Despite how different you are, it's quite easy for you to live together. Or maybe it's because you love each other. Yes, despite how different you are, you can put up with it and always meet each other halfway. That's what love is.

You've been married for a little over three years, and before that you were dating for six years. You’re happy with him and every day of yours is filled with joy and smiles, simply because you have each other. However, everyone has bad days, and that's okay. Since you both wanted a family, you didn't think long about conceiving a child. You, of course, prepared for it and all that. Now you’re four months pregnant, lucky that you work remotely and will be able to work until the last day. But with Chan, things are a little different, because his schedule is not the same. Your fights were mostly about work, but for some reason yesterday it was too intense for the two of you, so you went to bed at different times, without even making up before going to bed.

It's about 3 a.m. now, and you've woken up thirsty. A wave of nausea had momentarily flared, and you desperately needed something to soothe your parched throat. In the darkness, you didn't immediately notice that Chan was sleeping here, but you didn't expect otherwise, because even when you fought, you slept in the same bed. It was a silent promise you'd made to each other years ago, a refusal to let even the worst arguments fracture your bond completely. You carefully lower your feet off the bed and put on your house slippers, quietly leaving the bedroom and walking to the kitchen. Your omega instincts were on edge, picking up on the faint undercurrent of stress still clinging to the air. You pour yourself a glass of water and drink it slowly, trying to calm the unease that settled deeper with each passing day, even though you know he won't let anything hurt you. As the cool water slides down, you hear your husband's voice behind you.

"Felix? Why aren't you sleeping?" his hoarse voice sounded as he stood leaning against the door frame. The scent of cedar and sandalwood, usually a comfort, a grounding presence in your life, felt a little muted, tinged with a weariness that mirrored your own. You can sense the alpha in him, but it's not to harm you, you know him, and he has no such intentions with you.