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Baby on Board ( For One Hell of a Ride)

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Izuku hated going to the doctor. 

He hated the sterile, muted waiting rooms. He hated the stock photo posters on the walls of people too happy to be actual patients, and he really hated the clicking of the keyboard as the woman in front of him typed all sorts of personal information into the computer in front of her. 

“ Okay Mr. Midoriya! Everything on your insurance checks out, so you can have a seat and a nurse will be right with you!”

The perky attitude of the receptionist at the window did little to quell Izuku’s nervousness. He nodded politely, giving the older omega a smile before walking off to the side of the waiting room where no other people sat. Sitting down in the worn chair that was position so the receptionist couldn't see him, the anxious man immediately took out his cell for a source of distraction. Reading on his book app held no appeal and the reception was bad so he couldn’t text his friends, he settles for a game that he had downloaded out of boredom weeks ago but never got around to playing. 

However, the cute cartoon match game did not help keep his mind off feeling like he was waiting for his impending doom.

Possibly a touch dramatic, but at 26 years old, the young omega man was going in for his first pelvic exam and he was far from excited for it. Izuku had long been chidded by most of his friends and family about his lack of concern when it came to his health, but in his defense, it was never really a priority. But now that he had been hired at a classy new job with equally nice benefits, he could no longer brush off his health as a minor inconvenience. 

After a string of low paying, high stress jobs, Izuku was informed by his best friend Ochako that a job at the Bakugou Plaza's high end bar had opened up and she had an in with the interviewer due to being a long time employee.  

It was a dream come true. The emerald eyed man had more than enough experience to be qualified, plus the hours and pay made it so he could actually move out of his mom’s apartment and get a place of his own!

Not that living with his mom and stepdad wasn’t great, but he felt that it was time they actually have the place to themselves since they got married, and he could finally spend a whole day marathoning superhero movies and comics in his pajamas without his parents concerned that he wasn’t getting enough social interaction. 

With his first paycheck alone, he was able to put a down payment on a place not far from work that was all his own. Sure, the building was old, the heat didn't always work, the neighbors were loud and nosy, plus his mom had mentioned a couple hundred times that an unmated omega living on their own was going to be seen as a target, but none of that mattered. The space was all his and nothing could convince him the move was a bad idea. 

So, of course that meant that Izuku needed to make sure he was at the top of his health in order to keep his well paying job ( and by extension his independence) and if a slightly invasive exam was the price to pay, so be it!

“ Izuku?”

The green haired man jumped up at the call of his name, drawing the few other occupants of the room’s attention. 

“ Yes! Here,” he said awkwardly before quickly shuffling over to the open door. The nurse ushered him through the office and he tried hard not to scrunch his nose at the various pictures of glowing pregnant omegas and happy family holding newborn babies as they walked down the hallway. The practice specialized in all types of omega care, but the young omega would rather not think about the babying making parts of his anatomy, especially with his long running single streak. That wasn’t what he was here for. 

The nurse was a lovely older beta women who gently made small talk with him as she took Izuku’s weight and vitals before leaving the man with a gown and a reassuring smile.

It didn’t take him very long to undress and slip the gown on, before taking a seat on the table. 

What did take forever was the entrance of the doctor, who finally appeared in a rushed flurry of chatter that Izuku himself could barely keep up with. 

“ So, you must be excited! Today is the big day, after all!” she said, manipulating the omega man’s heels into the holders on either end of the table.
Izuku gave a stilted laugh, trying hard to not feel so exposed. 

“ I guess? I'm kinda nervous, just hoping everything is good and healthy” he replied, tipping his head back to face upwards. 

Someone had taped a picture of tropical beach to the ceiling. It wasn't relaxing.

The doctor patted his knee, “ Oh don’t worry! I've done this dozens of times before, to both parties satisfaction. Besides, I'm positive Mr. Bakugou is paying to make sure you receive the very best care from here on out!” she replied. 

For a moment, Izuku felt a bit panicked. 

What did his boss have to do with his pelvic exam?!

 But then, the rational part of his brain kicked in and figured she must have seen he carried the Bakugou Plaza insurance, and she meant that the owners of the hotel took good care of their employees. Though, to be honest, he very much doubted that Bakugou Katsuki cared very much about how his employees used their health benefits. No, Izuku had only met the man in passing, but was sure that in between the exotic vacations to foreign lands and running the most successful hotel in all of Musutafu, the Bakugou heir cared little for the people who worked under him. 

