06-25-2018, 02:32 PM
It had been hard on Elliot how distant he and Alex had become, especially his omega instinct was relying so much on his alpha's pheromones to keep his pregnancy healthy. His mind kept replaying what the doctor had said about the danger on him and their babies. He tried to keep healthy, experimenting with different dishes with their maid and resting as much as he can, but it was futile with his situation. His body was rejecting all food, and without the support of Alex, he cannot provide enough energy leaving him very drained. There was even a time when he got so sick that he couldn't get up from the bed and needed a bucket for his nausea. He had his maid call Alex, only to go on voicemail every time. Good thing his doctor was available and got him more stabled, but the visit didn't end without another lecture on how his pregnancy is going downhill.
Elliot planned to file for leave soon. He wanted to ask Alex's opinion first, he never did had the chance. So his days of working continued. He would come to the office with a tired waddle, arms straining to support his back and belly, and dark bags under his eyes. His complexion was getting paler each day and there's not enough rest for him anymore. He can only manage small fruits during his 20 min breaks and is close to becoming malnourished. Elliot wanted to cry, and he did cry sometimes when he was alone in their bedroom. He felt so guilty for his babies. He can only rub his belly and try keep them positive but then he would broke to apologies. "We'll be okay, daddy and papa will see you soon. I bet all of you are gorgeous. D-daddy's sorry my angels.. p-please be strong."
Elliot had enough and today he was submitting his leave request even without Alex's opinion. He was on his way to the office when nausea came again. He had to ask the driver to pull over just so he can vomit. He already felt very weak since morning and was feeling the sickest since all this because. He was deciding to just head home. Then his phone rang. "Sir, we have a client seeking a meeting with you. It's urgent!" He had no choice. "John (the driver)... do you have paper bags" He needs to be in the office.
The client had been very demanding, not even having pity on him that he is pregnant and sick. When it was over, Elliot was feeling a bit delirious. An employee was offering tea that only triggered his vomiting again. He dashed for the toilet, and dry heaved for about 10 minutes. He walked out light-headed and wobbly in his steps. His vision had black dots and he was having difficulty in breathing. And then his knees buckled when pain shot through in his belly. "Aahh! My babies!" He was crying not knowing what to do. This is the most pain he'd been through and he's sure there's something wrong. Employees began crowding him that caused him to panic more and hyperventilate. He embraced his belly. He needed Alex, where's Alex? "A-Alex? Alex?" Then he saw the red coming from him, he fainted.
When Elliot woke, he was in a hospital, various wires and IV attached to him. He remembered what happened, he quickly sat himself up feeling for his belly. He cried hard feeling it still round. The movements in there have become weak but he could still feel, three pairs of baby feet. "Thank you! Thank you! You're so strong. Daddy's sorry angels. I'm so sorry!" Alex suddenly came in, maybe had gone to buy food only to return to hearing his fiancee's voice after being three days in coma. "A-Alex..."
Elliot planned to file for leave soon. He wanted to ask Alex's opinion first, he never did had the chance. So his days of working continued. He would come to the office with a tired waddle, arms straining to support his back and belly, and dark bags under his eyes. His complexion was getting paler each day and there's not enough rest for him anymore. He can only manage small fruits during his 20 min breaks and is close to becoming malnourished. Elliot wanted to cry, and he did cry sometimes when he was alone in their bedroom. He felt so guilty for his babies. He can only rub his belly and try keep them positive but then he would broke to apologies. "We'll be okay, daddy and papa will see you soon. I bet all of you are gorgeous. D-daddy's sorry my angels.. p-please be strong."
Elliot had enough and today he was submitting his leave request even without Alex's opinion. He was on his way to the office when nausea came again. He had to ask the driver to pull over just so he can vomit. He already felt very weak since morning and was feeling the sickest since all this because. He was deciding to just head home. Then his phone rang. "Sir, we have a client seeking a meeting with you. It's urgent!" He had no choice. "John (the driver)... do you have paper bags" He needs to be in the office.
The client had been very demanding, not even having pity on him that he is pregnant and sick. When it was over, Elliot was feeling a bit delirious. An employee was offering tea that only triggered his vomiting again. He dashed for the toilet, and dry heaved for about 10 minutes. He walked out light-headed and wobbly in his steps. His vision had black dots and he was having difficulty in breathing. And then his knees buckled when pain shot through in his belly. "Aahh! My babies!" He was crying not knowing what to do. This is the most pain he'd been through and he's sure there's something wrong. Employees began crowding him that caused him to panic more and hyperventilate. He embraced his belly. He needed Alex, where's Alex? "A-Alex? Alex?" Then he saw the red coming from him, he fainted.
When Elliot woke, he was in a hospital, various wires and IV attached to him. He remembered what happened, he quickly sat himself up feeling for his belly. He cried hard feeling it still round. The movements in there have become weak but he could still feel, three pairs of baby feet. "Thank you! Thank you! You're so strong. Daddy's sorry angels. I'm so sorry!" Alex suddenly came in, maybe had gone to buy food only to return to hearing his fiancee's voice after being three days in coma. "A-Alex..."