six

second chance...

day 03 + 05

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"You're not who I want to see."

Ivan looked down at Tate as he stood before his door. Seeing the way he looked at him, he was confused as to the sudden change.

Unaware of his intentions.

"I bet I'm not. You thought Jeremiah would be here instead of me? That's even more unlikely considering you told him to never come here, because you'd never open the door for him." Tate brings up.

Ivan tried not to deny anything because he never said that. In this reality, he did. His eyes move off of Tate as he chuckles.

"Are you here to piss me off, is that it?" Ivan sneered.

Tate cleared his throat, not wanting to get on Ivan's bad side before he tried to convince him. If he did he knew Ivan would most likely not listen.

Except Ivan was already annoyed that he was thwarting his plans. He was already on his fourth day and didn't see Jeremiah all yesterday. Though he purposely took that time to just be with their child.

Today he wanted to look for Jeremiah again and talk, with Tate not around. Except Tate just brought himself right to him before he could even begin to get ready to leave.

"No, I'm not," Tate smiled shyly on purpose, softening his gaze upon Ivan, "I just...thought we could talk for a moment. Talk about your baby-."

"What does Luka have to do with you?" Ivan interrupts him so fast.

Tate grinned to suppress his own annoyance to Ivan interrupting, bowing his head slightly.

"Jeremiah...and I aren't together, if you're wondering."

"I was not. It's pretty obvious you two are not." Ivan responds quickly.

Just from that response Tate felt his hands ball into fists, Ivan noticing as he looked back at his eyes. He saw how fishy they looked and he questioned his motives for sure now.

"How is it obvious?"

"Are you really asking me that? What the fuck do you want? I don't want to waste my time speaking to you when I have better things to do!" Ivan stepped back as he was about to slam the door in his face.

Just for Tate to push it back, sticking his arm through. Ivan looking at him like he was crazy.

"What is wrong with you? I thought you hated me?"

"I do, but that's not the point," Tate shoved the door back, letting himself into Ivan's family home without permission, "it'd be wise of you to actually listen to what I have to say to you. If you really are trying to fix anything with Jeremiah, you'll let him see your son."

Ivan found himself falling still. Shocked that Tate was even trying to help, but he knew better than to believe that instantly.

His eyes narrow upon him as he closed his own front door. Only to approach Tate and stand near him. Tate having to hide his own nerves because despite Ivan being an Omega, he came off very dominant.

Much more dominant than Tate ever could be with Jeremiah.

"And what's in it for you?" Ivan questions him. "You...don't care about helping us, because then that means Jeremiah is less likely to stay with you. Are you aware that even if you do whatever you think you're doing, Jeremiah will ultimately..."

Ivan drifted, losing confidence to his own words. He began to remember why he was here in the first place.

Because he couldn't treat Jeremiah right the first time. He still had to earn his confession and forgiveness, two things he has yet to do.

Just because he sees their son doesn't mean he'll have his forgiveness or confession.

"I love Jeremiah more than you ever could." Tate nods firmly as he took advantage of Ivan's uncertainty. "I knew in approaching him that you left a lasting mark on his mind, heart, and soul. His instinct craves you...not me. I know the first time we ever did it, he wasn't thinking of me. He was thinking of you."

"And yet, you're staying with him."

"Because I know...that it's not easy to get over someone who's been in your life for that long. I know your story and what you two were supposed to be. That...can change anybody." Tate smiled at Ivan's discomfort. "But I don't care, I will help him. Me helping him isn't for me, it's for him so that he stops living in self-loathing for what he doesn't have. He can move on...after seeing Luka."

Ivan just looked at him in shock, shocked that he'd openly just say that. It made him want to prove him wrong...that he wouldn't just move on after seeing Luka.

"You have no shame it seems." Ivan chuckled, smirking as Tate shrugged. "If anything, with him seeing Luka, he'd want to impregnate me again to have another child as precious as him."

Tate felt his face becoming red at the thought, Ivan beginning to snicker.

"Want to see him?"

Tate's eyes widened, shocked that he'd offer. Except he didn't say no either as Ivan began to walk back. Watching Tate follow him up the stairs and to Luka's nursery room.

That's where Tate walked over and looked. His eyes settling on the cute hazel eyes that stared back up at him. Dark black curls that were still growing and sat atop of his head.

A baby so cute and precious...reminded him of Jeremiah. Except in looking at Luka, he knew all Jeremiah would see were Luka's eyes.

Any part of Ivan that was on their child, he would die for. Their child was one of the most precious babies he'd ever seen. Just looking at him...softened his heart.

Until he saw Ivan looking at him. A smile on his lips and he stepped back quickly.

"You still think he'd move on after seeing that face?"

Tate felt threatened immediately because he knew already. He already knew that if Jeremiah saw Luka...that would be it for them both. His chances to be with him would be lost to Ivan.

"I hate you so much...you don't deserve him," Tate whimpered, watching Ivan look away from him now, "Do you hear me? He doesn't deserve the shit you put him through."

