March 13, 2021

7:48 am

Stefan's Manor

Oliver rushed to their en-suite bathroom when he felt that familiar, queasy feeling. He covered his mouth when he began to salivate and tasted something acidic. He doesn't like this. He has been vomiting every morning for the last two weeks, and he just dismissed it because he thought his body was just adjusting to new medications.

Oliver started changing his vitamins a month ago, and two weeks after, he began feeling weak, light-headed and experienced unexplainable cravings. There were times when he felt good, but there are mornings when he will feel sick and puke bile and saliva.

Oliver ran to the sink and vomited everything out when his stomach turned upside down.

Oliver slowly dropped to the floor and wiped the sides of his mouth using his jumper sleeves. Tears sprang and a sob slipped out when the unpleasant taste spread inside his mouth and he felt even more vulnerable and delicate. He needs his daddy.

"Daddy!" Stefan sprang up from their enormous bed when he heard his baby's distressed cries and sobs. His chest thumped nervously and all the sleep disappeared in a flash because of Oliver's distressed tone.

Stefan jumped off the bed, ran to the bathroom, and got the scare of his life when he saw Oliver collapse on the floor, his nose and cheeks flushed, as tears flowed like a river. He froze for a second as his breathing stopped, his eyes blown wide as he stared at his baby on the floor.

Oliver sniffled and rubbed his eyes softly to wipe the tears. He lifted his gaze and saw Stefan at the door of their bathroom, frozen in place and white as a sheet, staring at him in terror. Oliver winced when his throat hurt again and tears flowed endlessly when his head throbbed and his muscles lost strength.

"D-daddy... it hurts. I feel weak. I don't feel good. Help me," Oliver whispered and closed his eyes. Stefan gasped out loud and was finally able to step forward and gathered his baby in his arms.

Stefan lifted Oliver carefully and the latter tiredly rested his head on his shoulder. Stefan caught a glimpse of the messy sink and his stomach twisted into knots. Indescribable worry began to consume him.

"Baby, does your throat hurt?" Oliver nodded so with his baby in his arms, Stefan stepped out of the bathroom and poured a glass of water. He carried Oliver back to the sink and sat him on the counter.

Oliver leaned against the mirror and opened his eyes. Stefan was cleaning the sink. His brows furrowed, and his mind ran a mile a minute, from the way his face turned into a frown.

After cleaning up, Stefan glanced at Oliver and his heart twisted painfully when his baby smiled at him tiredly. He gritted his teeth and wanted to rush Oliver to the hospital, but after he gained enough strength. He doesn't want Oliver to force himself.

"Baby, I have a glass of water here. Can you open your mouth so you can wash the vomit away?" Stefan caressed the side of Oliver's cheek and brushed the wayward curls back.

Oliver weakly nodded and opened his mouth. He closed his eyes and let the warm liquid clean his palate. He gargled a few times and leaned back again. He opened his eyes when he felt something cold and warm on his face.

"Let's get you freshened up, baby." Oliver nodded so Stefan gently wiped Oliver's face and his baby sighed pleasantly. He also wiped his neck and his upper torso after unbuttoning his pajama tops.

To be on the safe side, wiping his body is better than a shower or a bath. They still don't know what's wrong with Oliver. Stefan reached the fluffy towel from the rack and wrapped it around his baby.

"Feeling any better, my love?" Oliver nodded and weakly lifted his arms to reach for him. "Careful, baby." Stefan leaned forward and cradled Oliver back into his embrace and rubbed his back soothingly.

Oliver nuzzled into Stefan's neck and sighed contentedly. He felt refreshed and he doesn't feel that sick anymore. He inhaled Stefan's sandalwood scent and his small hands wrapped around Stefan's neck.

"D-daddy, I want something cold. A strawberry smoothie, maybe? Also, my head slightly hurts and I feel so weak," Oliver informed Stefan in a small voice and that nervous feeling went back.

Stefan's pulse raced and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He's getting worried and frantic by the minute. He embraced Oliver tighter and kissed his cheek. "Baby, should we go to the hospital? Let's get you checked. I'm getting worried."

