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Not cut out for an Omega? "That's not true! Look at you, you're alive, you've come this far. You've stayed alive on the streets. And you've got a pup! Who cares if you aren't with the father of the pup-- it doesn't make you any less." He waved his hand at Emery, rolling his eyes at such a comment. There was no such thing at not being fit for who you were born to be. He may not like it, which he didn't blame him. Today's society sucked ass. Treated him like shit.

The alpha turned his gaze on the wall mirror, settling on the Omega. He looked warm and comfortable. Like he belonged here. His golden eyes moved to his own reflection, looking over his dark hair. It was fine, straight locks that were cut short. Going further he rested on his dark skin, which was a lot paler than it had been years before. When he actually spent hours in the sun rather than at work.

"Anyway, I was going to tell you, I have tomorrow off. But the next couple of days I work. I'm calling my brother to come spend a couple of days here so you're not alone. His alpha won't be here, but his kids will." He hoped his brother would be able to give them information and help them a bit with the omegas pregnancy and health. And maybe after that help him find a place to live. Or even let him stay with him. Not that he didn't want him here, he just didn't think the Omega would want to live with a strange alpha over a comforting Omega.

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[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 10px"]Confessing his life story to someone he just met is the last thing on his list of things to do—hell, he didn’t even know if he’s even going to know this man for longer than a few days. What’s the point in sharing something so insignificant about himself to a stranger? He huffs, blowing a strand of hair from his face, shifting his honey gaze elsewhere. He grits his teeth together, fighting the urge to give a retort, closing his eyes and releasing a heavy sigh. Emersyn jolts as he feels a sharp kick on his stomach, more movement following it moments later, his pup becoming a little agitated. Is it the Alpha? Or is it the large amount of food suddenly reaching its stomach? He rubs circles onto his belly, patting it gently and giving a low hum to calm his child.

”I guess... That’d be okay,” he murmurs, his voice now softer and sounding a bit unsure. His mind isn’t so much on his situation, but more or less focused on the future of his pup. Is it a boy or a girl? God, if it’s a boy he could teach him how to respect others and not focus on his endotype. And of course, he had an endless list of boy names since the day he found out he was pregnant. He stiffens, eyebrows raising with his eyes lighting up a little as he looks to the alpha. ”He’s bringing his kids? What’re they like?” he asks, a little smile curling his lips.

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The alpha jerked his head back to the Omega, face brightening and attention piqued. "They're lovely! Ones three and the other is five. He had the first one really young, around 17. He's always really wanted to kids, and his alpha is great. They can be a bit... Intense but they mean well. Just your average booger pickers." He grinned just thinking of the little shits running about in his home. They hadn't been over for almost a year now, being busy. He imagined his brother was already on his way, just waiting for an invite to come over. As of right now he didn't have to work, his alpha had a good job to pay for everything. Which was what Callahan hoped to achieve one day. But as of right now things would be tight.

"Which reminds me! I'll go ahead and leave you for tonight, let you get some rest. If you get hungry during the night feel free to raid the kitchen, do whatever you like."

With that he picked up their empty plates and left the room, depositing them into the sink. When we returned it was with a new cup of water and a couple of blankets. As well as two more pillows.

"I know when my brother would spend the night, while he was pregnant, he would hoard all of my blankets and pillows and make me sleep on the floor. So hopefully this is enough to satisfy you." The alpha grinned at him after placing the materials down.

With that done, he trotted out the room and headed for his own, ready to retire for the night and think about today's events.

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[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 10px"]The Omega’s smile widens as he describes the children, thrumming his fingers against his belly and letting his legs splay out in front of him. Soon, his own child will be running around, bringing joy to his dim life. He’s at least seven months pregnant now, but it barely shows from lack of nourishment. It’s amazing as to how he’s capable of keeping this secret from his own alpha for so long before he kicked him out. Of course, that was a couple of months ago when it was easily hidden—aside from his scent which was a hassle to hide. ”I can’t wait to meet them. They sound adorable,” he hums lightly, eyeing Callahan closely as he takes the plates, announcing that he would need to leave him.

He needs to begin winding down. Sleep sounds like heaven at the moment and he won’t waste any time to take part in it. A small sound escapes his throat as the alpha returns with blankets and pillows, perfect for nesting. He flashes him a little smile, giving him a nod of gratitude before taking the materials to begin shifting them around on the bed to create a sort of fort. ”Thank you... And goodnight, Cal.” Emersyn settles into his fort-like bedding, curling up with a pillow between his legs and another pressed to his chest.

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He wakes to a loud rapping on the door. Groggily he drags himself from the bed, sliding a hand down his face as he groans. He grabs his phone to check the time and his groan only becomes more enunciated when he sees that it's currently 9:23am. Who. The. Hell.

Callahan stumbles to the door with nothing but a large T-shirt and his boxers, grumbling to himself about whose outrageous idea it was to make morning exist. When he finally gets to the door and pulls it open, in runs a child, and another is plopped into his arms.

"About time! What alpha isn't awake by 8am? You haven't even started breakfast? Where is the Omega? You don't have him sleeping on the couch do you? Or-- God forbid, your room? How's his child? Healthy, I presume?"

He's barely able to make out a 'I don't know, what do I look like, a doctor?' before his brother is going again.

"You haven't taken him to the doctor yet! My god, Cal! He was living on the streets with a baby cooking! I can't even fathom how dull alphas are these days. Go, give me her, and go wake the Omega!"

