Two pink lines.

The fuck? Mickie stares down at the pregnancy test in his hand in disbelief as he processes the result.

It was meant to be a joke- you, he, and the rest of his friends at this night out each taking a pregnancy test not expecting anything. The pregnancy test wasn't even his, just a random one the university supplies that one of his friends had snagged for shits and giggles for the party tonight.

It took him a couple moments to process, staring at the test in his hands. He had become an omega officially months ago, yeah, but his body has continued to change. Chest filled out, thighs gained more muscle, started having heats, hair grew in thicker for some reason- At this rate, while his whole hormone-whatevers had been settling down, he was used to his body changing without his input. When his chest started to become sore, and he started getting just a little more nauseous in the morning, he shrugged it off as dehydration and started glugging down water first thing in the morning. He was fit enough as-is that the signs weren't anything he couldn't push himself through. Hell, after a bit of getting used to it and going back to the gym, he practically forgot he was an omega in the first place.

Right, he is an omega now. Omegas can get pregnant. Mickie blinks for a moment, starting to connect the dots.

“wait, right, I can get pregnant now, can't I?”

“Holy fuck, I AM pregnant!”