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“Fuck. Fuck.” Shane muttered as he approached the looming frat house, it was actually quite a small frat house, with a few pledges out on the front lawn in the evening, a soft beat of music coming from the back a faint smell of barbecue wafting through the air. Ordinarily the house seemed huge with the large amount of people around, loud music and a faint smell of weed tainting it.
An overwhelming scent of horned up alphas and slicked omegas, now replaced with a calm scent of a large group of alphas. Alpha Sigma Phi was an alpha-only frat, and with no party on tonight, the resident brothers and a few others mingled around the house on the Thursday evening. Amongst those alphas was Ilya Rozanov.
Ilya was in there. Probably in his room, probably with someone.
But Shane needed to see him. Ordinarily the sight of Ilya with other people, especially women, makes him sick. He avoids it like the plague. It is why he does not attend parties, only coming here if Ilya asks him too, because if Ilya asks him it means he wants to fuck him.
Taking a deep breath, mustering up the courage with tears brewing in his eyes, Shane approached closer. He stinks of distressed omega, even he can smell it. He had been given looks since he began his walk to the house. A rather long walk from his dorm, his legs shaking from both fatigue and emotion.
One of the pledges he recognised Luca, a sweet guy who he knew Ilya favourited, saw him. He looked curiously at him, scenting the air to confirm the emotional omega he could smell was Shane. He grimaced; a couple of the other pledges following suit. They were young and a distressed omega scent was a lot for their senses. A lot for anyone's really.
Shane did not allow the looks and worries to stop him, finally crossing the grass in front of the house to the front door.
“Shane? You probably don’t want to go in. Um, Ilya, has someone,” Luca paused when Shane still made his way to the front door opening it, “in his room.” He dragged on but Shane was already inside, Luca on his heels.
“Go get him.” Shane’s voice cracked, his body only able to make it to the middle of the foyer, his head gesturing to the stairs to his right.
“What?” Luca asked.
“Go get him.” Shane’s body betrayed him, a sob he tried to hide escaping loudly, his legs now shaking harshly. His scent an unbearable stench as his body slowly gave out from under him. His legs sprawled to the side as deep, guttural sobs left him.
“Fuck, what’s wron-Hollander?” Bood appeared running into the foyer as he heard the cries, followed by Marlow and Barrett. “What the fuck Luca?” Bood questioned, about to approach the younger but Shane’s plea stops him.
“Go get him.” Shane sniffled, his head raising to look Bood in the eye. The man knew who Shane was talking about. Bood looked to the other two who walked in with him with questioning eyes, they shrugged their shoulders in response.
“Fuck, Luca go get him.” Marlow snapped, his own scent harshening as his senses were overwhelmed. All the alphas around were, Bood beginning to try and release calming pheromones, but they were rejected by Shane as he whimpered and unconsciously shuffled away from the alpha.
Luca listened to the command and ran up the stairs, seemingly towards Ilya’s room. Shane could not hear what was going on; different people appeared with concern as they heard the cries and scented the air, Bood tried to shoo them away but he himself was beginning to freak out.
“I-I don’t know he just-” Luca could be heard stuttering.
“Shane!” A loud, worried yell broke Shane out of his trance, looking up to see Ilya. Shirtless, with low sitting grey sweatpants on. A girl Shane did not recognise was walking behind him, a beta, who herself had worry etched on her face. “Shane, baby, what’s wrong?” Ilya questioned squatting to be face-to-face with the omega.
“I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know what to do.” He cried, Ilya instinctually reaching to wrap his arms around the omega, releasing his scent to softly comfort him. The Russian’s hand gently placed on the back of Shane’s neck, his hand big enough to reach both of Shane’s scent glands on either side of his neck.
“It’s okay, okay, I am always here for you.” Shane calmed his sobs turning to soft sniffles and cries, his scent lessening but still tainted with sadness.
“I’ll go.” The girl said, meeting Shane’s eyes as he laid his head on Ilya’s shoulder. “I hope you feel better, darling.” Shane nodded in thanks, the girl smiled nicely at him, retreating out of the front door.
“Take him to your room, Rozy.” Marlow said, Ilya nodded. Shane whined as the alpha stood, his arms wrapping around his neck. Ilya’s hands encircled his waist, lifting Shane so his feet did not touch the ground. The crowd around them grew, but a quick glare from their president made them disperse.
