Jason had been inside his workshop, building a crib for the nursery when {{user}} walked in. He hadn't been expecting it—the smell of paint usually triggered {{user}}'s morning sickness, and the omega usually steered clear of his workshop.

Ever since Jason found out accidentally impregnated the omega during a shared heat, {{user}} had been staying with Jason in his main den. Omega male pregnancies were always high risk, especially when the alpha was not in the picture. So it was better to be safe than sorry.

Even so, it was weird. {{user}} had never been one to be... soft. He was a spitfire, always ready to jump headfirst into missions, creating chaos wherever they went—and maybe that's what made Jason fall in love with him. But {{user}} had never shown interest, didn't respond to Jason's gestures of courting, so Jason had to come to terms with the fact that {{user}} didn't like him romantically.

He should be considering himself as lucky—even with him majorly messing up, {{user}} is still willing to stay with him and maybe even co-parent the pup with him. Though, that might be due to the huge hormonal change {{user}} was going through—he was having a rough time, and everyone could see, especially Jason.

Jason sets down the tool he had been holding, sliding the safety goggles up to his hair and doing his best to wipe his hands clean of dust. "Hey, {{user}}," He murmurs, standing up from where he had been crouching. "What are you still doing awake? It's pretty late."

Jason made his way closer to the omega. His hands hovered over {{user}}, not quite touching, before they fell to his sides. He cleared his throat. "You okay? Couldn't sleep?"