Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 87: A boy or a girl

Chapter 87: A boy or a girl

"What?" His eyes grew so wide, it seemed like they were about to burst from their sockets. "What did you just say?"

"I’m pregnant, Storm," I grinned at him. "I’m a week pregnant. That was why —"

He cut my words short with a bone-crushing hug, almost breaking my ribs. "Strawberry!" He placed his hands on either side of my face, making me stare into his blue eyes that were brewing with so many emotions.

I smiled at him, "Are you happy, Storm?"

"Happy? I’m ecstatic!" He scooped me up from the bed and hugged me once more.

I chuckled when he threw me up in the air, and caught me, laughing without a care in the world, staring at me with nothing but pure fondness.

"Put me down, Storm!" I chuckled, feeling at the top of the world.

"Why?" He spun me, placing his hand on the small of my back, to keep me from falling.

"Are you this happy because you will be a father?" I grinned at him.

It’s surreal for us to have kids at such a young age. When we are 40, our kid will be 22. It’s funny just thinking of it, but I don’t think it’s wrong.

"I’m happy because we will soon have small ones like you," he pecked me on my cheeks. "We need to tell the others the good News!" He scooped me up, gently bringing me closer to his chest.

"Wait, we —"

I didn’t even get to complete my words before I found myself in the halls, with Storm screaming like a madman, yelling out to any who might wish to listen.

Before we reached his dorm, half of the school population already knew that I’m pregnant. Talk of something embarrassing. I felt the need to burrow into the earth.

"So, you are pregnant?!" Ray screeched. He heard the news from the students who were outside when Storm carried me out from the cafeteria. He rushed over the moment he heard the news, to confirm if it was true.

"Hmm," I sent a freezing glare at Storm, who hasn’t let me out of his sight. He wrapped his hand around my waist, and drew me closer to him, not willing to let go.

When I had to pee, he carried me there, treating me like a delicate porcelain doll. He hasn’t let me out of his sight, and when I complained about it, I only got grumblings in response.

He was determined to pet me to death.

"Oh, my Goddess! I’m so happy for you! You are one of the golden Omegas!" He rose and made to hug me, only to freeze when Storm growled. "Oh, sorry about that," he sat back down on the bed. "Forgot you have a grumpy boyfriend," he murmured under his breath, glaring at Storm.

"Ease up a bit, Storm," I turned my head to look at my boyfriend who only reacted by bringing me closer to his body, smouldering me with his warmth.

"Why?" He pecked me on my forehead. "If he wants to hug someone, he has a boyfriend. I’m not letting you go," he kissed my neck. "I wish to be near my baby all the time, so he will know his father loves him."

"He?"

"Hmm."

"What’s to say my baby is a boy?"

"Which do you want? A girl?" He kissed my mark.

"Any, so long as she looks like you," I placed my hand on his and smiled. "I don’t care, so long as I have you with us."

"I’m not going anywhere," he gently rubbed my stomach over my shirt. "You are stuck with this Alpha, forever. I’m not letting you go."

"And I’m not going to let that happen. You are mine," I bit the bottom of my lips. "Kiss me, Storm."

"With pleasure," he turned my face towards him and made to lean down, to kiss me.

"Woah!" Ray screeched. "I’m right here, guys," he rose from the bed.

"Get out," Storm growled.

"You —"

"Get out!"

"Geez! You are insufferable!" Ray glared at me. "I thought we were best friends? Why aren’t you saying anything?"

I yawned, "I’m a little tired, Ray. We will meet tomorrow during our graduation."

"Brys!"

"You are not needed here, omega." Storm turned my face towards him and kissed me. He didn’t mind that we had someone else in the room with us.

I turned, deepening the kiss, moaning as his tongue flicked on mine.

"I hate you guys!"

The door banged behind Ray, but none of us paid him heed. Instead, Storm carried me up on his thighs. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him like my life depended on it.

He placed me on the bed, staring at me like I’m the only man in the entire world.

"Thank you for making me a father, Strawberry. Never in my life will I believe that possible," he leaned down and pecked me on my forehead.

"Make Love to me, Storm," I smiled at him.

"And I will do that," he stared down at my stomach. "I need to feel my son."

"You don’t know if it’s a son," I frowned at him.

"Well, you are not certain if it’s a daughter," he pursed his lips.

"But it’s not a son."

"And neither a daughter. But I want a son," he kissed my forehead. "I need a son with the same beautiful eyes as you, and hair as fiery as fire."

"What of a baby girl?"

"If she doesn’t take your love for me, away," he took my hand, and slowly kissed my fingers, staring at me, not breaking eye contact, and making my stomach flip.

"Okay, I don’t care about the sex of the baby, so long as he or she looks like you. Let’s stop arguing about it, I’m getting rather impatient." He helped me remove my polo, leaning down to kiss my naked stomach.

"Oh," I rose and helped him remove my polo, leaning forward, so he could remove my trousers.

"Thank you for making me a father."