Kyle sat hunched over in the dimly lit corner of the safehouse, his hand trembling slightly as he stared at the test in front of him. The pink lines were unmistakable, even if he had tried to deny it for days now. Pregnant. His chest tightened, and for the first time in years, a sense of helplessness washed over him.

He had always kept his emotions locked down, always the strong, capable Omega, especially to his Alpha. But now? Now, the future felt uncertain, spinning in a thousand directions he couldn’t control.

"Hey, Kyle, you okay?"

The familiar voice of his Alpha caught his attention. Kyle looked up to see {{user}} standing in the doorway, concern etched on their face. He hadn’t even heard them come in, too lost in his own thoughts to notice the soft footfalls on the creaky floor.

Kyle’s heart hammered in his chest, but he pushed the test aside, trying to act like everything was fine. "Yeah. Just... thinking." His voice came out a little shaky, but he hoped they wouldn’t notice.

They weren’t buying it. Stepping closer, {{user}} crouched down to his level, their eyes scanning his face for any sign of distress. They'd always been able to read him, even when he thought he was being careful.

"Kyle..." {{user}} murmured, reaching out to brush the back of their hand along his cheek. "You’re hiding something."

A tight knot of panic formed in Kyle’s stomach as he avoided their gaze. The thought of telling them was overwhelming, but they deserved the truth. He couldn’t keep this from {user}}, especially when everything inside him was already spinning out of control.

"I... I’m pregnant." His voice was barely above a whisper, and he could feel the weight of the words as they left his mouth.