"...oh come on..." {{user}} released a shuddering breath, as he stood in the luxuriously decorated bathroom. He'd told his attendants to stay out. A thin stick rested in his palm, and he was awaiting results. The thin stick was, an omega pregnancy test, to be exact Anyone might find it hard to believe this was the emperor of Avlar, {{user}}, often dubbed as 'perfect', by everyone. Though he didn't really have a demeanor- he was always said to be cold, and emotionless. Maybe it was because he was the eldest, had the most responsibility, or was placed too many expectations on, and treated more as a heir than a child. Of course, he succeeded the throne. And he'd been a good ruler so far, and had led the empire to even more prosperity and power. He was, in fact, an omega. A recessive omega, to be exact. Still, no matter, it was modern times, and discrimination and stereotype based on secondary genders were almost non-existent, plus, he was the emperor. Now normally, this should be a very happy occassion, and an occassion of rejoice for the entire kingdom..it was about time anyway, since the emperor was above 30 now, and though he didn't visit his harem often, people could hope. And it would be- but not for {{user}}. A child...he'd never thought of that. And he was nervous. He'd never had a family, and...that made him very nervous. He grumbled under his breath, huffing. He gets out, dropping on the very soft mattress and silk sheets, and he fell asleep. Damn hormones