What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 95: You Could Be Pregnant!

Chapter 95: You Could Be Pregnant!
The first thing Viktor felt when he woke up was the warmth. Not the heavy, sticky heat that had filled the room for the past three days, but the soft, gentle warmth of Elias’s body curled against his chest. The sheets were tangled around their legs, the air still thick with the faint sweetness of vanilla and something darker... Viktor’s own scent, now permanently mixed with Elias’s.
Viktor didn’t move for a long time. He just stared at Elias’s sleeping face, the way his lashes rested against his cheeks, the way his lips were slightly parted, the way his hair stuck out in every direction like he’d been through a storm. Three days. Three full days of Elias’s heat, of holding him, of knotting him, of whispering apologies into his skin when he thought Elias was too far gone to hear.
He almost reached out to touch Elias’s cheek... just a brush of his fingers... but he stopped himself. His hand hovered in the air for a second before dropping back to the mattress.
’Don’t push it,’
he told himself.
’You’ve already taken too much, Viktor,’
Quietly, Viktor slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Elias. His body ached in places he didn’t know could ache, but it was a good ache. A satisfied one. He padded to the bathroom, the cold tile shocking against his bare feet. The mirror showed a man who looked like he’d been through war... dark circles under his eyes, stubble thick on his jaw, bite marks and scratches covering his shoulders and chest. He turned the shower on hot and stepped under the spray, letting the water wash away the sweat, the dried slick, the evidence of three days of being needed.
When he came out with the towel slung low on his hips, Elias was awake.
He was sitting up in bed, one hand pressed to his temple, the other gripping the sheet like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His face was pale, eyes squinted against the light filtering through the curtains.
"Elias?" Viktor crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees beside the bed. "Hey, talk to me. Are you okay?"
Elias tried to nod, but it turned into a wince. "Head," he rasped. "Everything hurts."
Viktor reached out instinctively, but Elias flinched away, his hand coming up between them like a shield. "I’m fine," he said quickly. "Just... give me a second."
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, tried to stand....and immediately crumpled. His knees buckled like they’d forgotten how to work, and he would’ve hit the floor if Viktor hadn’t caught him.
"Put me down!" Elias yelped, his voice cracking as Viktor scooped him up bridal-style. "Viktor, I swear..."
"Relax," Viktor said, his voice calm even as his heart hammered. "You haven’t eaten in three days. Your legs are jelly. Let me help."
Elias opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out. He was too tired, too sore, too embarrassed. His face burned as Viktor carried him to the bathroom like he weighed nothing.
The tub was already filling with warm water... Viktor must’ve started it while Elias was still half-conscious. Viktor set him down on the edge, then knelt to test the temperature.
"I can wash myself," Elias muttered, clutching the towel Viktor had wrapped around him.
"Yeah, sure," Viktor said, rolling his eyes. "You can barely sit up."
He reached for the soap, but Elias slapped his hand away. "I said I can do it."
Viktor raised both hands in surrender. "Fine. I’ll turn around."
He did....but not before Elias caught the smirk on his face.
"I’ve seen everything anyway," Viktor added, his voice low and teasing. "Inside and out."
Elias’s face went scarlet. "Shut up."
He managed to wash himself, sort of. His hands shook, and he kept dropping the soap, but he refused Viktor’s help every time it was offered. When he was done, Viktor wrapped him in a fresh towel and carried him back to the bedroom.
"Stop treating me like a kid," Elias grumbled as Viktor set him on the bed.
"Then stop acting like one," Viktor shot back, but there was no heat in it. He disappeared into his walk-in closet and came back with a soft grey hoodie and sweatpants. "These should fit. The twins got them for me last year. They were too small for me, but they’ll work for you."
Elias stared at the clothes in his lap. He didn’t recognise them since he wasn’t with the twins when they got it for their father, but he remembered the twins telling him about it. They had picked them out for Viktor’s birthday, excitedly because they’d found something "cool and comfy." Elias looked at them as he swallowed hard, his throat tight.
Viktor noticed. He knelt in front of Elias, his voice softer now.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain anywhere?"
Elias shook his head. "I just... I want to go home."
The words hit Viktor like a punch to the gut. He’d known this was coming... knew Elias didn’t want to be here, didn’t want ’him’... but hearing it out loud still hurt.
