"I want to pick up some pregnancy tests and come back. I'd like you to take them, but I'm pretty sure that you're probably pregnant." I kept rubbing the lump but there was still no movement. He had enough air under there, didn't he? I pulled the blankets but they were quickly pulled back up. Well, at least he was getting enough air, then.

"I've thought back on our terrific night, one of the many times I've thought back on it, and I'm sure you got pregnant that night. I had completely forgotten to use a condom in the shower." He still hadn't come out from under the covers, but I leaned down anyway and gave him a kiss on what I thought was his forehead. It'd be pretty odd if I accidentally kissed his eyeball, but at least it was over the covers.

"I'm not going to leave you high and dry. I'm not going to abandon you. I'm not going to abandon our child." Here came the uncomfortable part, at least for me. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hand rubbing Ryan's chest as I confessed my horrible secret.

"I have to confess that I never planned on having a long-term relationship or even getting married, even though I really wanted children. I've wanted children for years. I'm excited, ridiculously excited, at the thought of having a child with you. I'll finally have a child to teach how to throw a baseball, and to take to the park. I'm also absolutely terrified, though. Not because I'm scared of being a dad,- well actually that's not true. The truth is, I'm very scared of being a dad. I'm scared of being in a relationship." I didn't even focus on the lump under the covers anymore and just looked straight down.

"I've avoided relationships my entire life, always letting the other man know that there wasn't going to be a commitment. I'd have short term, casual flings at best. I swallowed, knowing that this was the point where Ryan might decide he would be better off doing this by himself. I had to tell him about my background. I had to let him know what he was in for. "I grew up with a dad that was a complete asshole. He was an asshole to my mom, he was an abusive jerk to us kids, he cheated on my mom, and he had several mistresses. There was fighting all the time. My mom was always sad and angry. I vowed never to do that to anyone. I knew, since this was what I had grown up with, that I would probably end up being just like my dad if I ever was in a long relationship like a marriage. I never wanted to hurt my kids the way I had been hurt, so I had made it a point to never be in a relationship and to never have kids."

I wiped my nose. I must have suddenly developed allergies. The ceiling must be leaking too because there water drops on my tie. "The only reason that I didn't snap you up the day you started at the firm was because I knew you were an omega for the long haul. You're perfect. You're exactly the man I've been looking for. I wanted so badly to make you my omega, to marry you and live happily ever after. But I couldn't. I couldn't let myself do that to you, to potentially ruin your life the way my dad messed up his family's lives." The ceiling was leaking again.

"So I'm sorry, but if these tests prove a pregnancy then you're stuck with me. I'm not going to abandon you. I'm not going to abandon our child. And it's not just because you're pregnant, either. I want you as my omega. For the long haul." I was still staring at the bed covers, having kept rubbing what I thought was Ryan's chest the entire time I had been talking.

"If you keep rubbing me anymore, you're going to see my baby bump up real close and personal."