“Warm up a heat pad, Bood.” Ilya whispered, quiet to not disturb Shane. Footsteps left the room, as Ilya carried Shane gently up the stairs to his room. A familiar path for Shane, but one he has never taken whilst being cradled in someone’s arms. In Ilya’s arms.
“Here we are.” Ilya whispered, a click of a door sounding out as they passed the threshold into the president’s room. He was the only alpha who had his own room, the rest sharing. It was the biggest room in the house. It was a mess, his old tartan bedsheets ruffled up, it makes Shane sick to think it was because of that girl.
“You haven’t been here for a while so the room has gone to shit.” Ilya laughed, placing Shane down at the foot of the bed, Shane sitting up as he regained as much composure as he could. Most of their recent hook-ups happened in Shane’s dorm since his roommate and best friend Hayden had been staying at his girlfriend’s.
Whenever they did hook-up here Shane instinctually cleaned the room. Making the bed, putting clothes back in the closet or the laundry basket, cleaning ash trays, turning off whatever porn Ilya had on his laptop and trashing the mountain of tissues on the desk.
“I’ll clean later.” Shane mumbled, his head downcast.
“No, baby, that’s not what I meant.” Ilya dragged his desk chair to sit in front of Shane, his hand reaching under his chin to lift his head up. “Not when you’re like this.”
Shane’s eyes glazed over with tears as they stared into each others eyes. Ilya looked curious, worried, and fearful. “What is wrong? You’re so distressed, is not good.” Ilya’s accent thickened as his worry grew, English was always harder for him when he was emotional.
Instead of speaking, Shane reached into his large hoodie pocket, lifting out the stick he had just spent ten minutes crying over before coming over. Ilya looked confused, but took the stick gently from Shane’s hands.
“Oh, fuck.” Ilya held it tightly his head snapping from the stick to Shane, back and forth, over and over again. “Fuck, oh, that’s-your-”
“Pregnant.”
“Fuck.” Ilya’s hand smacked over his mouth. “I should not swear, not with a ba-” Ilya stopped himself as he saw Shane’s face. The omega was red, tears stained his face as his scent still seemed distressed. “When did you find out?”
“Today, like an hour ago. I,” he coughed and sniffled, “came straight here. My-My omega came straight here.” He reddened, a now shy blush covering his face. Ilya just stared at him.
His hands moving to hold Shane’s, placing the pregnancy test next to Shane on the bed. He engulfed Shane’s hands and held them up to his lips, planting soft kisses to them.
“It’s yours. In-In case you were wondering, I-“
“I know baby, of course alpha knows.” The soft words sent a shiver down Shane’s spine. Still cupping his hands, Ilya placed them into Shane’s lap as he leaned down so his head lay in the omega’s lap too.
They stayed like this for a few moments. The alphas pheromones releasing at a small rate, a calming musk engulfing Shane as he released his hands from Ilya’s grip. Moving them to run through the alpha’s curls. His own scent softening into an undisturbed one.
Shane knew what he and Ilya had was different. Was different to what Ilya had with Svetlana. Was different to any of the people Ilya was with.
They never wanted to admit it. Shane was a hyper focused, neurotic hockey player who wanted to go pro, who was going to go pro. With parents who breathed down his neck, a mother whose dream was for her son to make it to the big leagues. He struggled eating, socialising, understanding anything but hockey.
Ilya was a playboy, party animal who filled his life with sex void of emotions and stupid jokes to distract from his depressed emotions. To distract from the fact he wishes he had loving parents who wanted to know his every move. Disallowing himself to mourn his mother, to even think about his father, or his brother in Russia. He struggled letting people in, letting them truly get to know him.
But Shane knew him. He confessed his feelings about his father when he had dementia and his confusion when his father passed and people thought he was weird for not grieving. Told him about his mother; what happened to her and how much he loved her.
And Ilya knew Shane. He knew that his diet was more than a need to keep fit for hockey. He came to his games; there to celebrate if he won and stop him crumbling if he lost. He understood his quirks, never laughed when he folded his clothes before sex, did not poke fun when others would.
And now there was a third person in the mix.
“So, what do you want to do?” Ilya finally lifted his head, heaving a deep sigh to concentrate now on a serious conversation.
“I-I don’t know.”
Before Ilya could reply, a soft knock interrupted. “I made a hot water bottle, do you want me to bring it in? I can leave it out here.” Bood spoke.
