#beta phil

It was hot that day. Extremely.

And for Dan, it was even worse.

He was in heat.

Ok, not a normal heat. It was a suppressed one since Dan started taking those meds, since the May incident, in which because of a desperate heat, he completely forgot about condoms and even his birth control. If Phil were an alpha, it would be 100% pregnancy confirmed. Since he wasn't, they were safe this time.

But no, now he was not feeling his body desperate for sexual relieve, producing slick and making his mind go crazy. And even though it may sound awful in a hot summer like that one was, at least he had paid leaves for heat.

Now, he was stuck behind a counter, forcing himself to not look grumpy to the clients cause he just couldn't get another word from his boss and feeling horrible cramps in the bottom of his belly.

It was too warm to ignore this or the slight headache that he was developing. He wanted to go home.

He waited till the next row of clients finally left to sneak up his phone and send a message to Phil.

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

im dying

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

What happened?

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

its  just to warm today and im having cramps and headache and i still have 4 more hours of work today please euthanize me

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

Awwn baby, that's awful :(((((

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

i know we re not ready to have a baby but do i really need to take this shit?

i could be at home with you today

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

I wish you here with me too. Do you want me to go see you?

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

nah my lunchtime was long ago and my boss is going to fucking fire me if i seem to not be working for a second

i need to stop messaging btw

back to my horrible store clerk life

tell to our grandchild how i died for working in FocusTM

make them sue the company so our family legacy will be rich

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

Daniel Howell, go back to work before you actually get fired :P Love you <3

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

love you too

Daniel hid his phone on his trousers again and went back to that torture.

Hours later he was finally free. Even the tube ride home was almost unbearable. His cramps were less worse, but in compensation his headache was awful now. He was literally counting numbers in French inside his head to distract himself, getting lost with the calculations that were necessary after 60. French people were weird.

He was weirder though, since he started counting out loud, suddenly. Ugh. Reasons why Dan was a fail, a list that never seem to end.

The time for the next torture came. The stairs. The 40 something stairs he needed to drag himself on to finally get home.

When he finally did, he was gasping for air, like a poor brachycephalic dog. He opened the door and ran to the sofa, laying down while his whole body curled up in a small ball of pain and heat.

He woke up he didn't know how much later, but he was feeling incredibly better.

He quickly noticed why.

His clothes were off, and he was only in his briefs, there was a cold packet of peas on his belly and a cold cloth on his head, and his tiny little fan was blowing on his face, supported by a chair. Phil.

That wonderful angel he called partner came from the kitchen, bringing a Ben&Jerry's ice cream pot and an icy cup of water.

"You were literally overheating when you came home. I was worried I had to take you to the hospital." he explained, passing the ice cream to Dan.

"When did you bought this? Weren't we like, short of money for sweets and stuff this month?" Dan asked, while quickly opening the pot and sticking his spoon inside.

"Yeah, but... You were in need of it. I also bought you some cramps medicine, and one for your headache."

Dan could only sigh, happily. Never in his life he thought he was worth a mate like this.  

"Thank you. For everything." he whispered.

"I'm just taking care of the future father of my children, huh." Phil joked.

Dan also laughed, but afraidly added:

Dan woke up because of vomiting.

But not because of his vomiting, which made him sort of disappointed, in those first few seconds.

You may ask 'why the hell would he want to be sick?'.

Well, my friend, the thing was that Dan was trying to get pregnant.

They were 27 and 31 and it felt right. Their life was stable now, his mental health was better, they had good jobs, a good apartment, and they were more than excited to join the sweet and sour adventures of parenthood.

Except, making a baby was taking a bit of time.

Dan still hadn't had a heat since he stopped his birth control and heat suppressants, and he knew it took some time for his system to go back to normal.

But it was taking too long!

They were still having sex regularly, even though he knew it was difficult to get pregnant without a heat.

Difficult, but not impossible, something he would realize soon.

His brain stopped screaming about how useless, he was as an omega and he was finally able to ran into Phil, that was expelling their last night's takeaway on the toilet.

He sat on his thighs and pawed his mate's back.

"Are you okay babe?"

Phil puked for a few more seconds before nodding and getting up.

He rinsed his mouth and brushed his teeth, and then turned to Dan.

He was different now. Older. But beautiful as hell.

His hair was now pushed back as a gorgeous quiff, he was way more confident with himself and had a big role in a famous movie producer.

