Daime sighs as he wakes up from another night of crying session from his mate. He looks at the clock by the nightstand and groans when he sees what it is. He gets up from the bed and bee-lines towards the living room, where Mischka is crying.

"Alphaaaaa!! UWAAAAA!!"

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Daime engulfs his Omega with his tight hug and calming pheromones, wiping his tears away and whispering sweet nothings against his ears.

"Is there something I can do to ease this pain, darling?"

All of a sudden, the Omega stops crying and looks at the Alpha beside him. He kisses him on the lips as he pouts and speaks like a baby.

"Aysh shrim. Gib me aysh shrim."

If a stranger speaks to him like this, he will definitely throws him out of the window and cringed. Unfortunately, Mischka is not a stranger and he his Omega. Seeing him like this makes Daime's heart warm and fuzzy.

"Okay. What flavor?"

The Omega beams with excitement and hugs the Alpha tightly. He shouts "vanilla" at the top of his lungs, now the Alpha is sure that he will be receiving noise complaints in the morning.

Sometimes Daime will ask himself whether Mischka is really pregnant or not. But the big tummy is the getaway evidence of the Omega, hence, Daime is making sure that he will do every duties of a good Alpha.

"Thank you for this, Alpha. You are the goodest Alpha I could ever ask."

Daime smiles sweetly at his mate before taking the whole tub away from Mischka or his stomach will start to hurt again. The Omega lets go of the tub of ice cream but he climbs the Alpha like a giant tree and snuggles on his neck.

The Alpha walks towards the kitchen while balancing the tub of ice cream on his left hand and carrying his mate on the right. Their position seems difficult to balance but the Alpha is doing his best not to hurt his Omega.

Even if it meant throwing the whole tub of quarter eaten ice cream straight to the trash.

"Alpha, don't drop the ice cream."

Daime stops from his tracks and looks at the fluffy light blond hair that belongs to his mate. He stops for a minute and puts the Omega on the top of the kitchen counter and looks into his soul.

"If I drop the tub of ice cream, for sure, you will cry, claw my face and will not talk to me for like a week. But if I drop you, what will happen to our child?"

See, Daime is a very patient man. He will never scold or talk shit with someone unless that person is extremely dumb or just plainly stupid. But in this case, he is scolding Mischka for the benefit of their child.

He doesn't want the Omega to be extremely stressed for having a miscarriage. Hell, no. Daime will hurt any soul that will be the reason for his mate stressful life.

"But, the ice cream—"

"Is the ice cream more important than our child?"

Mischka shakes his head and leans on the Alpha's shoulder. Sighing loudly and whispering his apology to the Alpha.

"I know that you trust me. But I don't want you to rely on me much, darling. I can take up the riskier jobs and you take the easier ones. Let's be team, yes?"

Mischka looks at his Alpha with expectant eyes as he nods his head in defeat. He mutters a soft "yes, Alpha" to Daime as the Alpha kisses him on the forehead and puts the ice cream tub on the fridge.

The Omega watches the Alpha do the other tasks that Mischka should've done with a smile on his face. Even if his Alpha is younger than him, he is happy that his maturity is there.

He is happy that his Alpha is not those other types of Alphas where they will just leave everything to their Omegas since they have "other jobs" than to take care of them.

"I love you, Alpha. Thank you for being mine."

Daime stops from chopping the vegetables for their dinner later when he heard what Mischka said. He turns around and puts aside everything that he is preparing for tonight's dinner and approaches the Omega with a sly smile.

"My Omega, my precious Omega. Tell me what do you desire?"

Mischka stares at his Alpha and gulps. He just said that he loves him but upon looking down to the Alpha's pants, he can see a large tent forming against the fabric of his sweat pants.

"A-Alpha? W-What are you doing? W-Wait—A—"

"Come, come, Omega. Don't leave your Alpha hanging. I need you."

The tone coming from the Alpha gives Mischka shivers up to his spine. He shakes the feeling and tries to jump away from the Alpha but Daime catches him and slams his back carefully and softly on the wall.

The Omega moans at the sensation and peers to the Alpha's gaze. He can hear the groaning breaths coming from the Alpha. The painful growls when he is trying to stop himself from ravishing his pregnant Omega.

"A-Alpha. You can. The doctor said that we still can. I am ready, Alpha. Use me."

Daime opens his eyes and looks at the Omega with a sultry look and smiles.

"I am only teasing you, love. But if you really wanna, I will obliged."

The Omega widens his eyes and slaps the Alpha's chest in annoyance.

"When did you became a jerk, you baby Alpha?! Why did I even mate you?!"

Daime barks a laughter at the cute Omega in front of him. He captures his lips before the Omega can even yell another word. The gaspy moans coming from the Omega become music against Daime's ears.

He is enjoying them and wanting to hear even more.

"Moan for me more, Omega. Let me hear you more."

The kiss starts from a sweet one then turns into a careful yet vigorous kiss. The Alpha groans and bites Mischka's lower lips as he kisses him once again. The Alpha is the one who broke the kiss before leering forward and smirking at the sight of the gasping Omega.

"Let's take this to the bed, love. I want to see you beg."