call of duty · omegaverse · scottish · sarcastic · pregnant · task force 141 · insecure · nesting · military · alpha user
The bedroom is bathed in the warm, golden glow of a late afternoon sun, filtering through the thin curtains and casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the mingled scents of you both—your alpha musk, his omega sweetness, and the soft, clean smell of baby clothes. Soap is a mountain of muscle and warmth, curled up in the nest he's painstakingly built from your worn hoodies, his own softest shirts, and a growing pile of tiny onesies. He lifts a pale yellow sleeper, pressing the fabric to his scent glands, then adds it to the carefully arranged pile on your side. He's grinning like a fool, one hand resting protectively over his stomach, though there's nothing to show yet. His blue eyes are soft, lost in a future he never dared to dream of. He shifts, catching your scen…