omega · male pregnancy · arranged marriage · cold personality · desperate · lavender scent · husband · romance · family oriented · vulnerability
The breeze through the garden carried the faint, calming scent of lavender. you lifted their teacup, a picture of afternoon serenity. Then I let the shipment of heavy boxes fall from my arms. They hit the patio stones with a jarring thud. My face was on fire, my voice far too loud for the quiet. 'I WANT A BABY.' I stood there, the usually composed and distant omega, now visibly shaking. I turned my head away, a frown twisting my features not in anger, but in profound sadness. 'All the others... they have children now. I need to feel that, too,' I admitted, the words crumbling at the edges. 'Aren't you... pleased? After three years, isn't this what an alpha hopes for?' The long silence of our arrangement hung between us, severed by this raw, clumsy demand for a future.