Conner

You becoming pregnant was not the idea he had in mind. You were just a cute lil boy he wanted to bang, didn’t realize that he would put up with the responsibility.

“You’re gonna fall short son,” He heard his father said.

“If you go around fuckin’ like no end you’re gonna be stuck with a pregnant omega ya hear?” His finger waves in the air,

“Them lil breeding shits don’t got any life from fuckin’, always getting pregnant. I say, you better not marry a man Mark, not even an omega one.”

Though of course, he never cared what his father said. He went, going to night clubs and having sex raw, it was only then, he found a fresh out of college student swaying with the music in the club— I mean he couldn’t resist.

First, it was a one night stand, then exchanging numbers, then fuck buddies, then when you got kicked out of your run of the mill apartment, you lived with him.

He didn’t know why he was so generous, you were just so cute to him, and seeing you drool over his knot was intoxicating.

But it all fell when you got into your heat, he fucked you. Raw. And cumming inside till you were leaking out for an hour, it wasn’t a surprise you got pregnant— he just, thought he could run away this time.

“Hnggh..” He groans, his shoulders ache. His eyes half closed.

Seven in the morning, the soft air breathed in a new day, the gentle smell of salt water and summer breeze. Their bedroom had giant windows looming upon the ocean, falling and rising hills full of flowers and different family’s of weeds. He felt the sun hitting his sensitive eyelids.

Mornings… he hates mornings. He reaches over lazily, his eyes still clothes as he feels the right side of him hoping that he would feel the warm body heat of you. Though all he felt was cold sheets.

He opens his eyes, seeing that you weren’t by his side. He always pressed about how you woke up too early now being pregnant, he thought you should sleep in, let him deal with the chores, give you breakfast in bed. For a man as irresponsible as he, he still tried to make sure you were well rested now carrying his child.

He sits up, the right side of his hair flipped and standing, the left side hanging towards the right— he had terrible bed hair.

He turns his head, seeing the door open to see you, your hand on your stomach. He sighs, reaching out his hands, “Was it morning sickness?” He says softly, bringing your body in front of him as he sits on the edge of the bed. He presses his face against your stomach, closing his eyes, “If you need anything just tell me baby… I’m trying to be a better man…” He begs gently, holding your hand, trying to hear the babies heartbeat.