THE OMEGA - 2 | ✓

Pregnancy

Tay opens the fridge to see the packed meals he received from home all gone. Frowning in disappointment and confusion, turning his head to look at the counter to see it as clean as he left it, then searching around the fridge to find any indication of packed food, the young doctor finally gives up and closes the door. Sighing, he starts to think of something to cook instead, still pondering about the fate of his home meal.

Did New finish all the food? There was still a lot left when they had dinner yesterday, and his mate does not have that big of an appetite either.

"Newwiee, did you finish all the Pad Thai?" He asks as his omega makes his way out the bedroom, probably just awaken from his nap. New does not answer, instead he walks around the counter towards Tay and pulls him in for a hug; the alpha naturally lifting his arm to make space. "I threw them away."

"What? Why? I-"

"It smelled really bad-" New cuts him, almost whining in his embrace.

"It's pickled food!" Tay cannot believe his mate would do something like this! They just ate the food last night! "There's still a lot-"

"I threw up this morning." New cuts his complaint short and stares at him, leaving Tay speechless.

He still wants to argue but knowing fully well how sensitive New's stomach is, and his tendency to get gastritis, not to mention, Tay's own strong tummy which can devour moldy bread without getting sick, he can only sigh in surrender. Maybe New is right, maybe the food had gone bad and he didn't realize it. Placing both his hands on the omega's shoulders, looking into his eyes to see that tired face, he questions, "Still wanna throw up?"

"Nope. I think I'm good." New takes a deep breath before enveloping his arms around his alpha, pulling himself closer for another embrace.

Today was long, he didn't feel good at all and yet, he had to continue working from home despite his condition. Days like this makes him long for his mate the most but Tay had another surgery today so he cannot even call the man whenever he wants. Having his mate by his side alas, getting to take in his scent just makes the day all better. "I pooped the nasties out."

"Heyy." Tay pushes the laughing man away, pretending a disgust while shaking his head. Once the omega calms down enough to listen, and both their stomachs growl in hunger, he announces his leave for grocery; warning the omega not to throw anything good away or he will be starved which earns him a cute pout.

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"You okay?" Tay knocks on the bathroom door, concerned for his omega. It doesn't happen every day but once in a few days, New will wake up running to the toilet to throw up, returning with pale face and cold hands. He suspects gastritis again, and the sick one agrees but despite the hypothesis, New refuses to go see a doctor. According to him, he has been through the ordeal so much he knows how to treat himself without medicine.

Hah. As if. New is obviously not having mere acute gastritis, avoiding spicy food will not do it. But of course, every time he says that, the man will retort back by saying how doctors like to prescribe unnecessary medicine to their patients, shutting Tay up for good. Because, sometimes he will do that when he is not sure about which medicine would work but hey, not every disease has a definite cure, and everyone reacts differently to the same medicine so…

Sighing, getting angry at himself for not being able to convince the person he cares the most to seek medical help despite being a doctor himself, Tay makes way to the kitchen to pour the omega a glass of water.

It is not as if he hadn't tried, they almost got into a huge fight when he had enough of New's stubbornness and used his alpha voice. Obviously it didn't go well, and they stopped talking for a few days afterwards, that is, until the man threw up again.