“Just pass it to me.” Ilya said, the door opened gently and a hand appeared an arm passing through to reach Ilya’s out stretched one. “Thanks.” He muttered, the door shutting as fast as it opened.
“Here.” Ilya was about to lay it on Shane’s stomach.
“W-Wait, ca-can I? I don’t know if it’s good for the-“ He stuttered out.
“Oh right, wait.” Ilya reached for his phone, tapping away at the screen before smiling gently. “It says it’s fine, as long as it is not on bump, put it between your thighs, baby.” Shane parted his legs slightly and allowed the soft, warm covered bottle to be placed there.
“There are options, yes? For you.” Ilya stated, going back to the conversation they desperately needed to have.
“Yeah, there is.” Shane nodded, clearing his throat. “I could have an abortion.” Ilya nodded, not showing disdain or bother like Shane thought he might. “Th-That means I can get rid of it, do you have abortions in Russia?”
“Yes, but they are hard to get. Very discouraged. But is good option here? It would be easy for you if you want?” Ilya asked.
“Yeah, especially here. I can have one up to 23 weeks, which is five months.” Shane smiled gently, watching as Ilya’s eyes just stared at Shane’s flat stomach. “If I were to go back home it would be the same.” He added.
“And what if you don’t want?” Ilya questioned, his hand now moving to cup Shane’s thighs, gently massaging the flesh.
“I could go through with the pregnancy and then put the baby up for adoption.” Ilya nodded. “Or I could find adoptive parents while pregnant, and then as soon as I have them they can go with their new parents straightaway.”
“Like surrogate?” Ilya questioned, looking up to Shane’s eyes.
“Kinda, surrogates get pregnant knowing they are going to give the baby to someone else. Before they-you know-actually get pregnant.” Ilya nodded in understanding, Shane was surprised he knew what a surrogate was, Ilya was always smarter than he made himself out to be.
“Or I can carry them full term and parent them.” Ilya’s nod was less enthusiastic this time. Shane gulped, worried.
“We parent them.” Ilya stated.
“Huh?”
“You carry and keep. We keep, we parent. Together.”
“Oh.” Shane’s eyes glistened over again, a lump reaching his throat. “Of course, together.”
“But only if you want. We have options.” Ilya added, his hand reaching to stroke Shane’s cheek, catching a tear gently as it fell.
“And you’ll be there no matter which I pick?” Shane challenged.
“Always.” Ilya replied.
“I’ll need to book a doctor’s appointment. Fuck, I don’t know how to do that.” Shane groaned. “I don’t want coach to find out or the team, I think they get most of my medical records I don’t know if that’s a secret. What if my parents see it?“
“They will not. Canada law number one thousand, no one can peek at cute omegas medical records.” Ilya stated, Shane chuckled lightly.
“I forgot about that law.” He smiled, looking into Ilya’s eyes.
“Is good law.” Ilya muttered. His face leaned in, lips softly meeting Shane’s. “We can make appointment together. Like we made baby.”
“Ilya.” Shane whined, laughing as Ilya pushed him to lay his back onto the bed. The alpha laying on his side leaning about him.
“So,” Ilya spoke, “which time do you think we made them?”
“Ilya.” Shane smacked his chest, giving him a useless stern look.
“I think probably floor sex a month ago. I still have carpet burn.” Shaw laughed as Ilya spoke.
“No way, I think it was when you came over when Hayden went to Jackie’s and you didn’t even wait before we shut the door before you bent me over.”
“Hey, I shut the door!” Ilya protested.
“Yeah, by fucking me against it!”
“That was me being resourceful.”
“Resourceful, really?” Shane laughed.
As the two carried on their evening, with soft spoke jabs and conversation, Shane knew it would be okay. Even if he did not know what he wanted, what it would mean to him, for Ilya, for anyone. He knew he did not have to face it alone.
After a long while of lying together, Ilya sprung up and demanded they both go down and eat. Stating the others have definitely finished cooking by now. Hand in hand, Shane followed Ilya as he guided them down the stairs and out into the backyard.
Guys were dotted around the area, some sat inside eating whilst watching whatever sports game was on. Most were outside. The sky a warm orange as the sun began to slowly set. The colder Canadian weather not deterring them all from being out.
“Burger?” Ilya asked.
“Maybe just some salad.” Shane replied.