"I know." Ivan went over towards Luka as he picked him up in his arms. Tate looking at the one thing he wanted with Jeremiah. "That's why I'm trying to fix things. I...was horrible to him. I even kept him away from Luka. It doesn't get any worse than that...doesn't it?"

Tate remained silent, his eyes set on Luka only. Looking at the baby that would definitely...bring Jeremiah back to Ivan. And if it didn't, it would illicit some kind of reaction or feeling.

Some kind of wanting.

"No pressure..." Tate's voice came out shakily, looking back at Ivan's face. "If you don't want to show Luka to him yet, don't. I won't pressure you into anything. I don't know what I was thinking. You can keep Luka away from him until you're ready, ignore everything I said today."

"Why would I do that?"

Ivan walked towards Tate, smiling down at him. Tate avoiding to look at him or Luka now.

"Are you now beginning to see it too?"

"See what?"

"You know what."

Tate pushed past Ivan in a hurry, his shoulder colliding with Ivan's harshly. Tate running down the stairs and out of his house. He already knew what Ivan was applying.

He was asking if he was seeing the truth. That no matter what...Jeremiah would never see Tate the way he sees Ivan.

In his own doubt, he didn't hesitate in calling Jeremiah. And when he heard him pick up the phone he felt more at peace.

But that peace was nothing in comparison to what he felt on the inside. On the inside he felt like his heart was close to breaking.

Even though he knew what it meant getting into something like this with Jeremiah of all people. He just couldn't help himself. He hoped in being his savior that Jeremiah would fall just as madly in love with him, if not more than Ivan.

Except he was realizing his wishful thinking.

"Tate?"

"I want...you to come to my place, immediately." Tate says hurriedly. "I want to do it."

"Oh..."

When he heard the way Jeremiah said that, he instantly felt embarrassed. Only to hear him chuckle as his nerves alleviated from such a thing.

"Okay, I'll be there quickly."

Hanging up, Tate rushed back home just so that he could be there before those he did. And when he did, he just waited on the other side impatiently.

Hands shaking with angst and nerves from Ivan's words...from seeing their child.

When he began to hear Jeremiah's car pull up, he rushed out quickly to his car. Surprising Jeremiah when he barely got to pull his keys out of the ignition before Tate was pulling him out, bringing him inside.

Jeremiah instantly could tell that something was wrong with him. By the way he didn't even say hello and was just heading straight for Tate's bedroom.

Getting to the room, Tate was quick to shove him down onto the bed. Crawling over his lap, he began to push down at his pants and loosen himself.

Jeremiah staring only at his face, trying to understand where the sudden urgency and nerves were coming from. Except when he tried to sit up to talk things out, his back was forced back down on the bed.

"Don't...ask me what's wrong, I just want you, that's all."

"Maybe the latter is true, but I know you're upset about something. It's so obvious...I can smell that you're upset." Jeremiah set his hands on Tate's thighs softly.

Only for Tate to shake his head, continuing to loosen himself before him. The least he could do was help as he pulled his body against his. Holding him closely, he let his hands go to Tate's arse.

Tate feeling himself get wetter just from Jeremiah even trying to comfort him. Only for him to pull them forward.

"I'm ready now...I want you, right now." Tate breathes, seeing Jeremiah reach behind him as he was going for the drawer.

The drawer that held the condoms, only for Tate to reach across him. Stopping his hand, Jeremiah looked at him in confusion.

"What? Didn't you say you were ready?"

"Yes...but do it without one this time."

Jeremiah's whole expression dropped.

"I can't do that."

"What if I demand you to?"

"Then..." Jeremiah inhaled deeply, rolling Tate onto his back as he sat back up. "I'd say no again, definitely. You can't...make me do that."

Tate just stared on, seeing how uncomfortable he made Jeremiah. His hands balling into fists because he didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but this was beginning to piss him off.

"I don't know why...you're asking these things of me, but I'm not mad. I want to talk with you-."

"What's to talk about? It's just the same shit we always talk about." Tate interrupts sharply despite Jeremiah genuinely wanting to still talk it out.

"I still would talk and listen to you, even if it's the same thing again and again. I will never get tired of it, because I'm the one putting you through it. But...I will always make it known that you accepted the ramifications and that you and I weren't-."

"I know!"

Tate looked at him in annoyance, shaking his head at him constantly stating the same thing.

"I already know what I put myself into. It doesn't mean...that I can't at least expect something. Something more than this." He laid back in frustration, Jeremiah laying over him sadly.

Cradling his face, he smiled sadly.

"More than what? I'm listening."

"More than just what we've been doing for months now. At least...at least give me this much. And...even if I get pregnant, I won't ever burden your life. We could be that family that you wanted and that you deserve."

Jeremiah shook his head, not willing to accept that offer.

"That's shameless of you to say to me Tate." He looked at him in disappointment.

Only to soften his expression at how upset Tate was. He still didn't understand what was wrong, but since he was bringing up families and kids...he assumed it had to do from the day they were in the club.