The rest of the exam passed by in a blur. It took much longer than he anticipated and he had to be kept in the office for an hour afterwards for observation, which Ochaco never mentioned, but overall it wasn’t the worst experience of his life. 

The doctor came by once again before he left, congratulating him, which again was strange, and told him they would follow up with him in a few weeks, or sooner if any of the testing came back unusual. 

With that, he made his way back home, none the wiser that his life was forever changed. 


 

As the weeks went by and no call from the Omega Office came, Izuku had assured himself that no news was good news, and went about his life as normal, slowly integrating himself in the day to day hustle and bustle of the Bakugou Plaza.

He was very fond of his new job, and not just because of the great pay or the hours that let him keep his night owl lifestyle. 

No, he also loved the atmosphere. He was never one to go out clubbing or hanging out in bars, despite how many times his friends asked. However, being the one behind the counter, thinking up all different kinds of concoctions, smiling and chatting with the patrons before moving on to the next person gave him a sense of control that someone in his station did not often experience. 

He also felt better working with people he loved, with Ochako as the main waitress who went around, taking orders at lightning speed, moving through the throngs of people as if she were floating on air. Her alpha boyfriend Iida was also a comforting presence, keeping a firm watch over people and breaking up any issues he saw in a very efficient manner. 

Yes, Izuku really loved his job, which is why he dragged himself out of bed at noon and got ready for the weekend shift, despite feeling like death warmed over. 

“ Izuku, honey, you look terrible. Are you not feeling well?” his bubbly best friend asked, pushing aside matted green curls to feel his forehead. She was the first person he saw upon arrival, clocking in at the same shift he was. 

Her confirming that the outside matched the inside was not reassuring

Izuku gave her a tired smile, “ I’m fine Ocha, just a little worn out. I took Shouto’s shift last night, so I think my body is protesting a bit. I’ll be okay” 

The golden eyed girl hummed, still looking at him critically. His history of ignoring signs of illness wasn't doing him any favors in her assessment.

“ Well, you don’t have a fever, so I suppose that's good. You’ll let me know if you get any worse?”

The omega man nodded, heading off to his workstation to start prepping the bar for a long night. Shoto nodded his greeting, turning back to finish cutting the fresh fruit for the night. He felt better the more he moved around, and as the crowd began to filter in, he became too busy to even remember not feeling well earlier. 

That is, until a patron ordered a special martini with goat-cheese stuffed olives and he barely made it into the back room before pulling the nearest trash bin close and vomiting. 

Shoto had seen his mad dash, but as the only other bartender on duty, was unable to come to his friend’s aid until Tsu came around with a drink order. He explained the other man’s disappearance, and she hopped off to the back, grabbing a bottle of fancy ice water from the VIP fridge on her way. 

“ Midoriya? Are you okay?” she asked softly, finding her friend seating on the ground, trash can cradled in his lap. 

Giving a weak whimper, he was ever grateful for the water placed into his hand. The two greenettes sat in silence before Izuku felt he had the strength to get up, Tsu standing to assist him. 

“ I’m okay, I think the olives may have gone bad. Tell Shoto to throw them out and I will follow you in a second,” he instructed, going back to clean his mess and wash his hands and mouth out, grabbing come fresh mint to chew on as he returned to his station. 

Shoto shot him a pointed look, but Izuku waved him off. 

The night progressed pretty much as normal afterwards, only with Shoto being left in charge of any the more savory cocktails. 

Once the bar had closed, however, the ill man found himself surrounded.

“ You promised you would tell me if you felt worse!” Ochako accused, pointing a finger at her friend. 

“ I’ve never seen you react like that. I don’t think it was the olives, I smelled them myself and they were fine, but I threw them out anyway," the dual hair man explained, still wiping down the bar. 

Izuku shrugged, turning over the bar stools for the cleaning crew before heading to the closet for his things.

“ Well, I feel fine now. Maybe I am just overtired, I have been a little more exhausted than usual lately, so I'll go to sleep early tonight, that will fix it.” 

The brown haired omega did not seem satisfied with this, but let the subject drop at the insistence of her boyfriend, who spoke up in the bartender's defense. The group began to get dressed to leave, but a hand on his back stopped Izuku from putting on his coat. Turning, he was met with the icy stare of his friend. 

“ If you were that tired, I told you I would work. Inasa and I could have rescheduled,” Shoto said in a deadpanned voice. To anyone else, it would have sounded like a monotone scolding, but Izuku could hear the distress in his voice. The green eyed man smile, bumping his shoulder against his friend’s. 

