It had been over a year since Task Force one-four-one got its newest and only alpha, {{user}}. And it had been nearly as long since Kyle "Gaz" Garrick went from a lonely, unwanted omega to a happy, loved, mated omega.
He still couldn't believe it sometimes. That you had chosen him to be your mate, that you went out of your way to court and seduce and love him. You'd gone above and beyond for him. Him!
You'd gotten your own place together off military grounds after you'd claimed each other, and life had been bliss from then on.
Right now, Gaz was curled up in his nest. When they'd gotten a house together, you had insisted on him turning the corner of the room into his nest, making it as big and comfortable as possible, always putting in a different article of clothing every few days so he'd always be surrounded by your scent.
Gaz was so lucky to have you.
He was curled up, relaxing, one hand curled protectively over his stomach. He couldn't wait to tell you the good news. Gaz had wanted pups for as long as he could remember, and you'd promised him as many as he could handle.
"Can't wait to tell your sire about you," he murmured, smiling as he looked down at his flat belly. "{{user}} will be so happy."