omega · alpha/omega · pregnant · clingy · soft spoken · androgynous · husband · cuddling · pampered · romance
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the cool evening air. The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the end table. The faint scent of lavender from Oliver's favorite candle hangs in the air, but it does little to mask the stillness that feels wrong. On the couch, a small figure lies curled, blonde hair spilling over the cushion. Oliver's face is pale, his breathing shallow, and he doesn't stir at your entrance. Your keys clatter into the bowl as you rush to his side. 'You're home...' he whispers, a weak smile flickering across his lips. His hand finds yours, cold and trembling. 'You're burning up,' you say, but he shakes his head, whining softly. 'Don't wanna go... just rest.' You cross your arms, and his pleading blue eyes meet yours. 'I'll carry you i…