Page 18 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

Chapter 10

Ryan

It was amazing how much different my life was now, compared to a month ago. I was excited when I got up for work, excited to work on the divorce cases, and of course I was more than happy to see Marcus. It was a bummer that we had to be so very careful. I still felt guilty every time I saw Meredith. I felt like I needed to confess to her like a penitent child. There was no way in hell I wanted my time with Marcus to end. I loved all of the secretive touches, our hands rubbing against each other, his hand running over my back as he walked behind me, making out in his office with the door closed. Of course, I also loved the office sex which had occurred only once so far- but I was hoping there would be more where that came from.

I kept getting ready for work, pulling on my pants and zip-- What the hell? "Lance! When you do my clothes the next time you do laundry, can you just hang my clothes up to dry? I swear to God these new pants you got me have shrunk."

If one of us doesn't have a full load, we'll throw some of the other's clothes in it. Normally I'm fine with having my clothes in the dryer but the fabric of these slacks must not do well in the dryer. I pulled out another pair of slacks to put on. They weren't as form fitting as my new ones. What the hell? These pants were tight too. Was the dryer malfunctioning?

"Hey, what were you yelling about?" I turned to see Lance sticking his head in my bedroom.

"I think the dryer's malfunctioning. I've just tried on two pairs of pants and both are too tight."

Lance's eyebrows rose.

"No, I don't think so. My clothes fit fine. And I even just did laundry last night."

I frowned looking down at my zipper and button that were an inch away from each other. Why the hell couldn't I even zip my pants up?

"How did you gain weight so fast?"

I shook my head. I hadn't been eating anything different. I had no idea. I shrugged my shoulders, sucked in my gut the best I could, and zipped up my pants. This wasn't going to work. I unzipped them and let out a sigh of relief as I let my stomach out.

"My God, I have really gotten fat. I can't even wear these pants! What the hell am I going to wear to work?" I tried on every pair of pants I owned. Every damn pair was too tight. I was going insane. There was no way in hell that I had eaten so much food that I had gotten this fat. My only remaining option was to wear some sort of sweatpants to work, which wasnotgoing to happen.

"Have you been tired lately? Kind of feeling nauseous or anything?"

I narrowed my eyes, turning around to look at Lance.

"Tired? What would that have to do with me gaining weight? And why would I be nauseous? I've been fine. Actually. I've been, oh-" that was it. Dammit. "Yeah, I've been hungrier than usual. I probably have gained weight." Fuck. I turned around to look at my closet and I had absolutely nothing left to wear. My shirts fit fine, even my new fitted shirts, but what the hell kind of pants was I going to wear?

Lance shoved a pair of pants at me. "Here, try these on. I'm taller than you, hopefully this will give you a bit more room. But you might have to roll the pants up." I pulled them up, and yes they did fit better, but they were a bit longer. I'd look like a kid trying on his big brother's clothes. I groaned, glaring up at the ceiling.

"You sure you haven't been tired, or nauseous, or I don't know, just being all weepy and stuff?"

I slowly turned my head to glare at Lance.

"What the hell are you getting it? You think I'm depressed? I'm the happiest I've ever fucking been!"

Lance rolled his eyes and shook his head. He leaned against my door frame with his arms crossed.

"No, you dumbass. We're omegas, remember? We can have babies? Does that ring a bell?"

Oh.Oh. I looked down at my formerly flat abs and stared at the little barely noticeable pooch. There was no way.

"There's no way I'm pregnant. I'm not puking, I'm not crying, I'm not overly emotional. I don't have any of the other signs of pregnancy."

"Some people don't have any of that. They go through pregnancy just fine without realizing they're even pregnant. Frankly, I find that hard to believe but I guess some people are like that."

I shook my head. There was no way I was pregnant. I pulled Lance's pants off and threw them on my bed. They landed on top of the pile of all the other slacks that no longer fit. I dug down deep in one of my drawers and pulled out track pants. They didn't look like they had ever been worn. They were completely black and could pass for slacks. Maybe. I pulled them on and looked at myself in the mirror.

"So, can you tell these are actually sweatpants? Do you think I could get by with this?"

Lance tilted his head and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"I actually think you could. Just go out on lunch and pick up some real slacks."

Yeah, that's a good idea. Anyway, I needed to run. I'd deal with the mess on my bed later.

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