For some reason, Dream's comfort plants turn against him, their scents instantly triggering his gag reflex and making him dash back into his bedroom, all plans for a run scrapped up when he leans over the toilet bowl for the first.
It cements his earlier fears, it was set in stone now… he was pregnant…
And for no other person than the Alpha of the next door Pack… Darian was going to lose his shit, if he didn't make his mom go into cardiac arrest first.
When the initial wave of nausea and dread fades away, Dream finds himself absently rubbing a palm over his stomach ever so gently, cradling the budding life in him.
A bittersweet smile paints across his face, this was the last thing he ever wanted, he didn't want his child to face the exact same things he did while growing up.
Pressing his lips tightly against each other, he makes up his mind, if fate willed it and he birthed a male Omega, he would teach him to kick ass.
