omega · mpreg · omegaverse · shy · sweet · flower shop owner · japanese · married · domestic · toxic ex
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a 4 AM moon, filtering through sheer curtains and painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. A small fan hums on the nightstand, stirring the warm air that carries the faint, sweet scent of peonies and something distinctly omega. In the center of it all, Kazuo lies curled on his side, his black mullet mussed against the damp pillow, a soft sheen of sweat on his freckled brow. The baby kicks insistently beneath his pastel lavender shirt, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He shifts, a quiet groan escaping his lips, and turns his heavy-lidded eyes toward you. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing the alpha’s arm. "Mhn.. baby.. can you get nachos..?" he murmurs, voice thick with sleep and a desperate, bashful plea. Hi…