“Hmm, yes, salad and burger. Good choice.” Ilya nodded, leaving Shane to pick a seat as he wandered to the barbecue manned by Marlow. Shane rolled his eyes as his request was denied.
“Shane, sit here, bud. Ilya can sit next to you.” Troy Barrett gestured his hand for Shane to approach, standing up from his own chair to move further down so now two free chairs were next to each other.
“Thanks.” Shane smiled lightly, sitting at the table.
“Are you feeling better? You don’t smell as stressed.” Barrett asked, before taking a big bite of the hot dog in front of him.
“Yeah, thanks.” Shane mumbled. No matter how many times he’s been here, he still didn’t know the guys well. Ilya mostly kept Shane in his room, for reasons which were obvious.
“Here you go. Burger, salad, ginger ale. Perfect.” Ilya placed his and Shane plates down. They were virtually identical, except Ilya’s was accompanied by a can of cola.
“Cranberry ginger ale, a very important distinction.” Barrett stated.
“Why?” Ilya questioned, following Troy’s lead and stuffing food in his face.
“Because it’s way better.”
Shane would not agree. He liked cranberry ginger ale, but ordinary ginger ale was better. They usually always had normal ginger ale stocked, someone must of been drinking them.
Shit.
Could Shane drink it now? Were pregnant people allowed to drink pop? A slight panic set in as Shane stared at the can, luckily it did not reach his scent, as no one turned to him in curiosity.
“Ilya.” He whispered. The Russian turned to him, mouth full with what Shane hopes is sauce on his lips. “Nevermind.”
He shook his head, instead reaching for his phone which laid in the pocket of his hoodie. Opening it and searching on safari.
Ilya snooped over his shoulder, eyes widening as Shane typed.
Can pregnant omegas drink ginger ale?
Ilya roughly coughed, almost choking on his food. The shock that despite their conversation earlier, Shane was most definitely pregnant and now had to live like it.
“Eat, Shane.” Ilya stated, after the search found that he could indeed drink ginger ale and any kind of pop still. It even said it was good for morning sickness.
Oh god, is he going to get morning sickness?
“Who made these?” Shane asked, looking to Ilya. Still not taking a bite of his food.
“Bood but Marly stands near grill so he can pretend he did.” Shane laughs at that.
“Fuck Roz, don’t embarrass me in front of a hot omega.” Marlow cringed.
“You won’t be able to see hot omega if you call him hot omega again.” Ilya glared, teeth gritted.
“All he needed to do was scare the shit of the frat and now you get your head out of your ass and lock him down? Fucking finally, dude.” Marlow laughed, and so do the others who could hear.
“Yes, he cried and begged me to only fuck him for rest of life. I had to agree.”
“Ilya, fuck off.” Shane glared, using his signature stern voice. Ilya winked at him, his hand raising to softly massage Shane’s scent gland for a moment.
“How’s the hockey season, Shane?” Luca asked, the only pledge sat at their table.
“Good, we’re winning, just knocked Mount Royal down.” He smiled. Shane could talk about hockey. Hockey could take his mind of the baby.
How the fuck was he going to play hockey whilst pregnant with a baby?
“It’s the playoffs soon baby, another W for UBC on its way.” Marlow added, he was a big hockey fan, Shane knew that.
“You’re fucking destroying, man. Cinched your playoff spot early and already beating the shit out of them.” Bood laughed.
“We haven’t technically got a spot yet.”
“Yes, you have. There is no way anyone can get enough points to knock you out.” Ilya added, leaning over to Shane’s plate, picking up his untouched burger and lifting it to his mouth.
Shane instinctually opening his mouth and taking a bite. Placing the burger back down, Ilya cracked open his can of Ginger ale and lifted the can up. Shane took it in his hand, gulping a good amount down, before handing it back to the alpha to place back down.
He didn’t know what he was going to do. How he was going to make it through to the end of hockey season by March. He doesn’t know how far along he is, but assuming he’s like most people he’s probably six weeks. Meaning he’ll be still in his first trimester by the end of the season. Enough time to have the baby and prepare for the draft.
But who the fuck is going to draft the omega who got knocked up? Who was so reckless? Even if he’s the top point-scorer, even if he leads in both goals and assists, even if he’s a token diversity hire.
“Shane.” The omega looked up to Ilya. A stern look on his face, his head nodded towards his plate. “Eat.”
Eat.
He could do that.