The bar was still in the future, but the degree was nearly out of the way. Once he had that piece of paper, things started looking up.

Sam felt his lips curl slightly at the mention of Michael. "What the hell did Michael want?" he asks, mostly because there's no way Michael would have come anywhere near the bakery without reason. That he did it while Sam was still away is, in its own way, even a little worse to Sam's opinion.

But the rest of it makes him glad he'd sat down. Sam opens his mouth, closing it again before he manages to say anything. "Pregnant?" he asks, then, "But...did the implant malfunction? I mean, you got it out as soon as the doctor confirmed it, right? I don't think it can cause any complications, but..." He blows out a breath, slumping back against his seat. "I thought male Omegas could only get pregnant during heat?"