Oliver hummed and pressed his body closer to Stefan to feel his comfortable body heat. He noticed these past few days that he has become extra clingy, and not catching a glimpse of his daddy bear was enough to make him burst into tears.

"Daddy bear, is it alright if we have Trevor check on me first before we go to the hospital? I don't feel well enough to travel."

Stefan smiled at his baby and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Anything you want, my love." Stefan lifted Oliver gingerly and headed to their dressing room and groaned when he remembered something.

He pulled on a cotton shirt and sat on the couch with Oliver on his lap. "We don't need to, baby. We have a clinic here, and Trevor can perform a medical check-up on you later. I'm sorry; it did not cross my mind earlier," he added with a soft chuckle and a slow shake of his head.

Oliver leaned back and smiled. He also forgot about that important fact. He felt a bit better now. Being cradled by his daddy bear improved his mood so he rewarded his sweet daddy with a soft kiss on his lips. Stefan grinned wide and attacked his neck with a hundred kisses that left him a puddle of giggles.

Stefan's heart lightened and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed how Oliver's countenance lightened and the carefree smile on his face indicated that he was feeling a bit better. He removed the towel from Oliver's body and replaced it with a cotton shirt.

Oliver rested his head back on Stefan's shoulder and his body sagged against his hold. He flinched a little when his nipple was pressed against Stefan's firm pecs and a tear fell.

Stefan glanced at his baby when Oliver whimpered and flinched. He sucked a breath when Oliver's teary orbs met with his.

"Daddy... my nipple hurts. It hurts and it tingles," Oliver whined and sniffed, then reached for the towel and wiped his face.

Stefan frowned. "Your nipples?" Oliver nodded and bit his quivering lip. A hint of fear flickered in his brown eyes. "Can you lift your shirt, my love? Daddy will check it."

His baby slowly lifted his shirt and Stefan swallowed hard when he finally saw his baby's buds. It was glistening, red, swollen, and perky. Absentmindedly, he lifted a finger and touched the enticing bud, earning a sweet moan from his baby.

Oliver gulped when he noticed the hunger and lust in Stefan's eyes, as his daddy fixed his green orbs on his swollen and tingling nipples. He automatically shivered and his buds hardened when his daddy's rock-hard member poked the crease of his bum from his thin boxers.

"Daddy... it tingles. What should I do?" Oliver innocently asked and Stefan's rationality was clouded in a sexual haze and his control snapped. He let out a guttural groan before leaning in and latching his lips on his baby's hardened buds.

Both of them moaned and his grip on Oliver's waist tightened as he licked his baby's swollen nipples gently and tentatively. He glanced at Oliver and his baby was biting his lip and gripping his hair, his face twisted in pain and pleasure.

Stefan licked Oliver's buds alternately and his pants got tighter. Since two weeks ago, Oliver has been letting out an incredible amount of pheromones which led to wild and hot sex. His baby's skin also tasted sweeter than usual, which got him salivating like a hungry dog.

Not only that, Oliver's smell scent became stronger, like an omega in heat, luring and seducing its alpha to breed them. Aside from that, his baby seemed to glow more radiant and gorgeous than before.

"Daddy... it feels good," Oliver moaned out which made him smile. He gently licked and lapped his perky buds, then sucked them alternately and softly, eager to relieve the pain from his husband.

"Baby, how is it? Is it still painful?" Oliver gazed at Stefan and shook his head.

"Not anymore. Thank you, daddy bear. I love you." Stefan smiled and kissed Oliver's chin, then pulled his baby's shirt down. He needs to get it together before he ravished his baby endlessly. Oliver is not in the condition for any sexy time. His libido can wait.

Stefan snaked his arm around his husband's waist and pulled him closer. "Baby, how long have you been experiencing morning sickness?" Stefan's unoccupied hand settled on Oliver's bum and got on his feet, then headed to their balcony.

Oliver held Stefan's shoulders and frowned. "I think it started two weeks ago, daddy bear."

Stefan stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes. Oliver swallowed when his daddy's expression turned serious.

