FOR HIS UNCLE

3 years later.

I stared down at the papers in my hands long and hard, my bottom lip trembling, mirroring the actions of my hands that clenched the test results.

“I’m really sorry about this, Andrea, we've been trying our best to keep him from going into a coma but it’s getting harder and his health is deteriorating further,” The grey haired doctor said, he looked at me with a sympathetic gaze and reached out to hold my hand in his comfortingly.

I pulled away before his skin could touch mine and forced out an awkward smile as I took a step back from the doctor and loosened my hold on the papers.

Last thing I wanted was anyone's pity, most especially from a man who already looked down on my because I was an omega.

“What…is that the only way?” I asked cautiously, I knew the answer to my question but I couldn’t help myself. I fervently wished there would be another way, I hoped there would be another solution.

“Yes,” Dr. Martin nodded, his eyes still rested on my hand that I had moved away and his lips became pursed with discontent.

He definitely didn’t expect an omega to reject his advances, much less a packless one. It was my new status, one that I’ve grown used to in the past two years. It didn’t matter to me, nothing mattered to me…not even the looks of disdain and list I got from Dr. Martin, no matter how unsettled he made me feel.

“You will have to bring the father of your child over to see if his blood is compatible with your son's, if not…”

The unfinished sentence made a heavy weight settle in my stomach as I nodded, showing my understanding. I swallowed thickly, staring down at my feet as my shoulders tensed up and my heart began to pound fast and hard in my chest. So fast that it was almost painful. I wasn’t just scared, I was fucking afraid!

“Judging by your circumstances,” Dr. Martin began, no longer hiding the disdain in his tone, “I’m assuming that will be something that’s rather hard for you to do so we will have to discuss payments for life support for as long as you can afford, he will need it in the coming weeks,” Dr. Martins stuck his hands in his pockets seeing as I didn’t let him touch me and his lips stretched into a sneer.

My fists clenched again, I was barely reeling in my emotions as is.

“Are you insinuating that I don’t know who the father of my son is?” I asked with narrowed eyes, feeling anger grow in my chest along with the hurt and fear that was consuming me slowly.

Dr. Martin cleared his throat and looked away, “I didn’t say those words, you did,” He said in an obvious tone. Then he brought his hands out of his white coat and walked out of his office, leaving me practically shaking with anger behind him.

After a few seconds, I finally calmed my fear for my son, Cole.

I had to be level headed for him.

He was my only reason for living currently, if anything were to happen to him—

For the nth time that morning, I held back my tears, squaring my shoulders as I finally left the doctors office and made my way to my son’s hospital room.

When I pushed open the door, I felt drained of all my energy as I saw all of those tubes sticking out of my baby. He was so small compared to the life saving machines that surrounded him. His usual bright electric blue eyes were closed shut and his once beautiful olive skin was pale, despite being so young, his cheeks were hollowed and the more I started at him, the more my heart broken into a thousand pieces. I longed to see those eyes look up at me with bright innocence yet again and his smile when he saw Enzo or a toy.

Enzo was at the bedside, his face buried in his palms and his foot silently tapping on the floor, no doubt exhausted from the countless hours he’d spent by Cole's side.

He was such a blessing.

I wished I could do more for him as a friend rather than always giving him reasons to worry.

His sensitive nose picked up my scent from the door and his head raised to look at her.

His blond hair was in slight disarray and his brown eyes had dark circles beneath them, yet he managed a smile as he stood up the second his eyes took in my shaken state.

He didn’t ask any questions before pulling me into a warm hug, it took all the strength I had in me to hold back my tears as I let his warmth encompass her.

“They said I have to get his father for the blood transfusion…after all it is a genetic illness,” I whispered into his chest, fear seeping into my tone and my legs shaking. Saying those words out loud made everything seem real.

I felt Enzo stiffen and then pull back to look down at her, in his eyes equally conflicted emotions as he held my shoulders.

“We have to do it for him, Andrea,” He nods, “You're going to have to contact him,”

I took in a sharp intake of breath, my legs nearly losing it’s strength as the reality of my situation sunk in.

After that night, after seeing his face, those blue eyes and hearing his name…I knew I couldn’t ever meet with him again.

When I found out I was pregnant, I felt it was my second chance at life but going to that family would take that second chance away, so I fled, running away from everything the second my parents kicked me out of the house.

Enzo helped me set everything up in a new city, my omega status still mattered here but at least I was free.

For two years, I’ve been.

Until now.

Cole was just two years and three months old, he didn’t deserve all the pain he was going through.

“They'll…” I breathed, “He'll kill me if he finds out I kept this from him or worse, why would he help me? Why would he want a child birthed by an omega?”

“I,” Enzo called out with an expression that was strangely calm, “I will make sure nothing happens to you…you have to remember this isn’t about you, but Cole,”

Yes, for Cole.

For Cole I would do anything, I would willingly get on my knees and beg just for him to be okay.

I loved my son more than life itself, I have spent the past two years being a completely different person, a much more happier person because of my son.

I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

Even if it meant getting in contact with the Vincenzo family again.

“Do you have a way to contact him?” Enzo asked as he pulled away and sat back down with a heavy sigh. He was obviously exhausted and I felt so guilty for it.

I shook my head, “I don’t,” I fiddled with my fingers, “But I do have his nephew’s number…I’m—I guess I’ll have to start with him,”

My blood ran cold after that final sentence.

I heard Enzo grit his teeth in anger, he was remembering the incident from two years ago.

So was I.

It was still fresh in my mind and sometimes I still felt deep pangs in my chest from the rejection.

Now I had to call Luke.

How was I going to explain the situation to him?

How was I going to tell him that I had a child for his uncle?