"It's good to see you too, Carson. " the man grumbles as he hands the pup back over. She's grown, becoming quite plump and vocal. His brother had names her Mitchell, but everyone just called her Mitty or Chell. He probably should have realized that his brother would arrive first thing in the morning, practically raising hell. It just meant he was worried, he was actually quite sweet. And he was sure his demeanor would change once he was speaking to Emersyn.

"Emery, are you awake?" He began with a light knock, listening closely for signs of life in the room.

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He groggily walks to the door, cracking it open to poke his head out with a raised eyebrow. ”I’m up. I’m guessing it’s time to meet the family, hm?” Emersyn doesn’t wait for a response, instead he slips past the Alpha to hobble down the hallway to enter the living room. Oh, that’s his Omega brother. His hand lifts to give a wave, settling down in a chair to give his poor back a break. ”So, um, you’re Cal’s brother? You have beautiful children...” His eyes travel to the little girl in his arms, while the older boy runs around gleefully.

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|| I'm so exhausted from work kiiilll meee ||

"Yes... He's here and bossy as always." The older groaned, hardly able to keep his eyes open. He could tell the Omega was climbing out of bed however. Quietly he followed him from the room, eyes moving to his brother as he clasps his hands (dropping the stirring spoon he had been using) and makes his way over to Emeryson.

"Thank you! Aren't they just darling? They're quite playful though, so be warned. Quinn is known for his bites and Mitchell likes to tug. Especially on ears."  Carson looks towards his son, who, is currently chewing on a cup he had been given. The bottom of a cup, that is. The liquid that had been inside was now all over the floor. And Mitchell was splashing her hands in it. There was a sigh from the alpha before he grabbed the entire roll of paper towels and made his way over to them.

"But enough about mine! Yours is on its way, and Cal here tells me you probably haven't seen a doctor right? So no vitamins or anything? We'll have to change that today. But no worries, I know the perfect place in the city. But first, breakfast."

Whatever he had created was certainly for omegas, specifically those pregnant or with children. It looked like a mash of all kinds of things, which Callahan assumed would be nutritional. However he wouldn't be eating any. No, he'd rather a couple slices of toast instead.

"How far are you, anyway? Do you know? You look about 4 months but with weight loss I could be way off. The pup kicks though, yes?" Without warning, Carson's hand is there, pressing gently against his stomach and waiting patiently. When he does get a kick though he smiles, but doesn't pull his hand away. "Oh even better. I Loved it when mine seemed like they were responding. I've been told it means you've got a real intelligent kiddo in there. But, could just mean they're healthy. Whatever way you wanna take it."

As the two talk, Callahan finds himself slowly drifting towards the Omega, something mixed with jealousy nearly bubbling up inside. He yearned to reach out and feel for the pup, having only gotten to do that once before with his brother. An omegas mate become obscenely protective when their mate was pregnant. Even touches from family set them off. Most of their past family dinners and get togethers had been with Carson in his lap, and the alpha growling lowly whenever Cal had come near. Fun times.

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Quinn and Mitchell. Common names, but they suit the rowdy siblings well. ”My, my, they sound like a handful.” His tongue sticks out past his teeth, a grin plastering on to his lips as he quirks an eyebrow at Callahan. The Alpha has to clean up the mess his nephew made, in which his lovely niece contributes to the spilled juice by splashing the liquid everywhere. Messy; one of the many words he can describe children as. He stifles a laugh by pursing his lips, flickering his eyes to Carson once he continues to speak. He hasn’t been to the hospital since his annual checkup, which had been in May. He couldn’t afford vitamins or a special diet to keep both he and his pup healthy. ”No doctors—no. I-I don’t know if my pup’s healthy... Which worries me,” he admits, blinking rapidly as he feels a hand touch his stomach. Emersyn, at first, stiffens from the abrupt contact to something he finds so precious to him. No one’s ever touched his belly besides for him.

”I’m twenty weeks—more or less. So, yes, around four months. I think... I’m not entirely sure, to be honest.” His smile fades, eyebrows scrunching up a little and he chews on the inside of his cheek. Frankly, he isn’t too sure how far along his pregnancy is. He should be at least seven months, now... But he didn’t start showing signs until just a few months ago. Emersyn pushes away his thoughts, focusing on Carson as his chest tightens alongside his rapidly beating heart. He’s beginning to give off a burning scent, something along the lines of smoke emitting from a bush of roses. He chances a glance toward Callahan, taking note of him staring intently at him. The Omega swallows, trying his best to calm his racing heart, jolting slightly from the sharp kick against the wall of his belly. It notices his anxiety... It’s worried. ”Cal, you—um, you wanna feel?”

Callahan’s golden eyes swirl with emotions, flickering too quick to recognize, but he can feel his eagerness. A shift in the air around them didn’t go unnoticed to the Omega, smelling a sort of bitterness floating around, emitting from Callahan. Emersyn tries at a smile, the edges of his lips twitching up, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

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|| I work at the pet hotel in petsmart!!! So I look after dogs and cats all day rip. It's a lot more work than it is fun, but seeing cute babies all day makes it worth it lol. Sorry for a late reply I've been at work all day!!!! And I gotta get up at 5am and stay till 3pm. Sobbing. I'm probably pulling an all nighter because I want time to myself ugh. But yeah lemme whip up a post within the hour!! ||

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[ omg!! that sounds like my kind of job!! don’t worry about the post!! i can wait a bit longer~! you can focus on work and take care of yourself! ]