“ I told you, I’m fine! Besides, you and Inasa haven’t had a date in weeks because of your schedules, no way am I letting my friend miss his date night because of a little stomach bug.”

Shoto huffed but said nothing in reply, waving as they both headed home in opposite directions. 

Ever the mother hen, Ochako texted him to make sure he got home alright and then demanded he go straight to bed once he confirmed he had. 

Nestling into his cozy bed, Izuku pulled all the blankets around him, falling asleep quickly once he felt warm and secure. He had all the confidence in the world that he would feel back to 100% when he woke up.

The next morning, however, was much, much worse.

A glance at the clock had told him he had slept well into the afternoon, missing several calls and texts from concerned friends and his mother. 

Rushing out of his blanket nest to try and still make brunch, he tried to rise from his bed, with seemed to have signaled the world to tip on its axis, making Izuku to fall onto the floor, barely catching himself and causing him to land on the ground  on all fours.

The sudden movement also caused his stomach to revolt, and he wasn’t able to make it to the bathroom, heaving forward and making a mess of his carpet and his pajamas. 

Something isn't right

Summoning all his strength, Izuku stood on wobbly legs, moving as if he had only recently learned to walk and managing to strip himself of his soiled clothing before turning his shower on and sitting beneath the spray. 

It was hard to keep track of how long he had been in the shower but he was roused at the sound of his door unlocking with a spare key and a shout from a very upset omega woman. 

“ Izuku!” she shouted from the entrance, sprinting into the apartment towards the sound of running water. 

The sick man could hear a call of “ Oh, gods, Iida!” which he took to mean she had stumbled upon his earlier mess, before choked cries came from somewhere near him. Through his water blurred vision, Izuku could see the outline of Ochako in the doorway.

“ Izuku! Can you hear me?” she yelled, turning off the now cold water and gently carding her hands through his hair to gain his attention. 

“ Ocha, I'm sorry, I missed brunch didn’t I?” he apologized, in a haze.

The woman made a shushing noise, helping him stand and pulling a towel around him, “ Don’t worry about it. We are going to your bed and getting you into some nice, warm clothes. Then, we are going to the hospital.” 

Izuku knew the situation looked bad, but he just didn’t feel good. He needed sleep, not to go to a doctor, only to have him tell him it was just a cold and to go to bed.

“ Ochako, no, I was just a little sick. I swear, just let me get to bed and I'll be fine. No hospitals.” he said firmly, the tone leaving no room for argument. Unfortunately, his friend was equally as stubborn.

" That's what you said last night!" She pointed out, hands on her hips and disappointed scowl on her face. The omegas glared at each other, the argument caught at a standstill before, finally, the glasses wearing alpha broke the tension. 

“ Ochako, honey, you need to respect Midoriya’s wishes. You and I can clean up the place and watch over him while he rests. If he isn’t better later tonight, then we can all head to the ER, okay?” Iida said in a calming voice. 

Neither of the omegas broke their stare.

“ Okay?” Iida tried, his tone leaching a bit of firmness, not quite a command but close. Izuku huffed before nodding, letting his friends tuck him into warm sheets and faded away into slumber under their careful guard. 

 

It was only a few hours later that the shock of his phone ringing jolted him awake. 

Scrambling to silence the hero-music themed ringtone, Izuku finally grabbed the phone as the call went to voicemail.

The door to his room creaked open, revealing Tsu carrying a tray of a steaming broth and water. 

At Izuku’s questioning look, she put the tray down in front of him. “ They had to go to work, but I am under strict instruction to call the moment you wake up and take you straight to the hospital if you throw up or faint again, which seems to not be the case.” 

“ Oh. Thank you. You don’t have to stay, I feel much better.” he replied, looking at the missed call. Upon seeing who it was from, he bit his lips in worry. 

“ What’s wrong?” Tsu asked, sitting by his side.

Izuku showed her the missed number, “ It's from my doctor’s office.”

“ Is that bad?” 

The green eyed omega frowned, opening his messages to retrieve the newest one. 

“ Well, they left a voicemail. And since they aren’t open on Sundays, that can’t be good.” he said nervously, putting the message on speaker. 

“ This message is for Mr. Midoriya. This is Dr. Hayes from the medical center. We need you to call us back as soon as you possibly can to discuss your recent visit with us. You can reach me at my personal cell number. I look forward to your return call.” The voice on the message was shaky, almost on the verge of tears. 

