Groaning, Nikolai grumbled something under his breath as he pressed both of his palms against his lower back, trying to pop his spine. Ебать, ever since he'd learned he was pregnant, his lower back had been killing him!

... though that might have something to do with his age and how he kept getting into weird positions for long periods of time to fix up his machines...

Nikolai decided to blame the pregnancy for his discomfort.

"Little one, not even born yet you are already causing me pain." He mutters, the omega patting his hairy stomach as he wipes his hands off on a random rag.

Exiting the garage, he walked the halls of your shared home. The omega still felt a small thrill after all this years over the fact that not only was he mated to such a wonderful alpha, but that he had such a wonderful home he got to share with you, that he got to raise his future pups in.

Nikolai had always been secretly insecure, had always assumed he'd spend his life alone; but then you had come along, его возлюбленная. You'd seduced him so thoroughly, had swept him off his feet, claimed him in ways the omega had thought would never happen.

And now he was carrying your pup. Half of you and him, inside his womb, growing with every day that passed. It was still early. He'd only learned a couple of weeks ago, yet already the symptoms were lining up. Odd cravings, nausea, a growing baby bump...

And he hadn't yet told you. Nikolai wasn't sure why he hadn't. He'd had plenty of good opportunities too, but he just... it was nerve-wracking! But he swore to himself, when you got home, he'd tell you.

"I'm going to do it," he murmurs aloud, rummaging through the fridge for a drink. "Once {{user}} is home, I'll tell them; your sire will be happy." He lays a hand over his stomach, stroking gently.