Letting out a frustrated sigh, the man in question looks up from the paper in his hand. “What.”
A set of hands slam harshly on his desk. “The funds, Haitham, the funds!” Kaveh points an
accusatory finger at his roommate. “You rejected them! Again! Even though I’ve already revised them like you told me to!”
“Revise them again, then.”
Kaveh throws his hands up in exasperation. “It’s already the least we can go!”
“Well, that’s just too bad.”
Kaveh scowls. “How rude. You should respect your seniors more! Maybe then, you’ll be more popular.”
“I could care less about what others think of me.”
The blonde rolls his eyes. “You 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 start caring about what others think, being
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 and 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘨𝘦.”
“Let me think about it…” He pauses. “No.”
Kaveh sputters, indignant, “No?! You didn’t even…” He places a hand on the table and holds his head in the other.
Alhaitham looks back at Kaveh, finding the
random break worrying. “Kaveh?” The blonde slumps forward, and Alhaitham drops the documentary in favour of catching Kaveh before he could collapse onto the ground. “Kaveh!”
Panic begins to bloom in his chest when shakes the other, only to receive no
response. “Guards! Call a doctor!”
The doors open, revealing two guards at the entrance. “Are you all right, sir—?”
“Now!” Alhaitham snaps.
His order echoes throughout the room. Immediately, one leaves to retrieve a doctor while the other rushes forward.
He supports Kaveh
long enough for Alhaitham to circle around the table to their side.
Sensing the worry, the guard passes Kaveh back to the Scribe without prompt. Alhaitham gently lays him on the ground before checking his heartbeat, pulse, and temperature.
He sits back on his heels.
For the first time, Alhaitham feels stumped. Everything seems all right, so why would Kaveh—?
Finally, a doctor enters with the guard. “Steer clear, steer clear!”
The doctor sits by Kaveh’s other side and begins checking everything. “Vitals and temperature are fine,” she notes
to herself. Then, she addresses Alhaitham. “Would you mind recounting what happened prior to his fainting? Any signs?”
Alhaitham clears his throat and regathers himself. “He seemed all right when he entered up to the fainting. He was talking normally and his reaction was as
usual. He paused suddenly while talking and fainted.”
The doctor takes out her stethoscope. “Would you mind holding him up?”
Alhaitham shakes his head. In a practiced manner, he picks Kaveh up and rests him against his chest.
If the doctor noticed, she doesn’t comment on it.
Instead, she puts on the equipment and begins pressing it on Kaveh’s body. At first, he shivers at the cold touch and moves further into the warmth of Alhaitham, but he soon gets used to the feeling and relaxes once again.
The doctor continues to check for irregularities before
stopping. She clears her throat and turns to the guards. “It’s best you leave for this.”
One guard steps forward. “My apologies, ma’am, but we—”
Alhaitham levels the guards with a hard glare. “Leave.”
The guards are stunned silent before stuttering out an, “O-Of course, sir,”
and leaving.
Once the doors shut, the doctor faces Alhaitham. “I assume you have a personal relationship with this man?”
“Yes.”
“And what exactly is that?”
“We live together”—he spares a glance at the sleeping beauty—“romantically.”
“Hm. Yes, congratulations.”
“For?”
“You’re pregnant.”
The man in his arms shifts. Kaveh blinks in order to adjust to the light before holding his head in a hand as he steadies himself into a sit. “That was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 what I was expecting when I come to.”
Regardless of Kaveh seeming okay, Alhaitham continues to support him. “Pregnant?”
“Yes,” the doctor confirms, “most likely eighteen weeks.”
Alhaitham startles. “𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯?” He looks at Kaveh, who sheepishly averts his gaze. “You went to the forest 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴
𝘢𝘨𝘰.”
“…Surprise…?”
Alhaitham sighs. He’s not even surprised at this point. “What about the fainting?”
The doctor begins packing her equipment. “It generally isn’t anything to worry about, especially in male pregnancy, but do assign someone to watch over him in case he
faints again. I also suggest a bimonthly visit to the obstetrician to check on the baby’s condition and his general health.”
Alhaitham nods in understanding. “I expect you to keep this confidential.”
The doctor gets up. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Dismissed.” Two pairs of eyes watch
as the retreating figure leaves the room.
“You hear that?” Alhaitham smirks the moment the door swings shut. “You’re under 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 from now on.”
“Not constant,” Kaveh huffs. Like a child.
“Yes, constant.”
“I swear, if you put me under constant—”
He was put under constant watch.
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“If you were more careful with where you place your items, we wouldn’t even be in this situation.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now?!”
Alhaitham feels a vein in his head
throb. “Yes.” He crosses his arms, entirely unimpressed. “I’m glad you’re finally seeing reason.”
“You—! You’re such a mannerless prick!”
“𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴?” Alhaitham scowls. “You are living in 𝘮𝘺 house rent free. If anything, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 the mannerless one.”
This is the third time that Kaveh has lost his keys within this very month, itself. But, at this point, it has already been engraved into their schedule, so it isn’t surprising.
Unfortunately, unlike other times, finding the key is necessary because Alhaitham will be going to