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Chris groaned, washing out his mouth.
What’s been going on with me lately?
He almost never got stomach bugs, but he supposed it was just bad luck.
I should call out again.
Chris straightened, leaving his bathroom and dialing Weskers phone number.
“Hello, Chris what is it?”
Chris leaned against the wall, still feeling slightly nauseous.
“Hey, I just need to let you know I’m still sick, so I can’t come in today.”
He said, staring out the window.
“Again?”
Wesker sounded slightly annoyed.
“Yeah, I have a doctors appointment scheduled for tomorrow, so hopefully they’ll give me answers.”
***
Chris tapped his foot, feeling anxious, as the doctor re entered the room.
“Do you know what’s wrong with me?”
The doctor hesitated glancing at his chart.
“Do you think your alpha could come here?”
Chris tensed.
“No, he’s at work, what’s wrong?”
Well they hadn’t fully bonded yet, but he’d rather not tell them that. The doctor looked up.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, you're pregnant.”
Chris’s heart dropped at the doctor's words. The doctor continued talking, but he could barely hear him.
What are we going to do?
Wesker and him hadn’t fully talked about their relationship, they’d gone on dates and slept together, but they weren’t official, and they’d only been doing that for a year!
What if he breaks up with me? Should I get rid of it?
Wesker didn’t need to know, he’d just get rid of it, it’d make things far simpler that way.
***
“You look like shit.”
Jill told him after examining him.
“Yeah I’ve recovered but I’m still tired.”
He lied.
“Well I’m to have you back on the team.”
Barry grinned, slapping him on the back.
“Glad to be back.”
He told them, catching Wesker's eyes, and looking away.
He doesn’t need to know.
He reminded himself.
***
Chris grimaced down at the article.
More deaths, what’s going on here?
S.T.A.R.S. would soon be sent into handle ir, and he hoped
“Chris, talk to me in my office.”
Chris paused, wondering what he wanted.
I got my paperwork done in a relatively good condition and on time, I don’t think I’ve done anything to get in trouble.
Unless Wesker wanted him in his office.
Either way it was best not to ignore him so he approached Wesker's office, the man closing the door behind him, Chris turned around, finding Wesker standing in front of him.
“What’s really going on with you Chris?”
Chris swallowed.
“Like I said I had a stomach bug.”
Wesker reached out, stroking his face.
“Oh Chris I told you not to lie to me, i noticed your scent changed.”
I can’t hide it from him anymore.
Chris swallowed, trying to hide his anxiety.
“I’m pregnant, doctor confirmed it.”
Wesker didn’t respond for a long moment, and Chris felt anxiety rise up.
“You don’t have to worry about it, I wasn’t planning on keeping it.”
Chris said, trying to smooth things over.
“No need.”
Chris looked up, seeing a calculated expression on Wesker’s face.
“What do you mean?”
Wesker continued to stroke his face.
“It means I’ll take care of you."