
“Tan, my love” Fang softly called but Tan’s stubbornness was skyrocketing, he didn't budge. “Tan, I am sorry..” Fang frowned because it was getting late and Tan was being difficult. He was not listening.
Plan B: He let go of his hands and wrapped his arms around his waist. Tan gasped at the sudden contact but before he could protest Fang placed his lips on his mouth, locking him into a gentle kiss for forgiveness– even tho he was just denying to accept the bloating as a baby.
It seems to work and Tan immediately loosen up his guard on Fang, moving his lips against his like everyday they do. Fang could also feel his shoulders relax at the sweet exchange and rubbed his hands on Tan’s back.
He parts slowly, giving Tan time to process– and potentially sober a bit. He rested his forehead against Tan.
“Let’s go to sleep, my love. We have to go to the doctor for your check up right?” Fang mumbled, falling into his act and assuring him.
“You are not going to leave me right?”Tan clutched his stomach protectively.
“Of course not. This is our baby. I will never abandon my two most precious people. I love you the most” Even though Tan stresses him out to his limits, Fang will never- ever leave Tan. He loves him more than life itself.
And just like that Tan broke into a huge smile which made his eyes squish at him and he wiped his nose. “I love you too Teerak.” He pulled Fang into a warm hug.
“Teerak… before we rest…”
Fang closed his eyes, totally not expecting anything. “What?”
“You hurt my feelings,” Tan said seriously. “The baby felt it.”
Fang opened his eyes, trying his best not to judge.“The baby… felt it.” or is it the food digesting itself?
“Yes,” Tan nodded. “You doubted us.”
Fang inhaled. Held it. Exhaled through his nose. Pulled away from the hug.
“What should I do for them to forgive me?”
Tan lifted his shirt just enough to expose his bloated stomach and looked at Fang with watery, expectant eyes. “You need to apologize.”
Fang stared.“…How?”
Tan patted his body’s food pouch. “Kiss the baby and we will forgive you.”
There was a long, empty silence where Fang reconsidered every life choice he’d ever made that led him here. But on the other hand, he didn’t mind it. Fang has never been a super affectionate one but he loves showering Tan with kisses and bites when they are together.
So without hesitation he slowly kneeled down on the floor and pressed the most endearing, softest kiss imaginable to Tan’s stomach.
Tan smiled widely and pulled Fang up, “Thank you so much for accepting us. I know you will be the best alpha daddy to your children.”
Fang almost snorted at that. Not a single child but children–yeah Tan is too deep into this.
“And you will be the best papa ever.” Fang added and grabbed his hand, guiding him to the bed. He could only hope Tan falls asleep immediately instead of yapping.
As soon as they hit the bed Tan started shuffling in his position. Turning around left’n right, trying to find a perfect position. God knows how he is not tired after so much nonsense.
“No, not like that,” Tan murmured, already tugging Fang closer. “ Teerak, come closer.”
Fang barely had the energy to protest before Tan guided his head onto his chest, fingers threading gently through his hair. Tan then wrapped one arm snugly around Fang’s shoulders and pressed the other hand firmly over his own stomach, trapping Fang there.
“There,” Tan said, satisfied.
Fang let out a muffled sigh against Tan’s chest. “Tan… ”
Tan replied calmly. “The baby needs their alpha daddy’s scent and warmth around them.”
Fang went very still. At this point he was just talking to himself.
“This feels good,” Tan nodded, completely serious. He adjusted Fang again, nudging his head until it rested just right over his heart. “Stay like this. Don’t move.”
Fang’s face heated, but he was too tired to argue. He could hear Tan’s heartbeat, steady and warm, and despite himself, his body relaxed into it. The ‘baby’ was making alienated noise like waves and Tan was squealing at the feeling.
Tan stroked his hair absentmindedly. “See? The baby is calm now.”
“Mhm,” Fang mumbled, voice already thick with sleep. “Good… baby…”
“That’s right,” Tan whispered proudly. “Such a good alpha daddy.”
Fang meant to respond—But the warmth, the weight of Tan’s arm, and the steady rise and fall of his chest dragged him under.
Tan smiled softly, holding him there.
And kept talking about baby blankets long after Fang fell asleep.