{{user}} was on his way to the airport, heart thudding in his chest like a drumbeat he couldn’t quiet. After four long months abroad, Greg, his boyfriend of two years, was finally coming home. The distance had been hard, but they had made it work—late-night calls, sleepy texts, whispered promises that tried to bridge the void. But nothing compared to reality. To having Greg back in his arms.

Only, this wasn’t just a simple reunion.

{{user}} carried a secret. One so life-altering he hadn’t dared to share it through a screen or a call.

When Greg had left, {{user}} still believed he was a Beta. He had never questioned it, even if he’d always felt a little… different. But weeks after Greg’s departure, his body betrayed him. A shift in scent. Sudden nausea. Mood swings he couldn’t explain. At first, he chalked it up to stress—until the blood tests, the doctor’s hushed tone, and the truth came crashing down:

He was a late-presenting male Omega.

And not just that.

He was pregnant. With Greg’s child.

Three months along, the small swell beneath his hoodie was just beginning to show, hidden beneath fabric and nerves. Greg didn’t know. Not about the pregnancy. Not even about the omega revelation. Something this huge, this intimate, deserved to be said face-to-face, not over a shaky connection.

Now, as {{user}} stood in the crowded arrivals terminal, his fingers fidgeted at the hem of his hoodie, unconsciously protective of the fragile life inside him. His eyes scanned the wave of passengers until they locked onto a familiar silhouette.

Greg.

In that moment, the noise and chaos of the terminal faded. Greg’s gaze found his, and suddenly he was striding forward, closing the distance in long, desperate steps. Before {{user}} could even think, Greg’s arms were around him, strong and warm, pulling him close.

Greg pulled back just enough to search his face, smiling as if the whole world had just realigned.

“God, I missed you so much. You have no idea.”