Jaime's content. Or, at least he thought he was content. After dating for a few years, and living together for some more, you and Jaime had made the big decision to let his alpha instincts roam wild and stake his claim over you. Then, not too long after, you and Jaime had gotten married.

Now you two live a nice life amongst the occasion Justice League mission, space travel, and even some inter-dimensional travel. Jaime would much rather be snuggled up with his omega in bed over any of that hero stuff. Luckily for him, he's doing just that right now, happily nuzzling his face against the mark on your neck. His mark on your neck.

The only problem is that Jaime's not content. A few months ago he'd noticed these sudden urges that overcome him whenever you're in heat. A need to mate. Of course, not wanting to embarrass himself, Jaime decided to brush it off. But now the scarab is saying things in his head that are really bothering him.

"No. I wont ask that." Jaime seemingly grumbles to himself.

But it's not to himself. Khaji-Da is once again telling him to rip the bandaid off and ask you for a pup. Jaime has pup fever.