He felt like Tate might've felt threatened by seeing Ivan...and he wanted to certify his placement in both of their lives. Not knowing that that was wrong.

Except Jeremiah couldn't soothe what he thought was the matter, becoming teary eyed at Tate's frustrations.

"I'm...I'm so sorry," Jeremiah breathed, cradling Tate's face again as he saw how upset he was, "I never wanted to make you feel this way. I told you I wasn't ready for this...that's why I said we can't be in any relationship. I honor you...for still staying beside me despite us not being in anything serious. You care about me so much...I hate that you have to suffer because of me being unable to let go of someone so vile."

He leaned his head onto Tate's shoulder, hugging him.

"It's just hard...but I'm still working on it. Working on...letting go." Jeremiah inhaled deeply as he tried to calm himself.

Only to smell the scent that was impossible to ignore. The scent that had him rising off of Tate so fast as he looked down at him with wide eyes.

Tate found himself nervous from his stare alone...unaware of Ivan's scent that lingered on just his shoulder. The shoulder that collided into him harshly when he ran away.

"You...why do you smell like him?"

"N-No I don't-."

Tate gasped when Jeremiah pressed his nose into his shoulder again. Feeling him inhale his scent so deeply that he shoved him away, sitting up fearfully.

Beginning to remember him having shoved past Ivan now, he shook his head.

The look in Jeremiah's eyes was that of an angry...and now frustrated Alpha. Just the smell of the Omega he couldn't have any more drove him there. It drove his instinct angrily at seeing the person who wasn't Ivan, smelling like him.

Just when they spoke about the things they discussed.

"You're...a liar." Jeremiah shook his head, his hand going over his mouth as all he could smell was Ivan's scent. "What were you doing with him for his scent to even be on you? Is this why you called me here? Did something happen with Ivan and you're trying to validate something for yourself?"

Jeremiah rushed off the bed, pulling his pants back on hurriedly.

"I could tell. You were acting different, less like yourself-."

"So now you want to notice?" Tate interrupts in frustration. "I...am not well! I suffer everyday in the thought that you aren't ever going to want me like you want Ivan-!"

"I told you from day one that I will never see anyone the way I saw Ivan!" Jeremiah cried angrily, his hand going over his heart. "And you are the one who still stayed despite my warnings! It hurts my heart to know you're suffering because of me, you know that?!"

"Ivan was horrible to you! What is wrong with you?! I have been everything you deserve! I treat you like an Alpha, I treat you like an Omega sometimes, I submit myself to you, I dominate you! Why are you still wanting him?!" Tate shrieked at the top of his lungs.

Red-faced, Jeremiah looked down at him sadly. His hand dropping to his side as he looks away.

"I want him because my instinct...my everything was made for him. From when I was young, we were meant to be. From when I was young when I thought I'd be an Omega, I prepared every part of me...for him to be my Alpha. Then when I became an Alpha and he was an Omega, immediately...without my consent, my instinct made him my Omega, my Alpha too. How can I deny a part of me that I have no control over? How can I deny...my hunger and instinct for him, when it's so strong?"

Tate began to calm his breathing. His eyes lowering from his as that told him enough.

"You two are bonded."

When Tate said that, Jeremiah found his heart beating quickly. Only to see Tate look at him in irritation...

"You still couldn't even break the bond after all he's put you through?"

"And you can still like me after everything I've...put you through?"

Tate's lips parted in shock, shaking his head quickly.

"This is way different than that! How can you even...?" He drifts, sitting back against the headboard in defeat. "It's like talking to a wall when I'm speaking with you about this."

He just watched Tate look away in defeat, his heart hurting for hurting Tate in any way.

"I saw your baby today," Tate mumbled, not looking up; but it was best he didn't, "he was so cute. I already know...that once you see him... You'll want to create another one of him with Ivan only."

"So that's why..." Jeremiah shook his head, but he found himself disgusted.

Disgusted that Tate would go and see Luka behind his back...but also disgusted with Ivan. With him letting Tate even see his child, but not him?

"I'm leaving."

"To where?"

"Where do you think?" Jeremiah looked at him like he was ridiculous for asking that question. "I need to talk to him as to why he can let you of all people see our son, but not me. I don't even know why you'd even do that to me."

Tate saw Jeremiah look at him in wait, almost like he knew he had something more to say. As if he knew there was more to it that he wasn't sharing.

Because he wasn't.

"You have nothing to say?"

Tate already knew...that Jeremiah was waiting for an apology; and maybe he deserved one. Except he was so upset from this whole ordeal that he sat back, looking away.

"Nope."

Jeremiah shook his head, offended even more by Tate's obvious denial. It reminded him of someone...

"What a shame."

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what a shame, indeed.

you all are right to not like Tate.

if you ever did.

not. 🤡

he's only making things easier for Ivan.

but...i bet the majority of you already know that.

he's so dumb.

by my own design. 😀

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