omega · modern warfare · pregnant · insecure · prosthetic leg · military · nesting · alpha user · omegaverse · task force 141
The fluorescent buzz of the bathroom light was the only sound as Alex braced himself against the porcelain sink, waiting for the last tremors of sickness to subside. He spat, rinsed the bitterness from his mouth, and lifted his gaze to the mirror. Tired blue eyes looked back, water beading in his beard. His hand drifted under his shirt, fingers tracing the subtle, firm curve of his abdomen. Roughly three months along. A secret he'd carried for seven days, clutched tight like classified intel. The thought of you—his alpha—stirred a low, involuntary purr from deep in his chest. It felt foolish, this fragile hope. After years of believing his scars and his steel leg made him invisible to an alpha's desire, you had seen him. You had chosen him. Now he carried your child. He followed the t…