Page 20 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

Chapter 11

Ryan

Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed. I ran out of the break room potluck with everyone there, puked in the bathroom, and now Marcus is looking at me, completely stunned. I looked down at my shoes and wished the ground would swallow me up. I was still shocked at how suddenly nauseous I had gotten from smelling the food. I had been looking forward to it, Marcus had even sat down next to me, and then I had to run out, puking. Everyone at the firm had seen me. How fucking embarrassing. Even worse, this all happened in front of Marcus, who always looks perfect and probably now doesn't want anything to do with an embarrassing omega.

I wiped my face with my hand. I was still tearing up. I needed to pull it together fast before anyone else came in. I didn't know how I was going to keep it together when Marcus was obviously horrified at what just happened. I must have puke on my shirt, because that's what he was staring at. I looked down, but didn't see anything. I wiped down my shirt with my hands, then held it out checking for stains. I didn't see any but I did see that my baby bump was definitely there. I blanched as the evidence of my newfound pregnancy was staring me in the face.

"Ryan, I hate to ask this now, but let's go in my office so you can lay down. Actually, Eric has a couch. Do you want to lay down in his office until you feel better? Well, maybe first I think we need to go in my office and ...talk about this."

Oh God. Oh God, he was going to dump me and we had just gotten together. Not only that, but I think I was pregnant with his child! Fuck. I didn't want to be dumped. I wanted to go home. Snuggle up on the couch with tea, the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and a soft blanket.

"No, actually I just want to go home. I think I'll go home. I mean I just puked at work, that should allow me some sick leave, right?" I gave a halfhearted smile to Marcus. He was staring at my bump, which I was pretty sure was a baby bump. Dammit, Lance was right.

I swallowed and turned towards the door. Marcus put a hand on my arm and stopped me. I didn't turn to look at him, I was too embarrassed. I looked down at my feet, but I saw the baby bump and closed my eyes instead. "Hey, how about I take you home, or to my place. I've got a maid that can take care of you while I come back and work."

I shook my head. I wanted to go home, to my own things, not shuffled off to some maid I had never met in Marcus's penthouse. I mean that was very nice of him, but I wanted to be at home. I wanted my own things. And Lance. I wanted to cry on Lance's shoulder. I was so fucked. My parents were going to be livid. I was pregnant outside of marriage and hadn't even really been dating the father of my baby! Oh my God, they were going to kill me. How long could I hide this?

"Do you have anyone to help you out? I can get my driver to get you some soup, ginger ale and crackers. Let me take you home and get you settled. I'll stop back after work, Ok?" I didn't want Marcus to see my tiny apartment that I shared with Lance. Not after seeing the amazing penthouse that Marcus lived in. I rubbed my face with my hands.

"Wouldn't it look odd for you to be taking an employee home? No partner ever does that." It was true. If anyone got sick during the day they went home themselves. If Marcus to took an employee home, that wasn't going to raise plenty of eyebrows.

"Alright. I see your point. I just don't want to leave you when you're ill. Can I at least have my driver pick up some supplies for you and take you home? Then I'll still stop by after work."

I sighed. I wanted Marcus more than a soft blanket and tea, but I was so embarrassed from the running and puking. And the fact that I think he might dump me. And I was pregnant with his kid. At least I was pretty sure I was pregnant. And he didn't know. Yet. What a clusterfuck. And just a month ago I was bored to tears in Mercado's section. What the hell happened to my life?.

"Sure. I'm just really tired, but I don't feel nauseous anymore. I think maybe-" Did I really want to tell him I think the smells set me off? That was a sure sign I was pregnant. Fuck. "I'm fine, just tired. Is there any ginger ale here? Or something like that? If you send someone to bring me a can of ginger ale and some tortilla chips, I'll keep working. I think, uh, it must have just been...something." That sounded so lame. He was never going to believe that.

"Come on, it's me here. You don't need to fake that you're feeling fine, or that you aren't embarrassed as hell at puking at work. Let me take care of you. Let them talk, I can spin it however. I'm an attorney, remember?"

That got me smiling and glancing up at Marcus. He smiled back at me. He was so fucking gorgeous. Let the hot man take care of me? Sure, I guess I could handle that.

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I didn't wantto think of how much it cost to have a driver on call. His driver, Bill, if I remembered correctly, pulled up right when we got off the elevator on the ground floor. We managed to get off the law firm's floor without running into anyone other than Meredith and the front desk secretary. Everyone knew about my "puke run" now, so I think going home was pretty much the only thing I could do. I just hoped no one thought too much about Marcus taking me home.

"Did you tell anyone you were taking me home? Or that you had your car take me home? I'm just worried about--"

"I know. Get in." I slid into the back seat, flushing as I remembered the last time I had been in here. God, that seemed so long ago.

"Could you tell him your address? And Bill, we'll need to stop on the way for whatever Ryan needs like ginger ale, crackers, was that it?"

He really was going to take care of me. I just stared at Marcus, amazed at how unlike any other alpha he was. God, I wished we could be together. Please let him not dump me.

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Marcus

It was hard to go back to work after dropping Ryan off. He wouldn't let me go up to his apartment to help him get settled in. That made me wonder a little bit. Was he not really rooming with another omega like he had told me? I made myself drop those thoughts, though. I decided I needed to let my suspicious nature, thanks to being a divorce attorney, drop off and die if I was going to have any chance of making this relationship work.

So I kissed Ryan on the forehead and was now back at work answering questions about Ryan- "He's fine and at home now"- and trying to focus on my cases. This was damn hard when I was pretty sure Ryan was pregnant. Had he been embarrassed earlier because he knew I knew? Had he been trying to keep it from me? He had been wearing sweatpants and even those were snug around his middle!

I tried to tamp down my anger at Ryan for keeping this from me because I didn't know for sure that he had. It was hard as hell, though. I watched the clock like crazy, just waiting until I could leave without looking like I was slacking. As a partner I had to put in the long hours but hell, I couldn't even concentrate today. I needed to leave. The clock showed 5:45 P.M. That was good enough. If any of the partners had a problem with it, they could talk to me.

I called my driver and met him downstairs. "Take me to Ryan's." I smiled. I loved being able to say that. I hoped we could get this straightened out. Was he pregnant? Did he know, and for how long? Would he let me be there for him all the way? Including... I couldn't even think it. I swear I was going to break out in hives just thinking of the "m" word - marriage.

Bill pulled up to Ryan's apartment. "Thanks. I'll call you when I need you. I may be here awhile or not long at all. I don't know yet."

"Sounds good. Just give me a call." I patted the back of Bill's headrest and got out of the car. It wasn't in a part of the city I'd ever lived in, but at least they had a secure door and a doorman. I looked on the list of names to find his apartment number, 17B. I rode up and knocked on the door. I could hear noises coming from inside, but it didn't sound like Ryan. His roommate must be home.

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