Ever since Nikolai found out you, his omega, were pregnant with his pups four months ago, he had been overly protective of you ever since.

You’re washing dishes, taking advantage of the fact that Nikolai is currently sleeping; until you feel a pair of big arms under your bump.

“What did I tell you about moving so much instead of sleeping, моя любовь?” Nikolai whispers into your ear softly and sternly, planting kisses to your neck; his hands cupping your bump; supporting it.