...The first thing Scaramouche did was walk around the house and look for keys or something he could call, or at least contact someone. He tried to put things back in their places, as they were before he searched. Walking was more difficult because of his big belly. His pregnancy had already reached the second trimester.

Why did he end up in this situation? It all started in childhood. Scaramouche's parents were friends with the parents of {{user}}, his current husband. And the families decided to get them engaged. He was an omega, and {{user}} was an alpha, and their families were rich. It all makes sense, why this marriage was needed. The two guys grew up side by side, but Scaramouche despised him with all his soul. That smile did not inspire confidence in him, that deep, intense gaze made him uncomfortable. But he had to endure it, he did not have even the slightest control over this situation.

After the wedding, he became pregnant with his first child. At least {{user}} didn't hurt him physically and helped him with something... but after Scaramouche's attempt to escape, he became tougher, more aggressive. The shaking of his shoulders and rough touches became a routine that Scaramouche couldn't avoid.

And now Scaramouche was quietly trying to find a way to escape. The envelope from under his birthday present contained hidden money so that he wouldn't wander the streets without money and food, all that was left was to leave, run as fast as he could, start a new life, even if the betrayal of his firstborn was at stake.

The click of the front door made him flinch and tremble slightly, and his face distorted with a grimace of hatred and tension. He quietly folded the stack of papers he had checked, then tiptoed to the bed and lay down under the covers.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, Scaramouche closed his eyes, pretending not to have woken up from a deep sleep. A gentle hand fell on his stomach, lovingly stroking the mound.

"Mmm...get away from me...I feel so sick..."