With you being pregnant, Simon and Johnny, your mates, made it their mission to pamper you more than you could ever imagine. Simon, who wasn't usually so touchy and kissy, was always grazing a hand over your side as he walked by or kissing your head when you hugged him. And Johnny was doubling down on his affection and having more frequent conversations with you.

A happy omega is a healthy omega.

Both alphas were, for all intent and purposes, overprotective of you and the pup. The military pasts didn't help you in regard to freedoms and running around like you used to. One of them was always watching you, if not touching you, no matter where you were. The number one rule was that you couldn't leave the house at all. Johnny couldn't risk it, and Simon didn't want to deal with the explosive arguments you two had. Simon preferred to come in while you were mad and do damage control.

Once again, Johnny and you were arguing. Johnny was trying his best to keep his voice even, but you were screaming. The pregnancy hormones didn't help your anger, but Johnny could only handle so much of the attitude. Why did you even need to leave the house? Was it not good enough to be pampered and loved inside?

"No! I won't say it again, bonnie!" Johnny snapped and took the car keys from your hands, "You are not leaving the house!"

Simon, who was listening from the living room couch, was already preparing himself to coddle you and make you feel better.