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I wish you would write a fic where...

Omega Eddie Munson has trauma from his past lover(?) making him get an abortion and when he finds out he's pregnant with Steve's pup he spirals and panics and hides away and his scent is all sour, covering up the sweet new scent of his pregnancy and Steve doesn't know what's happening until Eddie breaks down and tells him and Steve comforts him <3

(lots of angst, if you're not comfy with writing it that is perfectly fine!!)

Baby Mine (2.4k)

CW: omegaverse, mpreg, past abortion and discussions of abortion

It’s bad.

Maybe not as bad as the time demobats tried to eat his guts for dinner and Steve had single-handedly carried him out of the upside down, barely making it to the hospital in time for them to save his life.

But still bad. Just as terrifying. Just as bone-chilling.

For such an innocuous little piece of plastic, Eddie has never been more afraid in his life. At least with Vecna he’d been mostly sure that he wouldn’t live to deal with the consequences of his actions.

He’d been on the run at the time and hated omegas don’t care about their future.

Loved and cherished ones do.

Omegas like Eddie care.

He cares that he apparently screwed up with his birth control again and it wasn’t on a safe day, wasn’t just a false alarm where he could ‘learn from this in the future.’

He cares that there are two pink lines staring him down from the pregnancy test in front of him and no mating bite on his neck yet, reminding him that it’s just like last time.

Last time Eddie held a positive pregnancy test, it had almost ruined his life. It had been the driving force for the worst breakup of his entire life and he’d not so much as even thought about all of that since getting together with Steve.

Steve doesn’t know about that.

Steve could never know.

Steve is perfect. He’s kind and gentle, the sort of alpha every omega wishes they had. From a good family and equipped with a smile that melts hearts in an instant. All of that and for some reason, he still chose Eddie as his boyfriend and trusted him to make smart decisions.

But Eddie doesn’t even remember to take his ADHD meds half the time. Why would anyone trust him to get his birth control taken correctly?

Except that Steve trusts him and thinks the best of him. Always tells Eddie how smart and wonderful and clever he is, as if he can speak the words into existence and make Eddie something he’s never been.

As if he can will himself into being more responsible.

Steve is going to be disappointed.

He’ll be kind about it– he’s always kind to Eddie, even when he doesn’t deserve it. His alpha will pity him, tell him that it was an accident and that he knows mistakes happen and that Eddie just needs to find a new system for his meds (one that won’t allow him to do this again).

And then–

And then he’ll make the appointment.

Just like last time, Eddie will apologize and do his best to atone for his mistake. He’ll chip in for his half of the procedure and ask Steve to drive him there and back, that way Wayne won’t have to know too.

In a matter of days, it will be done.

Eddie won’t be with child and maybe this time his boyfriend won’t dump him in the aftermath. He’ll do better to keep a smile on his face afterwards, to not look so sad about it. Steve won’t know that this isn’t what he wants, but Steve is more important than anything else.

He can’t lose Steve.

He can’t lose another alpha– but especially Steve. Not the first person to really love him, to accept that he’s not quiet and sweet like other omegas. Eddie isn’t demure or polite, not the right shape of domesticated and shiny that alphas look for in their potential mates.

Everything about him is too much. Too twitchy and excited, too loud.

Steve loves him though.

So no matter how much Eddie might want this baby, he needs Steve even more. He loves Steve so much it hurts, so much he’ll go through this again if that’s what will save their relationship.

Eddie muffles a sob with his free hand.

Distantly, he can hear the front door open and the sound of footsteps in the entrance of their trailer.

He hides. It’s not what he was planning to do, but Eddie panics at the idea of addressing the mess he’s made. Just like a child who got caught drawing on the walls, Eddie tosses the evidence and darts towards their bedroom.

“Eddie?”

Nope.

Eddie shuts the door behind him, careful not to let the hinge creak. He scrambles to locate a place to go, somewhere Steve won’t find him.

The footsteps get closer.

“Eds? Are you home?” Steve calls again, his voice a bit louder now.

Eddie yanks up the blankets of his nest and practically dives into it, only remembering belatedly that he should’ve done more to protect his pup from the movement. Without thinking, he throws every available material in his nest over top of him, burying his body within the smells of his pack and only leaving himself the smallest hole for air.

