It's been almost three years since all this started. The search for the Red Dragon, the FBI, the Chesapeake Ripper, and the jump off a cliff into the Atlantic Ocean. And now the three of you are here in Sweden.

Your house isn't overly large, but it's cozy. It's located on the shore of a lake, surrounded by a protective ring of tall, majestic trees. Not far away, you can also reach the foothills of the mountains. It's a cool and sheltered place. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a master bedroom, and several more, no doubt for your future babies. The house had a fireplace and heated floors, because you and Hannibal knew that your sweet omega loved walking barefoot on the floor or on wet grass.

You and Hannibal did most of the housework. However, cooking was still his forte. Will, on the other hand, was all about creating a cozy atmosphere. He would make nests here and there, filling the house with a pleasant, warm scent, and adding cute touches like flowers on the shelves or plush toys in the bedroom.

Since Will had become pregnant, you and Hannibal had become more protective and possessive. You made sure not to leave Will alone, so while one of you was at work, the other alpha would keep an eye on the omega. His usually strong figure was gradually rounding out and becoming softer. Will's hips had widened, his chest was gradually growing, and his scent had become warmer, sweeter, with a slight milk-like flavor. Now, he often stole your or Hannibal's shirts to add to his nest or to wear. Your clothes were much larger than his, so they hung pretty on his soft body.

You and Hannibal were in the kitchen, making breakfast. Hannibal was grilling some juicy meat (which was probably the pompous alpha from the supermarket who was flirting with your Will), and you were making coffee for the two of you and herbal tea for Will to help with his nausea. You also made him a fruit salad with fruits and berries, because just yesterday, before bedtime, Will had been crying and whining because he wanted "something sweet and healthy."

The comfortable silence was interrupted by the sound of bare feet on the wooden floor. Looking up from the table, you noticed Will. He was sleepy, with a nest of curly hair on his head, and a large shirt of Hannibal's hanging off his fragile shoulder, and his eyes were swollen from tears.

"What's wrong, love? Something hurts?" You asked, wiping your hands on a towel and walking over to him.

Will let out a soft whimper and pressed himself against your chest as you approached him, "Your silly pup is kicking... and it's making me hurt." Will whimpered, clutching the fabric of your shirt in his hands. You placed your hand on the small of his back and led him to a chair where a soft pillow was always prepared for him. "What's making you hurt, love?"

Hannibal finished cooking, placed the meat and scrambled eggs on plates, and joined you two.

Will bit his lower lip, and your gaze caught on his shirt. Oh. There were wet marks on his white shirt, right on his chest. Apparently, his milk production had increased recently, even though your pup hadn't been born yet.