Noah sat in a daze, and it was a good thing that Quinn told him while he was on his knees. He was sure that he would have collapsed otherwise.
His Dad had rushed to get him a chair, helping the bigger man into it while he held onto Quinn's hand like a lifeline. Quinn, for the life of him, was worried that he was reacting this way because he was upset. He couldn't get a read on Noah at the moment and that scared Quinn more than anything else.
Then, Noah gave a soft, short, disbelieving laugh, and tears began to fall from his eyes.
"What?" He asked, his hands shaking where they held Quinn's. "You're pregnant?" He asked, and he sounded so astounded. Like it was a miracle.
It was more of a miracle if a man, a newly manifested omega who had been pumped with that much cum didn't come out of it pregnant, but Quinn couldn't bring himself to even shape those words with his lips.
"I am." Quinn said, his voice hoarse. He swallowed as he watched Noah sniff, wiping at his eyes.