"Two weeks ago, huh? And you didn't bother to tell me." He flinched at Stefan's hard tone and chewed his lips guiltily. With his heart thumping nervously, then cast his gaze on his chin. There's a huge chance that Stefan is mad, and his breathing became labored.

Stefan is mad. He is mad at me. Oliver's chest tightened and his stomach twisted into knots, as his mind began to spiral. It did not help that Stefan remained silent and continued to walk toward the balcony.

Stefan opened the sliding door and settled themselves on the soft couch. Oliver's eyes started to well and could not contain himself anymore. He burst into tears and apologized over and over.

"I'm sorry daddy bear. I'm sorry."

"I'm mad, Oliver. You haven't been feeling well, yet you didn't tell me. I'm your husband, right? What if it's something serious? Am I that untrustworthy?" Stefan's voice was calm, but his eyes were empty and his expression tense.

Oliver shook his head furiously and buried his face in Stefan's chest. "No! I'm sorry, daddy bear. I thought it was just my body's response to new medications, so I let it be. I promise the morning sickness these past few days were less severe--"

Stefan's breathing hitched and grabbed Oliver by the shoulder. He scanned his baby's tearful expression and furrowed his brows. "Medications?"

Oliver blinked away his tears and nodded. "I have been drinking a special kind of vitamins ever since I was twelve. Mom and Dad got it from L.H. Pharmaceuticals."

Stefan's anger dissipated but he got curious. L.H. Pharmaceuticals was known to formulate drugs specifically for carriers. These are rare male species that can get pregnant.

Stefan gazed at his baby with wide eyes and he could feel his breathing stop. He swallowed and he felt a flutter in his belly. It can't be. If it is, then he would be the happiest man in the entire galaxy.

"B-baby, can you tell daddy what you have been feeling and experiencing these past few days?"

Oliver fluttered his eyes and nodded. Stefan is not mad anymore, but there is something about his aura. Stefan was looking at him hopefully, muttering please repeatedly under his breath, his posture stiff; an air of readiness around him.

"Um... after I discontinued my vitamins, I started feeling nauseated two weeks after. I also feel sleepy these days and my taste buds and sense of smell became sensitive. I have an uncontrollable craving for a strawberry smoothie, and I don't like the smell of cheese, which is kind of frustrating since I love anything with cheese. Also, daddy bear, my nipples become tender and swollen, but you made it better so--"

Oliver's eyes widened and his next words were drowned when Stefan cupped his face and kissed him without warning. He parted his mouth and let his daddy enter, and enjoyed the feel of Stefan's domination over his mouth.

Stefan broke the kiss with a ragged breath and rested his forehead against his. "Fuck, baby. This is unbelievable. I hope I'm not wrong, but I don't want to get my hopes up."

It was Oliver's turn to frown. He adorably scrunched his nose and leaned back. He captured his daddy's expectant and sparkling eyes, then jutted his bottom lip.

"What are you talking about, daddy bear? I'm so confused. Am I sick?"

Stefan tried to let go of the breath that bottled up in his chest and grabbed Oliver's hands shakily. Thank goodness that he's sitting, or else he might have collapsed on the floor as he started to confirm his assumption.

He leaned back and felt the cushion on his back, before exhaling sharply. "Baby, why did you stop drinking your vitamins? Is there a particular reason?" He has an idea, but he needs Oliver to confirm his theory.

"Mom told me to stop drinking it after I get married. I don't understand why, but she told me that I'll understand it later on. I think I made the wrong decision. I started feeling sick after changing my vitamins," he added with a pout, and Stefan's theory was correct.

"Your parents are so shrewd and secretive, baby. They never ceased to surprise me, even if they're not here anymore."

Oliver looked at him in confusion and he shook his head. "I'll call Trevor, my love. For now, let's get you a strawberry smoothie. For you and our small bean," he whispered and hugged his baby tight.

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Trevor came two hours later. Oliver satisfied his cravings for a strawberry smoothie, and his daddy painstakingly showered and cleaned his body in the gentlest way possible. There were times when Stefan's hands would rest on Oliver's tummy for a few seconds, and a stupid grin would cross his daddy's face.

