Morrison whined and did his best not to squirm as his grip white knuckled around the wood of the headboard, fat tears falling down his face and collecting into a damp spot on his pillow. He sobbed and whimpered as he struggled to even stay conscious, the pain over whelmed him, Morrison had passed out around the five minute mark. At his threshold and over it four time's over, he snivled softly in his sleep and shuddered every few moments even after the deed was done. His bandage wrapped up again and infection free finally, though he wasn't exactly awake to celebrate it.
His hand still cradled the bulk of his small stomach, as much as he didn't want to be, he was still an omega- a pregnant one at that. No matter how much he hated himself, his situation, or Jamie, he couldn't fully hate the child that was growing within him. Whether it was against his will or not.
His hand still cradled the bulk of his small stomach, as much as he didn't want to be, he was still an omega- a pregnant one at that. No matter how much he hated himself, his situation, or Jamie, he couldn't fully hate the child that was growing within him. Whether it was against his will or not.
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