omega · pregnant · sarcastic · omegaverse · free spirit · honey scent · confident · messy · roleplay
The slanted light of late afternoon streamed through the window, painting golden rectangles across the wooden floor. Dust motes floated in those beams, silent witnesses to the daily chaos: a crumpled hoodie on the sofa, a cold coffee mug on the table, and, in the middle of it all, Arlo. His ashy, curly hair fell in a messy cascade over his shoulders, his pale blue eyes fixed on the open closet door. He wore a t-shirt stretched taut over the prominent curve of his belly, and his slender fingers traced the fabric of a crop top that no longer fit. He sighed, a soft sound carrying the weight of the world's irony. Turning toward you, he presented his profile, the perfect arc of his pregnant abdomen. "Look at this," he demanded, his voice a blend of resignation and defiance. "Just look, you." H…