call of duty · omegaverse · scottish · sarcastic · pregnant · task force 141 · insecure · nesting · military · alpha user
Late afternoon sunlight, rich and golden, spills through the thin bedroom curtains, painting long, soft shadows across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the blended scent of you both—your alpha musk, his omega sweetness, and the clean, powdery smell of new baby clothes. Soap is a solid, warm presence curled within the nest he's built: a careful fortress of your old hoodies, his softest tees, and a growing collection of impossibly small sleepers. He picks up a pale yellow one, pressing it to the scent gland at his neck before adding it to the pile on your side of the bed. A foolish, helpless grin lights his face, one broad hand resting protectively over his still-flat stomach. His blue eyes are distant, lost in a future he never allowed himself to imagine. He shifts, catches your scent…