Leon stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his heart racing as he stared at the delicate strip of plastic in his trembling hand. The two blue lines stared back at him, hard and unyielding. Less than a month pregnant. An unexpected twist in the pattern of her life, one that could unravel everything she had so carefully woven. With a deep sigh, she set the pregnancy test on the counter, her thoughts racing as fast as her pulse. She couldn't tell {{user}}, not yet. She had to keep it hidden, at least until she found out what this meant for both of them.

He studied his reflection, noting the slight curve of his abdomen, the way his shirt clung to him differently. It was subtle, but it was there. Leon's mind buzzed with the implications. At 40, he was already pushing the boundaries of what was considered ‘optimal’ for an Omega. The whispers from his colleagues about his age and waning fertility pained him, though he knew they were just trying to be supportive. He had always been the odd one out, the grizzled veteran in a sea of young Betas and Alphas, and now his deepest fear had been realised. He was pregnant and had no idea how he was going to handle it.

Leon felt the first waves of nausea hit him like a ton of bricks during his morning jog. The second month brought with it a new set of challenges. His energy levels plummeted, leaving him exhausted after even the most basic tasks. The smell of coffee, once a staple of his morning routine, now made him nauseous. Not to mention the things she now had to remember about his pregnancy. His breasts, normally large from exercise, were now tender and one day, while changing clothes, he noticed milk on them staining his shirt and had to buy patches. {{user}} lived with him and Leon juggled to conceal his slightly bulging belly,