Dan was also different. Curly short hair, taller and stronger, also confident. An actor on Phil's producer.

If they looked at each other back then, two skinny boys in the beginning of their lives, but already together? It was a cute idea.

And now, they were going to have a baby.

When Dan's body started to work, obviously...

"Do you think I should go see a doctor?" Phil asked, a few moments later, pulling Dan back to reality. "I mean, it's been three days."

Yeah. Phil's nausea was pretty bad. See, with the whole lactose-intolerance-and-motion-sickness problems, Phil feeling nauseated, or throwing up was not something that demanded immediate medical assistance.

But the sickness had been there for three days. Going away and coming back, generally in the morning.

Dan was worried.

They cancelled the plans for the day and went to the hospital.

There was a nice NHS hospital next to their house that realized almost all of the exams needed in the same place.

So, they saw a doctor and Phil talked a bit about his nausea, and soon enough he was sent to take blood and make some ultrasounds.

Generally, Phil would hate coming to a hospital. He always had that silly idea that he was never ill enough to see a doctor, and that his huge backpack of medicine and google could cure any problem.

So, it was something impressive for Dan that he decided to come.

It made Dan think that it should be something serious which made him chew his nails for the whole waiting time between exams and diagnosis.

Phil was called into the doctor's office when Dan had almost chewed his thumb off.

Phil took some saline solution for dehydration, and now was looking less pale.

They sat together and Phil answered to a few questions from his doctor.

The first ones were normal. What usually made Phil nauseous, what had he eaten, what were his normal alimentation habits.

"Nowadays I'm eating way healthier. We're trying to conceive." Phil smiled.

The doctor then checked the exams.The weird questions began.

"When have you been signed as beta?"

"Uh... 16 I guess. The same age my brother were."

"And you never showed any... Weird sign before? Any hot flushes or abdominal pains?"

"Uh... No... Why?"

The doctor ignored Phil and asked again.

"You said you two are trying to conceive, have you two... Hmm... 'Switched places' in any of those times?"

It made Phil get completely blushed. Dan answered then.

"Yes, we did." Cause they had. It gets tiring to do things in a single way. They were always somewhat flexible. "But... Why is this relevant?"

The doctor looked at them, dead serious.

"Cause your case came here today as a beta with gastrointestinal pain, but by the exams, you're an omega with a gestational sac of 5 weeks."

There was silence in the room.

Dan really thought for a moment that, somehow, it was about Dan. Maybe the tests were somehow exchanged?

But it made no sense! Dan had not taken blood there, or an ultrasound... He was not pregnant.

Phil... Phil was.

It made them spend 5 more hours in the hospital. But it was true.

Phil was not the beta he always thought he was. He was an omega.

An omega that really never had presented or showed any sign of heats.

That was something that could happen, they explained.

Their society was changing to the point that most of the people were betas, and sometimes, because of evolution, alphas and omegas could live their whole lives without knowing they were from other sexes.

Generally, those people also had fertility problems, something that hadn't effected Phil, incredibly.

It was... Too much to comprehend.

It only hit them in the end of the night, when all of the exams were made again.

Phil was an omega and he was pregnant of another omega.

What the fuck was even happening?

They went back home and stood in silence for a while.

There was a pile of exams and a sonogram picture on the table.

Phil was the first one to talk.

"We are going to have a baby."

Yes. They were. Not how they expected, though.

Dan's belly was completely empty. He was not going to go through months of waiting, developing their kid inside him. Phil was.

And he was jealous. He... He always thought...

But it was not time to be jealous right now. Why was he jealous?

Phil was pregnant. They were going to have a baby, one way or another.

Jesus, they were going to have a baby.

"It explains all my weird obsession with pregnancy." Phil said, his voice sounding like he was about to cry. "Maybe deep inside I knew... I..."

He started crying, and Dan hugged him.

It was not the time for words. Everything was said and done. They just needed each other in that moment.

And when, later in bed, Phil pulled Dan's hand to rest on his still flat belly, Dan smiled.

Yeah, it did not erase his emotional turmoil, no. He would still need to talk about it to his therapist, to get a little introspective about the whole situation.

But, yeah... He could get used to that. With the image of Phil's belly expanding, carrying their child, their beautiful, loved and wanted child.

It was going to be ok.

"We're going to call her Susan."