The First Omega || NaNoWriMo 2019

Chapter 2

 "I can't fucking believe that asswhole! To degrade you so thoroughly when all of his discoveries were because of you! He'd be nothing if you weren't there to help him Ry." Dreece's voice seemed to echo in the space around me.

Nodding, I stared into my beer, tilting it ever so slightly to watch the way the dingy light in Stiffy's reflected off the surface. A perfectly manicured hand reached out removing the glass before capturing my chin and making me turn toward them.

A few frown lines dented the smooth perfection of Dreece's face as they looked me over. I looked like shit, no doubt there. This was my third or fourth beer and the whole world was starting to get a bit funny looking. The blue of Dreece's hair seemed to scream in the horrid lighting as they clucked their tongue at me.

"You know what you should do Ry? You should dump his ass. Dump him and quit. Finish up your dissertations." There mellow voice soothed my headache ever so slightly, even if the words weren't all that helpful.

"And how the fuck would I do that? I need to have the ability to do research for a dissertation, plus I wouldn't have anywhere to live if I did. And I don't even know what I want to do my dissertation about." Even as I was speaking Dreece snorted waving their hand absently through the air.

"Simply, you tell him you are done, pack a bag and come crash at my place till you can find an apartment. And as to your research and dissertation, well that's even easier. Do it all on your male pregnancy theory! You said you've had a ton of success working on that with mice and I've seen your research so I know it's good." Dreece was grinning as they seemed to lay out the easiest solution to all my problems.

"Sure I could, except that I still haven't had a chance to try live trials, and unlike with the gender removal theory that worked perfectly for you, I don't have any willing candidates just lined up and waiting. Like Andrew said... no normal man would ever want to carry a child." My shoulders slumped forward, eyes dropping to my beer once more where it sat next to Dreece's margarita.

"Bull shit! You know of at least one person who would be more than willing to participate in that study." Dreece's eyes twinkled with mischief as they spoke, filling me with a slow dread.

"I'm fairly certain I don't Dreece..."

"Yes you do. You could administer it to yourself. Duh." There it was, the simple, yet terrifying solutions I've come to rely on Dreece for.

"M-Myself?" My voice squeaked, heat filling my cheeks.

"Yes Ry, yourself. You've told me more than once that you wish you could experience childbirth. Plus you have an obsession with visiting the hospital nursery whenever we meet up for lunch. And this way you don't have to worry about ruining someone else's life if it doesn't work."

Dreece crossed their arms grinning down at me. The way they were able to lay out a solution so bluntly was amazing and sometimes terrifying.

"I mean... I'll have to think on it. Plus there wouldn't be any way to know if it worked without a willing partner. So dumping Andrew would almost be counter productive at that point." There was the famous eye roll.

"No it wouldn't be. All you'd need is a few good one night stands. Plus they would help cleanse you of your Andrew obsession. But I get it, I mean okay I don't because I don't ever want kids, but sure you don't want to have to do it alone. Just think on it Ry."

"Oh I'll think on it, I just don't know if it's the perfect idea and I definitely need to think on it when I'm not drunk as a skunk."

"Can skunk's actually get drunk? Now that would be a fun thing to research." Dreece effortlessly carried the conversation away from my worries. Smiling I offered a few points of observation, but eventually we just fell into a companionable silence.