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The morning had begun normally, right up until the moment Rishi’s body suddenly betrayed him.
The nausea hit fast and violently. Rishi barely had time to react before rushing into the nearest bathroom in his office. He bent over the sink, shoulders shaking as the wave of sickness came. Even after it finally passed, he stayed there for a long moment, both hands gripping the cold porcelain edge, breathing unevenly.
His body ached in a strange way. It was not the familiar exhaustion after nights of too little sleep and too much work. This felt different. Softer, weaker, unsettling.
Rishi splashed water on his face and looked up at himself in the mirror. His reflection looked the same as always. Neat, composed, perfectly controlled. The face of a man who could stand in front of cameras, answer questions, and run an entire country without letting anything slip.
But he knew something was wrong. The thought made his hands tremble slightly.
“I need to see you.” Rishi’s voice was quiet when he said it over the phone. On the other end of the line, Keir Starmer paused for a moment. It was rare to hear that tone from Rishi.
“Can’t you tell me now?” Keir asked.
“No,” Rishi answered immediately. He hesitated for a second, as if carefully choosing his words. “This is something private. Just between us.”
Keir frowned slightly at that. There was something in Rishi’s voice that caught his attention. It was not only the seriousness, but something else he could almost imagine even through memory.
Rishi’s pheromones were usually controlled with extreme care. To the outside world, Rishi Sunak was an alpha. A perfect alpha. Polished, disciplined, exactly the sort of image the Conservative Party preferred. But Keir knew the truth. He knew what Rishi actually smelled like. It was not the faint, neutral scent he presented in public, but the warm, soft pheromones of an omega. It was a scent that always stirred the alpha instinct in him in a way that was difficult to ignore.
And today, even through a short phone call, Keir had the strange feeling that the scent in his memory had shifted. Softer than usual. Deeper. Almost as if it were searching for something.
He did not understand why. But his memories of Rishi were vivid.
He remembered the first time he truly smelled Rishi’s pheromones. The bathroom door in Parliament had swung open, and Rishi had been sitting on the floor against the wall, his tie loosened and his hair damp with sweat. His body had been shaking, knees pulled close to his chest as he tried to endure something he could barely control.
Rishi had looked up at him then, eyes glassy with desperation. “Don’t tell anyone,” he had whispered.
But the pheromones had already filled the room. Sweet, hot, frantic. An omega in heat trying desperately to stay quiet inside a building full of alphas.
Keir had stepped forward almost automatically. When he knelt in front of him, Rishi grabbed the front of his shirt, fingers trembling as if it were the only thing keeping him steady.
Keir still remembered that moment clearly. Rishi’s smaller body shaking when he pulled him into his arms. The warm scent of his pheromones surrounding them.
He remembered the soft sound Rishi made when Keir touched the back of his neck.
He remembered the way Rishi finally leaned against him, as if he had been exhausted from holding himself together for far too long.
The memory made Keir breathe out slowly.
By that afternoon, he still found himself stopping by the Prime Minister’s office.
“Are you about to go into heat again?”
Keir shrugged off his coat as he spoke, his tone light and teasing, as if the subject were nothing unusual. Inside the closed doors of the Prime Minister’s office, they did not have to pretend the way they did in public.
Rishi stood beside his desk, his posture straight but his expression darker than usual. “No,” he said quietly. Then he stepped forward.
Step by step, the distance between them closed. Along with it came the familiar scent of his pheromones, faint but growing clearer in the air. Keir inhaled instinctively and immediately felt his body respond.
The alpha instinct in him disliked this uncertain closeness. It wanted to pull the omega closer, to claim the scent properly, to make sure it belonged to him.
Keir exhaled softly. Before he had time to think further, his hand was already resting on Rishi’s shoulder, drawing him closer. Rishi did not resist. If anything, he leaned into Keir almost unconsciously, as if his body had already made the decision for him. Keir lowered his head and kissed him. The kiss began gently but deepened quickly. Rishi’s scent filled Keir’s senses in a way that made his head spin with familiarity. It brought back too many memories.
Evenings when Rishi arrived late, still perfectly dressed in his tailored suit, but the moment the door closed he would relax completely. His tie loosened. His hair slightly disheveled when Keir pulled him closer. The way Rishi always tried to remain composed, yet the moment Keir kissed the side of his neck his breathing would falter. The quiet sounds Rishi only ever made when they were alone.
Now Rishi was being pushed back toward the sofa. He let out a short breath when his back met the soft cushions while Keir leaned over him, one hand braced behind him.
“Do you want me to make you feel better?” Keir murmured.
His voice was low and almost certain of the answer. Whether Rishi said yes or no rarely mattered. By morning, Rishi usually woke up tangled in blankets, exhausted, curled against him as if it were the only place he could truly rest.
But this time Rishi suddenly gripped Keir’s shoulders.
“Keir,” he said, his breathing still uneven. “There’s something important I need to tell you.”
Keir was already kissing his way down the side of Rishi’s neck, his lips brushing sensitive skin that made Rishi inhale sharply.
“What is it?” he murmured. “You can tell me tomorrow morning.”
“Keir!” Rishi’s voice was firmer this time.
He pushed Keir’s head back. The gesture was not strong, but it was enough for Keir to realize he was serious. Keir studied him for a few seconds before finally sighing and pulling back slightly.
“Alright,” he said. “I’m listening.”
Rishi sat upright on the sofa. His hair was slightly messy from the kiss, and Keir’s pheromones still lingered in the air, making his body tremble faintly. But his expression was completely serious now.
Something about that look made Keir tense.
Rishi stayed silent for a few seconds, as if gathering every bit of courage he had.
Then he said quietly,
“I’m pregnant.”
The room fell silent.