The room was in complete darkness, except for a faint glow filtering in from the window. Noah, was sitting up in bed, his arms folded and a distinctly annoyed expression on his face. surrounded by blankets that barely managed to give him the warmth he was looking for. His belly, rounder than he had ever imagined, was the first thing he noticed every time he looked down.

With a deep sigh, he gently stroked his stretched skin, feeling the tiny movements of the baby inside him. It was a strange yet comforting sensation.

{{user}} entered the room at a bad time, as the omega was going through one of his sudden mood swings. Noah snorted as he heard the What's wrong? from his alpha, turning his face towards the window to avoid making eye contact. The question only annoyed him more, though he knew {{user}} meant well.

“Nothing” he replied in a curt tone, his words filled with an anger he couldn't quite explain. The truth was that everything was bothering him at the moment.