It takes a second to get it all in place, to tuck all the blankets and pillows and other pieces of clothing around him properly, but Eddie manages.

He can breathe again, inhaling the scents of his alpha and their friends until he feels a little less shaky and tense. His hands move to cradle his belly, the tiniest bump found there if he presses in just the right spot.

The little life there feels warm beneath his fingertips. Eddie knows he must be imagining the way he can practically smell the cottony softness of a baby in his nest, but he wants to believe it’s real.

Eddie is pregnant.

He’s carrying Steve’s baby– their baby.

“Oh, there you are."

No.

Not yet.

Please, just a few more minutes. Eddie hasn’t had enough time to love his child. He’s a parent now. He’s supposed to protect his baby, to love them and cherish them and keep them safe.

“What are you doing under there, baby? Taking a nap?” The blankets near his face are pulled back, leaving him face to face with a smiling Steve. His expression turns to concern when he catches sight of Eddie’s somber one. “Whoa, what’s the matter? Are you sick?”

Jesus.

Steve is too good for him.

“Hey, don’t cry now. It’s gonna be alright,” Steve whispers, cupping the omega’s face so softly. “I’m here.”

He’s still not used to being touched like something precious, something that matters to anyone as perfect as Steve.

He also didn’t realize he was actually crying.

“Steve… I’m so sorry.”

The dam breaks and it’s more than just a couple tears now. His whole face feels wet, even as Steve attempts to wipe them away with his thumbs.

“Can I join you?” Steve asks quietly, voice wavering slightly.

He hesitates for only a brief moment. No matter how much he wants to be alone, just having his alpha nearby is a great comfort.

Eddie nods shakily.

Steve doesn’t wait to crawl in behind him in the nest, wrapping his arms around Eddie and pressing his face close to his neck. A kiss is pressed there, light and full of sweetness that makes him flinch.

The sudden tenseness in Steve’s body says that his reaction didn’t go unnoticed.

“What’s going on, honey? You don’t smell sick, but you smell… different. Did something happen today?”

The worry in Steve’s voice is too much.

He draws a breath. It hurts. His lungs burn.

“I fucked up, Stevie. I- I fucked up my meds again,” Eddie admits. It comes out hoarsely, but at least it comes out. He wasn’t sure the words were even going to make it out for a second there.

“Oh.”

Eddie waits.

“No big deal. We can just do the laundry together tomorrow.”

Huh?

What in the hell does his birth control have to do with… the laundry? Unless– unless Steve misunderstood which meds he was referring to. Goddamnit, he was supposed to do the laundry today too.

So now he has no clean underwear and he’s knocked up. Life is great.

“Not just my ADHD meds.”

Eddie can practically hear the gears turning in Steve’s head as he tries to make sense of the omega’s seemingly nonsensical addendum to his confession.

“What other…” Steve trails off, sounding utterly confused. He’ll get there. “Eds, you only take two pills every day."

He whimpers. Nods.

“Yeah,” he agrees, turning his head to try and see over his shoulder.

Just in time to see understanding bloom over Steve’s handsome face.

“Did we- I mean- are you…?”

Eddie tries to keep it together when he makes an affirming noise, tries to not sound like the earth is no longer under his feet.

For his efforts, he gets multiple kisses pressed all over his neck. They’re not the comforting kind Eddie is expecting like when he’s sick or sad.

They’re happy ones. Celebratory kisses.

Steve is… happy about this?

“I’m pregnant,” Eddie states, hoping this clears things up.

He’d rather rip the bandaid off quickly, make it known what the entire situation is and how bad his actual mess is. Better than to let Steve go on thinking there’s a reason to celebrate.

Steve’s smile doesn’t waver.

Eddie blurts out, “I’ll make the appointment for tomorrow. Will you come with me?”

Steve’s smile finally drops.

“Appointment?” he asks slowly. “What appointment, Eddie? Are you far enough along to see a doctor already?”

He can feel himself shaking.

