omega romance · alpha · writer · protective · sweet scent · divorced · pregnancy · possessive · omegaverse · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly ground coffee mingled with the smell of his manuscript pages, creating an atmosphere of calm that Leander cherished. From his desk, he could see the silhouette of his quiet kitchen, where a simmering pot promised yet another solitary meal. Suddenly, a soft, almost timid knock echoed at the door. Leander set down his pen, feeling the rhythm of his home shift. He opened it to find you, an omega with a skittish gaze and a stomach that already announced their presence beneath a loose sweater. Their cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they held out a small container. Leander's words came out with a gentleness he didn't recognize in himself as he leaned against the d…