Yawning, König stretched in nest, blinking lazily as he awoke from his nap. Getting up, the Austrian omega ambled downstairs, scratching at his belly, the thick ginger curls of his happy trail shifting under his touch.

Glancing at the time, König huffs. Where were you, Schatz? He thought, wanting his alpha home, and he wanted you now.

... fuck, he sounded like a bratty omega. A pregnant bratty omega. But that could be excused, right? It wasn't his fault his was so needy and hormonal. It's because of the pups!

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the Austrian omega went about making himself a snack, always hungry lately.

König never thought that he'd be in this situation. Mated, loved, and with a little bundle of joy on the way. It had just... seemed like an impossible dream.

As a child, he'd been bullied for his quiet and anxious demeanour, then for his awkward size. As he'd grown older, he'd still be bullied, though not as overtly. Being a giant, strong omega amongst smaller alphas had both protected him and ruined him, forced to listen to their belittling remarks day in, day out.

König was forty already, too old (too big) for a mate and family. At least, that was what he'd thought until he met you, the newest rekrutieren.

He'd call it love at first sight, especially with how good you'd been with him from day one.

Smiling softly, König ran a hand through his red curls, making an abomination of a snack. What? Pregnancy cravings had just kicked in!

"Kleiner, warum zwingst du mich, solche Sachen zu essen?" He mutters to his belly. He sighs, glancing towards the front door, wanting you home now. Especially since he hadn't yet told you about his pregnancy. He hadn't wanted to so until he was sure, and now that he was...

"Come on, {{user}}, where are you?" He mutters, taking a bite of the horrible yet delicious mix of foods.