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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Eyewitness_(US_TV)
  Relationship:
      Philip_Shea/Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Character:
      Philip_Shea, Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, are_u_surprised?, One_Night_Stands, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-12 Updated: 2017-12-26 Chapters: 3/? Words: 1869
****** Late night mistake, early morning regrets. ******
by gerank
Summary
     Philip wakes up to a one night stand his hungover mind didn't include
     him on.
Notes
     this will have short chapters but it should be updated quicker than
     my other stories have. <3
***** Chapter 1 *****
There had been way too many beers passed, liquors mixed with other even
stronger liquors. Too many persistent people, “drink this”, “here try this
drink I made.” And it’s not like Philip has the strongest willpower. He’s all
about free drinks and having a good time. Just as long as that good time
doesn’t mean waking up to an unknown alpha he’d met probably just hours before.
He has been in some risky situations being a New York City boy and all, but
this takes the cake.
He inhales through his nose, trying to calm himself. fuck fuck fuck
The alpha lying halfway on him smells like soap and vodka, and Philip’s feels
sort of soothed from the scent. Or maybe it’s just the weird nerves in his
belly and the hangover playing tricks on him. Philip doesn’t find it in himself
to think about it, more just filled with a jittery regret feeling. He winces as
he shifts his hips, sliding out from under the blonde alpha on top of him. His
belly’s oddly fluttery and thighs and ass are sore. Same with his neck. He
touches it tentatively, furrowing his brows when his nails graze the bite mark
there. Ouch, that’ll leave a scar for sure.
Philip sits up, flicking his eyes to the alpha who’s dead asleep. He’s cute.
Definitely a guy Philip would be quick to spread his legs for even if he had
been sober. He’s serenely handsome, strong dark brows. Nose straight and curved
upwards, with pink lips pursed above a sharp jaw. Philip gulps unknowingly
watching the blonde’s adam’s apple bulb when he swallows. Shit, they had sex
and didn’t really recall, well, any of it. Philip quietly taps through the
alpha’s phone, wanting a name. Anything to make him remember something from the
evening. He finds it by clicking through the alpha’s messages, Lukas. Lukas
Waldenbeck. Not one thing comes to mind from that name. Philip sighs, and
redresses. He tiptoes out the room on weak legs, making sure to be quiet.
-
Philip doesn’t realize till he’s showering that Lukas came inside him. It’s
super messy and has Philip flushing with anxiety. For one, he doesn’t know how
many people Lukas has been with. Two, Philip could get pregnant. He isn’t on
birth control and his heat cycle was just recently. So he’s still extra
fertile.
“Fuck” Philip whispers, thudding his head against the cool shower tiles.
-
Philip wakes up the next morning feeling weird. Like he knows something is
where is shouldn’t be. Where it doesn’t belong. Something’s inside him.
There’s no telltale sign or anything, but he just knows.
He eats breakfast with his eyes glued on the mahogany of the table instead of
Gabe or Helen’s curious eyes.
He sits in class with his foot tapping the flooring, impatient for something he
isn’t even aware of. Like he’s waiting for a sign, anything, a written note
from the depths of universe to confirm his outrageous theory.
-
He feels like he might’ve jinxed himself, him knowing ahead before he even
should’ve.
Philip wakes up sweaty and nauseous, ready to puke the second he makes any
movement. His stomach turns as he rolls off the bed. Philip races for the
bathroom, swinging it closed with a thud as he retches his guts out into the
bowl. The word pregnant repeats itself in his brain for a good five minutes,
and he kind of wants to find Lukas and fight him for doing this to him. How is
it fair that Lukas can fuck Philip’s life up in one night? It isn’t fair at all
he thinks glumly.
Philip’s the one with a baby now beginning to grow inside him. He’s the one
that’ll have to deal with the consequences, aborting or birthing. Both sound
equally awful. It’s only been roughly ten minutes since he’s known about the
other life starting in his body, yet he feels awfully protective. He doesn’t
want some doctors with their metal equipment ripping out his baby. Nor does he
want to go through the awful pain of birthing a baby out either.
Fuck
-
It’s been a month. He’s still full of undecided clashing thoughts. Do I want
this? Could I do this? Should he tell the baby’s daddy? He doesn’t know, and it
just frustrates him more. His body’s still mostly the same besides his nipples
feeling slightly sore, and the annoying vomiting sessions.
He continues to play everything off as normal to Helen and Gabe, even though
Helen’s getting wary of his rapid sicknesses.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The second month ticks prettily on a full moon, Philip’s belly is still flat.
But he feels like he’s more hormonal. He’s been more snappy with Helen, and
cried a lot about his feelings to Gabe. They still don’t know the reasoning
behind it, but Philip still catches the odd looks they send each other.
Some girl from English class brings her six month old baby to show and tell and
Philip nearly breaks down in tears. He feels overwhelmed the second he sees the
soft little baby, wrapped up in her arms. The baby blinks at Philip and he can
literally hear his own heart pounding in his ears. It’s like reality hit him in
the face. A baby will be alive because of him, breathing, screaming, living. It
excites him and makes him a nervous wreck all at the same time.
He waits outside class for her, Jasmine, he vaguely remembers her mentioning
her name.