Trevor conducted a blood test and a urine test on Oliver. After that, Stefan carried his baby back to their room and tucked him in for a nap. Then, he messaged Trevor to proceed to his office because they needed to discuss something important.

When Stefan entered his office, he saw his friend already deep in thought. He was staring at Oliver's bottle of vitamins. Stefan closed the door and Trevor noticed his presence.

"This is one of the rare moments where I get to see Trevor Hathaway dumbfounded," Stefan began and smirked at his friend.

Trevor rolled his eyes and leaned against his seat tiredly. "I don't know what to say, man. I'm... blown away." Trevor waved his hand in awe, his brows met in unison.

Stefan nodded and fixed his attention on the bottle. "Was I correct? That Oliver was taking a contraceptive and a suppressant, rather than a vitamin?"

Stefan has general knowledge about carriers. His late grandfather always told stories about a male acquaintance who bore his child.

Trevor nodded. "Yes. When they reach the age of twelve, the carriers will have the capability to get pregnant. They needed to drink a pill that will serve as a contraceptive and at the same time, will suppress their pheromones. From the limited resources I accessed, carriers will emit a strong and arousing scent that will lure the partner they fell in love with to breed them. To prevent unexpected pregnancies, L.H. Pharmaceuticals formulated a drug to help carriers around the world control their hormones. Early pregnancies are dangerous and may lead to the carrier's death. However, the company shut down seventeen years ago." Trevor explained and Stefan absorbed the information. Stefan suddenly felt nervous about Oliver's condition. He swore to take care of Oliver more than before if his husband is truly pregnant.

They could ask for some advice from the pharmaceutical company. It specializes in research about carriers. However, for some unknown reasons, L.H. Pharmaceuticals shut down without notice.

A thick silence blanketed the room before Stefan gathered enough courage to address the elephant in the room.

"Oliver is a carrier, right? Why would his parents give him this pill if not for that reason?" Stefan glanced at his friend and held his breath. Even if the evidence is confirming his theory, there's an off-chance that he's wrong. This is the reason why he did not include Oliver in the conversation.

His husband has become emotional lately and he doesn't want to cause him unnecessary stress. If he's wrong, then it's only him who will bear the brunt of his assumptions. Better him than Oliver.

If Oliver is truly a carrier, then everything would make sense-- the excessive pheromones, the natural lubrication, and his radiant glow. Stefan thought that it was just because he missed Oliver so much that made him insatiable. He can't get enough of Oliver since their honeymoon a month ago.

Trevor looked pensive and a slow smile slipped from his lips. "Yes. Oliver is a carrier, and I'm particularly curious where he inherited it." Trevor folded his arms and Stefan wrinkled his brows.

"What do you mean?"

Trevor heaved a deep sigh and crossed his legs. "Only one percent of the population are carriers, Stefan. If I'm not mistaken, only three families have the carrier gene in their blood: the Harris' clan, the Salvatore family, and Coleman's clan. There are cases where a person can become a carrier exclusively from these clans, but those are pretty rare."

Stefan nodded and heaved a deep sigh. There are still secrets being unfolded after all this time.

"We need to get to the bottom of this, but not without Oliver. For now, I need to know if my suspicion holds. I know that we still need to wait for the results, but is Oliver.... pregnant? Is my husband pregnant?"

Trevor glanced at his friend. Stefan was looking at him expectantly, his hands clasped together under his chin, and his knees bobbing up and down in a nervous motion with bated breath. Even without the results, Trevor knows the answer. Now that they confirmed that Oliver is a carrier, Stefan's suspicion will finally be answered.

Trevor exhaled sharply and smiled at his tense friend. "He's pregnant, Stefan. Your husband is pregnant." Trevor widened his eyes and cursed out loud when Stefan lost consciousness. "Fuck. I need to work on my delivery. Lately, everyone I meet passes out on me. This does not indicate a good pattern," Trevor mumbled and went to Stefan's rescue.

*****end of part 1*****