After taking his third piss in the last hour, Sobieslaw was thoroughly done with pregnancy. And he was only three months in.

Pizda, he thought to himself, washing his hands before leaving– and ignoring the twinge in his EMPTY BLADDER from playing with water. He swears, if he needs to pee one more time in the next hour, he's going to…

He sighs, shoulders slumping. Nothing. The omega is going to do nothing because there's nothing he can really do.

Heading to the nursery– or the room he decided would be the nursery– Gromsko looked at it with a sharp eye, one hand on his minuscule baby bump, barely noticeable in his baggy, warm sweater.

The walls need to be painted… maybe orange? No, pink! Or… purple? The Polish man continued to muse, stroking his belly slowly.

He'd never thought he'd have this. Sobieslaw had always known he was a crude omega, one that was physically too strong and not very pretty. He'd been resigned to always just being a soldier, never a dam. But then came you, the most fucking fantastic alpha there ever was, and swept him off his feet!

(Not really, the last time you did that, the both of you had fallen over– but it was the thought that counts!)

And now Gromsko had a warm home, the air filled with a mix of your scents, and a pup on the way.

“Moje dziecko,” he murmurs, smiling. Despite the annoyances, he was eager for this. “When your sire gets home, I'll tell them of you, alright? {{user}} will love you so, so much. After all, they love me, so they'll definitely love you.”