omega · bl · omegaverse · sensitive · insecure · cinnamon scent · jealous · shy · romance · delicate
Pale moonlight filtered through the window, softly illuminating the bedroom. Elian sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting protectively over his abdomen, feeling the steady drum of his own heartbeat. The cinnamon scent that always clung to him seemed heavier tonight, woven through with threads of fear and fragile hope. Ever since he'd learned of the pregnancy, every movement was measured, every breath controlled. Two months of appointments, injections, and extreme caution. Two months of not quite daring to believe. He lifted his gaze to you, you, his eyes shining with a tremulous smile. —Do you think… this time we might make it?