"Elias," he started, taking Elias’s hand gently. "I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. But I meant everything I said these past three days. I’ll take care of you. Even if you don’t do it on my behalf, please say yes on behalf of the twins. Whatever happens, I’ll..."
"Stop." Elias pulled his hand away, his voice flat. "I’m not doing this for you."
Viktor’s jaw tightened. "Then why?"
Elias looked away, his fingers twisting in the fabric of the hoodie.
"I’m not doing it for anyone. But, if anyone... maybe the twins. They miss me, I know. They need me. But I’m not... I’m not interested in anything else."
Viktor was quiet for a long moment. Then he nodded.
"Okay. For the twins. But Elias....let’s do it right. A matching test. If it’s over 50%, I’ll be there for you and for your sister. There’ll be no strings. No pressure. Just... let me prove I’ve changed."
Elias closed his eyes. When he opened them, they landed on his watch... the one that had been silent for three days. The screen glowed softly:
’Vitals stable. No heat detected.’
He let out a shaky breath. For the first time in weeks, he felt... normal.
"Fine," he said finally. "Let’s do a matching test. But it has to be over 50% for me to say yes. Got it?"
Viktor’s shoulders sagged with relief. "Thank you."
They dressed in silence... Elias in the too-big hoodie, Viktor in a simple black shirt and jeans. Viktor called for the car, and they slipped out before Gerald or Clara could notice. The drive to the matching centre was quiet, Elias staring out the window, Viktor stealing glances every few minutes like he was afraid Elias would disappear.
.
.
Dr Patel was in his office when they arrived, sipping coffee and reviewing files. He looked up when Elias burst through the door, Viktor right behind him.
"Good morning, doctor. I want to do a matching test," Elias said without preamble. "Now."
Dr Patel’s face lit up. "Elias! Finally! I was about to call Nathan and..."
"Not Nathan," Elias cut in. "I’ll be doing it with Viktor."
Dr Patel’s smile froze. His eyes darted between them... Elias, flushed and determined, and Viktor, calm but tense.
"Viktor Drago?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes," Elias said. "Let’s get it over with."
Dr Patel opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "Are you... Sure?"
Elias nodded. "Just do it. Please,"
The next hour was a blur of paperwork, blood draws, pheromone samples, and awkward silence in the waiting room. Viktor sat with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. Elias sat three seats away, arms crossed, leg bouncing.
"You don’t have to do this," Elias said quietly. "If you’ve changed your mind..."
"I haven’t," Viktor snapped. Then, softer: "I’m sure it won’t come out negative."
Elias stared at him before looking away. "I see."
They were called back in. Dr Patel held the results in a sealed envelope, his face unreadable.
"Before I open this," he said, "I need to ask... Elias, did Nathan give you the kit? The emergency pills?"
Elias frowned. "What kit?"
Dr Patel’s face fell. "The one with the suppressants and the morning-after pills. He was supposed to..."
"I never saw any kit," Elias said. "Why?"
Dr Patel looked like he’d aged ten years. "Because if you didn’t take the pills before three days of heat with an alpha..."
He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to.
Elias’s hand flew to his stomach. Viktor went very, very still.
Dr Patel opened the envelope.
The paper trembled slightly in his hands.
"Compatibility match," he read, his voice barely above a whisper. "96.7%."
Elias’s breath caught. Viktor’s head snapped up.
"96.7%?" Elias repeated, his voice cracking. "That’s... that’s not possible."
"It’s the highest we’ve ever recorded," Dr Patel said faintly. "World record. You two are..." He gestured vaguely. "Perfect."
Viktor didn’t hear the rest. He was across the room in two steps, pulling Elias into his arms, crushing him against his chest. Elias made a startled sound, hands fumbling against Viktor’s back.
"Elias," Viktor breathed into his hair. "96.7%. You’re mine. You’re really..."
"Get off," Elias mumbled, but he didn’t push away. Not really.
Dr Patel cleared his throat. "About the pills..."
Elias went rigid. Viktor’s arms tightened.
"If I didn’t take them," Elias said slowly, "does that mean...?"
Dr Patel nodded. "There’s a very high chance you could get pregnant."
"What?"