She walks out with her baby cradled in her arms, Philip gently grabs her arm
and hisses under his breathe “Jasmine.”
She raises her eyebrows in surprise of him, and looks him up and down like she
isn’t certain of his name “Philip?”
“Yes” he nods, flicking his eyes around the hall for any stragglers, or
listeners.
Jasmine shifts her baby higher into the crook of her arm, making the sleeping
baby gurgle slightly. “Well?” she questions, waiting confusedly.
“Is it hard?” he sputters, gesturing to her baby boy.
Her face softens at the question. She smiles and bounces the baby lightly,
whispering “yes, but it is completely worth it. I don’t know what I’d do
without Jeramiah.”
Philip flushes, feeling relieved about her good hearted answer. It gives him
loads more confidence too. He can do this.
He nods, she raises her brow. “You’re pregnant aren’t you?” Jasmine states,
like it is clear.
Philip feels nausea wash over him, thickly laced with anxiety. “What? I’m n-
not” he defends uselessly. She gives him a disappointed look and he gives in
with a hushed breathe “please just don’t tell anyone?”
She smiles, “of course not, how many months are you?”
Philip reddens thinking about it, “I’m only two.”
Jasmine grins, and nudges his shoulder playfully. “Wow, you have a longway to
go.” She notices the time on the clock “Shit, I gotta get to class. Good luck
Philip!” She whistles as she takes off, striding  down the hall quickly.
-
On month three his belly starts to swell, just the slightest roundness starting
to take to his belly. It’s very vague. But it has Philip touching it all the
time, marveling it. He has only gained four pounds which is hardly noticeable.
Helen’s been too busy with work to notice his rapid shopping sprees. He is
super excited for his baby and wants all the things he can get for the teeny
angel. He’s already bought six onesies, and a bouncy chair. All thanks to
Gabe’s wallet, (Philip told him he needed money for clothes himself.)
Thankfully Philip’s bedroom closet is large enough to store everything.
Philip also has a new obsession with ice cream, natural vanilla being his
favorite. He’ll eat it when he’s hormonal, but mostly just when he’s hungry.
Which is starting to be really often.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Month four comes seemingly quicker than the third. Philip’s realized two
things, and the first being Hershey bars are a hundred percent better when
you’re knocked up and craving. The second being that he is crazily protective
of his belly. He makes a quick plan up in his head before even entering the
hall of his school. He now knows where to avoid, who to avoid. He watches
swinging doors, and holds the railing when he descends the stairs. Philip ducks
away from jocks and just known bullies, anyone who might put their hands on him
and risk hurting his baby. He couldn’t have that. Philip is head over heels in
love with the the second heartbeat in his tummy.
-
Month Five Philip gets approached by the alpha that caused all this mess. He’s
walking the school’s soccer field when a group of alphas approach him. They’re
players of Red Hook’s football team, and a tall blond one stands out from the
bunch. Great, Philip’s baby daddy is a fucking jock. Philip feels an internal
pull to him, but doesn’t move from where he’s standing. The alpha takes the
initiative, jogging over to him in big strides.
Just as Philip gulps and turns away, a hand comes to caresse his arm.
“Excuse me?” Philip says, attempting to fake confidence but failing tragically
when the taller, sturdier alpha just squints down at him.
The alpha does a quick once over back at his group of waiting, leering alphas.
His grip tightening on Philip’s arm in a more rough way, like he’s trying to
prove a point to his friends.
In a quick, hurried whisper, the alpha speaks gravelly but soft, somehow.
“You’re Philip right?”
Philip looks up at the sky, sighing and rolling his eyes before his gaze casts
back into the alpha’s blues. “Yeah I’m Philip. Alright?” he says sarcastically.
He’d be much cooler with skipping the small talk. He knows the alpha is
interested in much more invasive questions.
The alpha sighs, looking away for seconds. It makes Philip notice something
about the alpha. The look in his eyes is undeterminable, almost disappointment.
“Listen-“ he starts, but cautiously lowers his voice to only a level Philip
could hear him. “Listen, I’m sorry. I should’ve texted.”
Philip nearly sputters, and the alpha wrings a nervous hand through his own
hair, scratching at the nape of his neck at some nonexistent itch.
“What?”
The alpha sighs exasperatedly and crosses his arms like Philip’s being
annoyingly ridiculous “I’m trying to apologize here.”
“How’d you get my number?” Philip squints.
Lukas, the alpha, ruffles his own hair annoyedly, huffing audibly under his
breathe. “Stop playing stupid, you gave me it” the alpha says, furrowing his
brows.
Philip shakes his head, and pulls his arm free from the awkward grip Lukas had
on it. “No, I don’t remember doing any of that.”
“You did.”
“Maybe, I don’t know. I was drunk.”
“But you remember-“
“No” Philip says, cutting him off. The alpha falls silent, looking at him wide
eyed in disbelief.
“What?”
“I don’t” Philip shrugs, feeling his cheeks flush as his eyes downcast as he
fiddles with a nonexistent piece of lint on the hem of his shirt.
Lukas coughs awkwardly.
When Philip looks back up the alpha is turning away, face all flushed red.
Philip’s heart beat thuds a little faster, he sighs.
Missed chance
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