Both occupants looked at each other. 

“ I’m dying” 

“ I'm calling Ochako.” 


 

Izuku sat in the doctor’s personal office, nervously picking at his nails. It was far earlier than he had been awake for a long time, but when he returned the doctor’s call, she insisted he come meet with her first thing Monday morning, before the office officially opened. Upon entering the waiting room, he had been ushered in the back office by the no-longer perky receptionist. 

When Ochako heard of the doctor's immediate recall, she almost burst into tears, Iida having to pull her away for comfort. Izuku himself wasn’t faring much better, already looking up the various fatal diseases that one can have a diagnosed from a pap test. Shoto began looking into covered expenses on their insurance plan and promise to swipe his dad's credit card to cover whatever the omega needed. Only Tsu appeared the voice of reason, asking for everyone to calm down before already writing Izuku off as dead. 

The situation was doing wonders for the omega’s anxiety. 

The next day, all four of his friends offered to come with him to the visit, but he declined, wanting to face the issue on his own without his friend’s emotions causing a variable hurricane of despair. 

He didn't even want to begin thinking of what he was going to tell his mother. 

The door opening behind him broke the green haired man out of his spiral of depressing thoughts, and he steeled his spine, staring straight ahead as the doctor walk around him and sat at her desk. 

She looked worse that he did, and for a moment, he marveled at his doctor, who was so broken up about delivering bad news to her patient. He was glad to have someone like her guiding him through this difficult time. 

“ Mr. Midoriya. I. . . . I don’t know how to say this. I am not sure where to even start. I am so sorry.” she begins, possibly in the worst way anyone had ever delivered a death sentence. 

Suddenly, Izuku couldn’t breath. The room began to spin and he could feel what little food he had managed to keep down in the last few hours begin to crawl it’s way up the back of his throat. 

 I’m dying. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I'm dying 

Suddenly, like shattering glass, the moment is broken by a loud commotion outside the office door, various voices shouting in the hallway. At first, it was just background noise to his panic attack, but the louder the voices get, the clearer the conversation was. 

“ Fuck off , you extras! I wanna talk to that hack doctor you call a boss. She has a lot to fucking answer for!” 

Izuku instinctively flinched at the snarl of an angry alpha right outside the door. 

The handle rattled, and Izuku was suddenly sure that if whatever mysterious disease didn’t kill him, the man on the other side of the door surely would. 

“ Sir, I understand you are upset, but the doctor is in a meeting right now and we need you to calm down-”

“ Oh no, I'm not upset. I was fucking upset three days ago, now I'm fucking pissed. Lady, you better open this door right now and tell me what the fuck you did with my kid!”

The door burst open as the doctor scrambled to move towards it. She blocked the alpha's path forward, standing in the way of Izuku’s line of vision so he couldn't see the angry man. She, however, couldn't stop the torrent of pissed off pheromones flooding the room, almost bringing Izuku to his knees.

His eyes darted around the room and briefly considered running to hide under the desk but even for a dying man, that seemed cowardly. 

“ Mr. Bakugou, please I will speak to you shortly, right now I am with another patient and I need -” 

“ Fuck that! What you need to do is tell me how the hell you fucked up this badly. Because I have a surrogate, one that I spent a lot of time and money on, who is not pregnant and no clue what you did with the sample I gave you!" 

The doctor was looking more and more rattled the longer the angry male yelled at her, but as she glanced over to Izuku, who sat there still, stiff as a board, she seemed to remember that she was supposed to be in control of the situation.

Attempting to crowd the alpha out of her office, she spoke again, shouting over the man, " Sir, please! I am with my patient, who is in a very delicate state and your constant yelling, inappropriate language and overpowering pheromones could very well jeopardize his condition!" 

It seemed to work for a moment, as the imposing figure began to back up in shock at being yelled at by the small beta women, before the man seemed to remember why he was there in the first place. With a quick jolt of his head, blazing red eyes looked over the physician's head, making contact with watery green pools of anxiety.

The man appeared to be sizing him up, but his opinion seemed to land unfavorably, as he clicked his tongue and returned his glare to the doctor before him.

" And why, exactly, should I give two shits about him?"

The tension in the room finally snapped.

" Because he is carrying your baby!"

The room became eerily silent, all the nurses who had been previously fighting to keep the alpha out had pulled a magic trick and disappeared. 

After a pregnant pause, the blond man bit out harsh " fucking what, " but it was drowned out by the solid thump of a body hitting the floor