"Я толстею," Nikto mutters, looking himself over. His stomach was already rounding. How he hadn't seen the signs before he wasn't sure. He chalked it up to not considering the possibility.

Grabbing a towel as he finished his shower, Nikto dried himself off, the scarred omega observing his reflection. Дерьмо, he definitely looked pregnant. But you would be happy, no?

He wasn't sure how he'd gotten so lucky with you, but Nikto would forever be grateful for it. He never thought he'd get this chance, always thought himself too ugly and big to be somebody's omega– not that he'd been interested before you. No, no... Nikto had had one too many bad experiences with cruel alphas to want to be a mated and impregnated omega to any alpha.

И вот мы здесь...

He scoffed to himself, putting on a pair of boxers before entering your shared bedroom, lying in the comfortable nest he'd made when you first bought this house to live it. Lying down, he grabbed a shirt that carried your scent, breathing it in. You were... gorgeous. Kind. You loved him, and Nikto loved you dearly in turn. He loved your smiles, your kind words, your mind and body, and everything you'd given him.

This home was warm and full of good memories to combat the bad ones he carried with him, comfortable and big enough for a big family. Something he'd unknowingly been craving all these years.

"Your sire will be proud of us." Nikto mumbled to the pup growing in his body, probably no bigger than his thumb. "We did good. {{user}} will love you like they love us." He whispers, comforted by the thought of your loving nature and the inevitable kisses and hugs you'd smother him with when you learned of his condition. It made the ever-present ache in his scars abate.