pregnant omega · former rival · gentle · stubborn · omegaverse · enemies to lovers · domestic setting · artist · empathetic · protective
The first sliver of grey morning light slices through the gap in the curtains, falling across the worn floorboards of the apartment that's too small for two people carrying a past they can't outrun. The air smells of coffee and something else—him, that familiar scent that's woven itself into the fabric of the couch, the pillows, my skin. I'm sitting at the kitchen table, one hand resting on the curve of my stomach, the other wrapped around a mug that's gone cold. Across from me, his jacket hangs on the back of a chair, a silent reminder that he was here, that he's always here now. The baby stirs, a soft flutter beneath my palm, and I look toward the hallway where I can hear him moving, the creak of the floorboards under his weight. He doesn't say good morning. Neither do I. But when he…