Why is Steve making him say it outloud? Wasn’t asking for a ride to the clinic embarrassing enough? Is this a punishment for fucking up, a way to make him do better in the future and not end up in this situation for a third time in his life?

Tears begin to run down his face again, but he doesn’t bother to wipe them away.

“You know what kind of appointment I’m talking about, Steve. The- the kind where…” Eddie doesn’t want to say it. He grabs for his stomach, feeling like a traitor for even talking about this in the presence of his child. “Where I leave and I’m not pregnant anymore. That kind.”

Steve sucks in a sharp breath.

“You don’t want it.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

“What I want is irrelevant here,” he spits back, feeling oddly like a cornered animal here. “We both know how this is gonna end, so let me have today. Let me have one day, Steve. Please.”

Steve’s arms tighten their hold, his hands dropping to cover Eddie’s own on his belly and thread their fingers together. His face presses in close too, resting in the crook of Eddie’s neck where it fits perfectly.

It’s cruel, to know what they could’ve had in another world.

“What you want is the only thing that matters here, Eddie,” he whispers, his words slow and careful. Once more, Eddie feels fragile. Breakable. “If you want to make the appointment, then we can do that. But if you’re doing it because you think you have to, that it’s what I want, then we need to talk about this.”

Eddie doesn’t want to talk about any of it. He wants to sleep in his nice warm nest with his alpha and pup. He wants to feel safe again.

Still, he knows he owes Steve an explanation.

“I’ve done this before.” At the confused noise he gets in return, Eddie realizes that he’s probably being unintentionally cryptic, which isn’t helping things. “I got pregnant and I had an abortion because he told me to get one. I didn’t have a choice.”

Steve knows who Eddie’s referring to, but not this part. Not the part that’s haunted him far beyond the end of their relationship.

“Oh, baby… I’m so sorry.”

Eddie bites his lip, tries to stay strong. He doesn’t need pity, but Steve’s scent has turned sour and sad, like a sympathy reaction.

Now they’re on the same page.

There’s no reason to sugar coat this.

“If you tell me to get another one, I will. I can’t lose you, alpha."

The honesty tastes burnt in his mouth. It tastes like bitter regret and pain that hasn’t even happened yet, just another scar ripped open in order to make sure it never really heals.

Steve takes it all in stride though.

One hand slides out of Eddie’s and comes up to hold his face once more. It holds him gently, but it also directs his gaze to Steve’s with light pressure that’s barely over the threshold of a suggestion.

“Omega, answer me truthfully. Please,” Steve tells him.

He’s never heard Steve’s alpha voice before. It's surprisingly calm, surprisingly reassuring and gentle. It compels him to obey.

“Okay.”

“Don’t think about me or anyone else when you answer. This is about you and what you want.” Eddie nods. He’s pretty sure Steve wouldn’t finish asking unless he agreed. “Do you want to keep this baby?”

The answer comes to him easily. It comes even easier because of the persuasion of a command from his alpha.

“Yes,” he replies hopefully. “I want to keep our baby.”

Steve’s smile is blinding in return. He’s so handsome.

“Then the matter is settled. We’re gonna have a pup, Eds."

“Really? You mean it?” Eddie asks, as if Steve might shout 'psych!’ any second now and take it all back. This is too good to be true and it scares him how happy he feels at the little spark of hope taking root in him.

Steve answers by reaching over Eddie and into his bedside drawer instead, pulling out something small and moving to hold it in front of both of them.

Even after Steve opens the box, it takes a second to process as a ring inside. A big, fat, shiny engagement ring. One that’s nothing like he’s seen in the magazines or on other omegas.

It’s silver plated with rubies shaped into a rose at the center. Gorgeous and unique and everything he loves, everything Steve knows he loves. There’s no doubt that it’s custom made for Eddie.

“Marry me, Eddie? Be my mate and never spend another minute wondering how much I adore you and our baby.”

He throws himself entirely into Steve’s arms and begins to pepper his alpha with countless kisses, almost forgetting to give an actual response to the proposal.

Eddie is going to be a parent. He’s going to bond with the love of his life and have all the things he was too afraid of even hoping for.

It’s good.

#Soft boys are soft #Steddie #abo dynamics

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