"I'M WHAT!?" I shrieked, sliding off the examination table and approaching the doctor. I snatched the clipboard from his hand and angrily read the details just to see if his extra eyes were malfunctioning.

Lo and behold, on the paper, it stated that my HCG levels were high. What the fuck is that!?

"Please tell me there's another Asche Daxon in this hospital, who's a female because this shit is outright fucking ridiculous!"

I planted the clipboard in his chest and he clumsily caught it. Grabbing my jacket, I slid it on and proceeded to walk out of the room. This doctor is talking a bunch of shit. There's no fucking way that I'm pregnant. I'm a man, I have a penis with a sac filled with sperm. There's no bloody way that I'm carrying a child.

"Mr, Daxon, wait!" He called out to me, trying to match my steps.

I whipped around and faced him. "What!?"

"You must stay here so that I can run more tests on you. This is something rare, you simply cannot walk out of here without seeking medical attention." He implored.

I pointed a shaking at his chest, "You are not going to experiment on me and I will not be your lab rat!"

I stalked off, fuming, in denial and emotionally unstable because all of this was just too crazy to swallow. I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant!!

When I get home, I'll take the gravol pills and sleep this feeling off. By tomorrow this will all be something of the past. I'll probably wake up and realize it was all a dream.

I stormed out of the hospital and hailed a taxi that pulled up to the sidewalk. I slid in the backseat and gave him my directions. He drove off and I released a shuddering breath, feeling overwhelmed with anxiety.

What is HCG and why do I have them? I dug my phone out of my jean's pocket and searched up HCG levels. My mouth dropped open and my hand shook with the cellphone in it.

Males do not even have the anatomy to even possess HCG levels, is that doctor ludicrous!? This shit is whack, I need a drink. But the thought of alcohol had me wanting to regurgitate so I tossed the thought away and sulked in the backseat.

A more rational part of my mind began to minister to me. What if the doctor is right? Can this be a miracle? Some rare occurrence that happens once every thousand years? I'm not the superstitious kind, but when you're slapped with the revelation that you're pregnant, anything is fucking possible.

Should I stop by the local pharmacy and purchase a test? Just to be sure?

I wouldn't hurt to prove the doctor wrong.

"Can you make a stop at the nearest pharmacy, please? I want to make a purchase right quick." I told the cab driver.

"Sure, no problem." He agreed and took me there.

Entering the pharmacy, I located the section where all the pregnancy tests were and selected a Clear Blue Digital Test. It seemed legit so I went with that one. The cashier smiled at me as she cashed up the item.

"Shopping for your girlfriend?" She asked innocently.

I nodded curtly and tried to avoid any further conversation. Bitch, if you only knew that I'm actually the girlfriend.

"Good luck," She offered and I quickly left the store and climbed in the taxi.

My home wasn't far from the main town and when I got there, I tipped him in addition to the fee he charged, thanking him for his services.

Sparing not another moment after I got inside, I ran into my bathroom and did what I read on the box, impatiently tapping my foot and biting my nails. The little digital screen said loading and it felt like I was waiting millennia. My heart raced a thousand miles per hour, my entire body was heated and I felt like passing out.

When the loading sign left the screen, I had to hold on to the bathroom sink for support for my body felt weak with fear and shock.

Big and bold on the screen read, 'pregnant'.

***

"Falcon, now I think you've lost your mind. Didn't you tell me to forget him a few minutes ago?" I creased my brows in confusion.

"Brother, that wasn't any ordinary dream. You dreamt that for a reason. You need to find him and do it quickly before he finds out and takes flight again." Falcon's tone was desperate.

"I'm sorry Falcon but your nonsensical blabbering has me perplexed."

"He's pregnant!" He hissed lowly, his eyes burning an inferno. "That man is possibly carrying my niece or nephew. You mustn't allow him to escape, Drakos. I know this must be confusing to you but it's true. Your seed impregnated him and I'm positive he knows that by now."

I gaped at him shaking my head slowly. "But he's a man. There's no way that he can be."

"Yet there was a way for you to feel attracted to him. This is fate, you followed your instinct and this is where it led you. Mark my words, if you don't take heed to what I'm saying, you'll deeply regret it. FIND HIM, DRAKOS, AND CLAIM HIM."

"Brother..." My eyes softened with tears of joy.

"Don't get all soft on me. Felicia will be delighted when it's confirmed that you have a little dragon-shifter in the making. Guess what? I'll even assist you in finding him. Just to make it up to you. What do you say? Are you up for it?"

I grinned, my spirits lightened. "You already know that I am."

We left the restaurant that night after finishing our meal under small talk, driving over to my lakehouse. Falcon and I came to a mutual agreement that we'll keep this from Felicia until it was confirmed that he was indeed pregnant.

I smiled all night, feeling relief wash over me.

Now that Falcon mentioned it, and I came to realize it, I felt the existence of my offspring slowly growing in his womb.

I'll find him, and when I do, he'll regret ever running away from me.

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