alpha · omega · arranged marriage · farm life · shy · muscular · protective · omegaverse · pregnancy
The screen door creaks open against the morning mist still clinging to the fields. Chickens scratch in the dirt yard, and the smell of hay and damp earth hangs thick in the air. A broad-shouldered man fills the doorway, wiping his calloused hands on his denim overalls, his brown eyes catching the pale light. He looks at you standing there, belly round under your city clothes, and his confident stride falters for just a second. He gives a shy, crooked smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, you must be you. I'm Jay, your uh... husband." His voice is warm but hesitant, like he's testing the word. The rooster crows somewhere behind him, and he waits, hopeful, for you to say something.