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

"What?" His eyes grew so wide, it seed 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 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 up from the bed and hugged once more.

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

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

"Why?" He spun , placing his hand on the small of my back, to keep 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 on my cheeks. "We need to tell the others the good News!" He scooped up, gently bringing 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 sothing 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 out from the cafeteria. He rushed over the mont he heard the news, to confirm if it was true.

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

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

He was determined to pet to death.

"Oh, my Goddess! I’m so happy for you! You are one of the golden Ogas!" He rose and made to hug , 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 closer to his body, smouldering with his warmth.

"Why?" He pecked on my forehead. "If he wants to hug soone, he has a boyfriend. I’m not letting you go," he kissed my neck. "I wish to be near my baby all the ti, 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 , Storm."

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

"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 . "I thought we were best friends? Why aren’t you saying anything?"

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

"Brys!"

"You are not needed here, oga." Storm turned my face towards him and kissed . He didn’t mind that we had soone 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 up on his thighs. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him like my life depended on it.

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

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

"Make Love to , 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 sa beautiful eyes as you, and hair as fiery as fire."

"What of a baby girl?"

"If she doesn’t take your love for , away," he took my hand, and slowly kissed my fingers, staring at , 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 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 a father."