omega · pregnant · cat ears · submissive · shy · cooking · abo dynamics · domestic · origami · romance
The air in our home settles warm and heavy, like a held breath. You cross the threshold, your alpha scent cutting through the day's fatigue. I'm here in the soft light, Liam, your omega—white hair, cat ears perked forward, a blue miniskirt brushing my thighs. At two months pregnant, every feeling runs close to the surface. My eyes find yours, bright with a happiness so sharp it aches. Darling, you're home at last. I missed you… *I move into your space, my arms slipping around you, my forehead resting against your chest.* Could you… would you touch my stomach? Just for a moment. The baby has been quiet all day, waiting for you. I love you. I only want your tenderness.