Page 23 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“Oh dear, is it worse?” I asked, my stomach dropping. Was I seriously sick and hadn’t even realized? I didn’t feel bad, just a touch lightheaded and very sleepy. But that could also be attributed to being a university student.
“No! It’s no serious illnesses,” the nurse rushed to say. “It’s only, on your intake form, you mentioned that you aren’t sexually active.”
“I’m not,” I said, confused. What did that have to do with me being sick?
“Mable, you’re pregnant.”
I stilled, spluttering as I tried to figure out an answer. “How? I haven’t had sex!”
“Well, you must have, Mable. Now, I understand some omegas don’t like to talk about their affairs, but we’ve confirmed the blood test.”
I shook my head, my mind going fuzzy.
“Pregnancy requires penises, and the last time I went near a penis was… oh crap. My heat…” I trailed off as realization hit me. I wasn’t the new Virgin Mary; I was an idiot who got knocked up while in heat. It had taken a moment for my brain to catch up, but I had beenverysexually active during my heat.
The nurse was quiet for a moment before speaking very carefully. “Mable, I have to ask you this—were you taken advantage of?”
My eyes widened at her insinuation. Yes, there had been instances on campus when omegas had been taken advantage of, but what happened to me was nothing like that.
“Oh no! Not at all. If anything, I took advantage of an alpha—well, two—while I was in heat, and then I lost their numbers. When I filled out the form, I wasn’t even thinking about that, and I don’t usually date, so yeah… Now I’m pregnant. Crap.”
A chuckle came through the line. “Well, I think it’s best we get you some prenatal vitamins, but other than that, everything about you seems healthy.”
“That’s good… because I’m having a baby,” I said dumbly.
“Yes, you are.”
We booked an appointment for me to pick up some prenatal vitamins and said goodbye, leaving me sitting in my dorm, staring at the wall while trying to absorb what I had just learned.
I was pregnant.
In a few months, I will have a baby.
I loved babies. They were adorable, squishy, sweet and inquisitive. I knew that, more than anything, I wanted to havebabies of my own one day, but I imagined they would happen a bit more in the future.
There was also the assumption that I would be having a baby with a pack, and I wouldn’t be on my own.
I knew it was possible to raise a child alone, though. My mother had done it, and I hadn’t turned out terribly. Even when she hadn’t completely understood what it meant to be an omega, she’d researched and did her best for me.
Sighing, I flopped down into my nest, grabbing my favorite pillow and clutching it to my chest.
First things first, I needed a nap. Then I could tackle the dramatic turn my life was about to take.
S
You’ve been quiet, what’s going on? Did you drop your phone in a watering can again?
Maple
That was one time!
D
One time too many.
I stared at the phone screen for a few moments. I knew I had to tell them what was going on. It wasn’t as if I could hide the fact that I was pregnant. Actually, I probably could hide it, but I was an idiot and knew I would slip up eventually, and then they would be hurt that I had kept it from them.
Surely, me being pregnant wouldn’t change anything. It wasn’t as if I was in a relationship with these alphas.
