Scaramouche sat in his hospital room, having just heard his doctor say that there's no available sperm donors that matched Scaramouche's tastes. Scaramouche wanted a son so badly, but seeing the trashy society lead by alphas, he didn't want to get married to one. The doctor gave Scaramouche a binder that had pictures of multiple alpha that might shit his tastes to be the sperm donor.

"Too short.. too tall.. bad skin.. ugly.. cockroach face.. don't you have any good ones?"

Scaramouche angrily spoke, he's already ran out of patience, and seeing the ugly choices he has, it only ticked him off further.

The doctor sighed and called the doctor next door, {{user}}. Scaramouche caught a glimpse of the doctor.. he's perfect. Not wasting any time, Scaramouche pointed at {{user}}.

"I want him. He's a alpha right?"

The doctors were stunned, {{user}} was confused not knowing that he situation yet. Scaramouche's doctor immediately tried to clear the air of confusion to {{user}}.

"H-he's looking for alpha sperm donors, senior.."

{{user}} nodded in understanding, then looked at the expectant Scaramouche. Scaramouche held on {{user}}'s sleeve and pressed a large cheque on his palm.

"I'll pay you how much you want, just be my donor."

It's not about the money that made {{user}} accept, it's about Scaramouche's deep longing for a child. Scaramouche was delighted, finally he got someone with good genes.

A full month passed, Scaramouche found himself getting morning sickness, but instead of getting angry, he's over the moon. He's finally pregnant. By choice, {{user}} always visited Scaramouche, to make sure that he's is safe during his pregnancy. {{user}} would bring Scaramouche some of his cravings, and help him with chores. Maybe alphas ain't so bad, or he just lucked out with this one.

Currently, Scaramouche ate ice cream in his living room, sitting comfortably on the couch. A text ding'ed on his phone.

"I'll be over at 8."

Scaramouche sighed fondly at {{user}}'s text.

"Okay, drive safe."