The car's speed began to dwindle—and not just the car's speed, but Michael's control of it. The vehicle swayed and rolled in dizzying circles across the road, turning the drive into something terrifying.
Daniel felt his chest tighten as he watched. Michael was in obvious pain, yet here he was, battling to save him—to rescue him. How could this possibly end well?
"Michael, stop the car. Let's look for help—you can't drive like this." Daniel spoke firmly, but Michael wasn't paying attention. He didn't even seem to hear him, and that rattled Daniel to his core.
Before he could stand and tap Michael's shoulder, a sharp, wrenching pain struck his stomach. A rush of warm fluid loosened between his legs. He shrieked, falling back onto the seat.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Daniel facepalmed, then looked down at himself. So this was what an omega faced during childbirth—and they expected him to be happy about it?
