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wwx is an omega, 5 months pregnant, and homeless after being kicked out by his foster family. He’s crying on a park bench when he meets lwj, a mysterious alpha who claims he’s a businessman. Lwj offers wwx a place to stay—his own home.
The park bench is cold under wwx’s thighs when he sits on it. Or more like crumples upon it. Yu Furen spared no mercy for him when he told her he was pregnant. It was a drunken one night stand, one that wwx had no recollection of except for the
pleasant scent that the alpha seemed to carry, lingering in wwx’s senses even 5 months after. She had taken one look at him, on his knee’s, his head bowed to the floor, /begging/, and had told him to get out.
She said it with the barest of whispers that wwx had jolted upright, shock reverberating his body. Yu Furen started shouting after, calling him every insult in the book until finally wwx had packed a measly backpack of essentials and left.
So here he is now on a park bench with nothing to his name except the belongings on his back and a growing child in his womb. What will he do? With no one to turn to, no where to live, jobless and pregnant? How will his child survive?
wwx shudders, fighting back the urge to just let all his emotions flood out of him at once. He refuses to cry. He hasn’t cried since he was in eight grade. And yet wwx feels the hot trails roll down his cheeks, staining his skin with unbidden sorrows. He curls in on himself,
head buried in his hands to cover his face so no one passing by can see his shame. His humiliation. wwx sobs, he wails, and his sour scent leaks out of him until he’s almost sure he can /feel/ the disgusted look other people are throwing at him.
He really can’t help it. wwx is, for once in his life after bouncing back from being knocked down so many times, hopeless. He is utterly and entirely hopeless. wwx inhales shakily, his breath catching so hard on a sob that he chokes.
Impossibly, it makes him cry even harder to where he can’t even see between the gaps of his fingers, his vision clouded and blurred. His whole world is crashing down around him in a blaze of fire and wwx has nothing to help him put it out. He feels like he’s suffocating
on the fumes. He’s so consumed by his grief that he doesn’t notice the alpha on one knee in front of him until he makes himself known. “Here.” wwx startles, lifting his head to see a fresh bottle of water being thrusted in front of him.
wwx quickly wipes away the tears in his eyes, even if it turns to be fruitless due to the new ones quickly replacing them. With shaking hands he takes the bottle from the man, clumsily opening the cap with a crack and chugging half of it’s contents in one go.
“Slow,” the man—alpha, wwx realizes, says. “You’ll choke.” And he’s right because not even two seconds later wwx’s breath stutters once again and he inhales the water down the wrong pipe. Coughing, he feels a hand gently run up and down his back.
It’s soothing. The hand warm and big. Kind. It makes wwx want to fall apart again. wwx takes in the sight of this kind stranger. He’s tall, broad, and obviously an alpha. His black hair is short, and he’s wearing an expensive business suit like he’s heading to work.
Something about him… his smell… it’s familiar. wwx cannot place why. “Are you alright?” The man asks. wwx jolts out of his thoughts and realizes that scrutinizing this man has helped him calm down somewhat.
“I’m okay,” wwx says. The alpha removes his hand from wwx’s back, stands up, and takes a seat beside the omega on the bench. Like this, their bodies right next to each other, wwx feels small compared to him. Gosh, his scent is really so soothing. Sandalwood
and alpha musk…. Silence weighs heavy between them, or at least heavy on wwx. From the corner of his eye he see’s the alpha turn his head to him. “Why were you crying?” He asks, gruff but not unkind. wwx hesitates.
He’s never really allowed himself to be vulnerable with others. Scared of the outcome, the reaction, the inevitable way that the person would judge him. Abandon him. He’s always prided himself on never needing help, instead being the one to help others, even if it
was unusual for an omega. But wwx has always been different. Yet, right now, in front of this alpha who has so kindly offered him a helping hand… wwx wants to spill everything. He /wants/ someone to listen and to care.
“I’m pregnant,” wwx blurts. The alpha stiffens beside him, but he takes no notice of it. The alpha shifts quietly. “How far along?” wwx ducks his head. “Five months now,” he answers. “….Do you…not want it?” The man asks stiltedly.
Oh, it must look like wwx is crying because this baby is unwanted, he realizes belatedly. And while it was, at first, wwx finds himself loathe to ever think of even getting rid of it. “It was a surprise—I don’t even know who the father is,” wwx says.