Excuse me?!”
He was trying not to yell, trying very hard. His hands were already fisted into his track pants, trying to make heads and tails of what he was being told. Was he hyperventilating? If not, he was close to it. This was impossible.
“I can run the test again, if you’d like, but I feel confident--”
“P-please run it again,” Yuuri pleaded, accepting the nod from the doctor as he left the room.
It couldn’t be possible. There was no way! He and Victor had just officially started courting a month ago. After the heat they had spent together they had discusses everything, from their careers, to Yurio’s involvement in their life as Victor’s rink mate, and his demands for Victor’s coaching. There’d need to be a separation as coach and mate if they decided to take that route. Yurio voiced his opinion about favoritism towards a prospective mate, followed closely by a number of fans who thought Victor should return to Russia for Yurio.
In the end, Victor did return to Russia, to put affairs in order at which time he was coming back to Japan to live full time during the skating season. He offered Yurio to live in Japan with him, if he was so desperate for his coaching. Now, Yuuri got three calls a day from the young man, complaining about how he didn’t want to live in Japan and Yuuri should just drag his fat ass over to Russia and deal. Never before had Yuuri thought of an alpha as ‘cute’ until he met Yuri Plisetsky. Beyond that one pheromone induced moment, Yuuri almost felt protective of the alpha, and it was rather funny.
But now everything would be changed. It couldn’t be the same anymore. Not if the doctor came back and--
“It’s positive again, Yuuri,” he said, showing Yuuri the test results, run thrice, each one more positive than the next.
“I’m pregnant.”
How?! He had only come in here for a physical, since he had gained weight since Victor left. Minako contributed it to stress, from both his heat, and the coaching situation. He hadn’t be eating outside of his normal diet prescribed by Victor, and had katsudon maybe twice. When he caught the flu post heat his sister had teased that he got pregnant. Which, of course, was impossible. Besides, an omega’s immune system was compromised during their heat, leaving him open to things like the flu. It wasn’t uncommon!
“I’m on birth control! I can’t be!”
“I recommend you stop taking the birth control. I can’t say your situation is common, Yuuri, but i have seen it before, usually in male omegas. Sometimes there are forces at work that even science can’t explain. From what we could see of your samples, by all accounts the birth control should be working. There is the possibility that your hormones and that of your alpha could have been strong enough to neutralize the birth control. I’ve seen that happen in bond mates before. Are you bonded?”
“No! No! We just started courting recently! We don’t even call each other mates yet!”
The doctor took his seat, pulling out a clipboard, looking it over. “From the preliminary examine we’re estimating you at roughly 10 weeks, would that be correct?”
“My heat was almost three months ago, so I guess--”
“Well, there are options, Yuuri. You’re still within the window to terminate the pregnancy. Trust me, you wouldn’t be the first athlete to terminate to keep their career. There’s actually a support group for omegas who are open about the process. There’s also the option of adoption, if you choose to carry to term but don’t feel parenting is the right choice for you. And there’s keeping the baby. I have pamphlets i can get you, help you through this decision.”
He nodded, looking down at his stomach. “I..my...it’s father..the baby’s father is in Russia till the end of the week, and I want to discuss this with him.”
“A fair decision,” the doctor smiled. “I’m going to go get this pamphlets for you, and get you some prenatal vitamins you should start taking. I’ll go ahead and schedule you your next appointment too.”
“Thank you.” Yuuri placed a hand on his stomach, rubbing across the growing bulge that he had thought was fat. Was this a good thing? Or bad?
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