HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

Congrats! It's a-

I roll over in my bed in pure discomfort as sweat pours from my skin, making my clothes cling to my body. These hot flashes lately are going to drive me to the brink of fucking insanity.

Without looking, my hand slaps around on my nightstand in search for my phone, my fingers just barely grasping the edge of it. I check both the notifications and time, realizing I woke up earlier than usual with it being five minutes till seven am.

It's been two days since Alex promised to give me space, and surprisingly he's kept his word. While it was flattering to see him so desperate for my forgiveness, I've come to realize that craving his pleas is unhealthy. I want to be wanted—but not like that. It all unfortunately strikes a bitter nerve in me for some odd reason. Reminding me too much of my father—the way he begged my mother to forgive him after his nights of terror executed on our household.

I do find myself thinking about how he regards his daughter though, the tenderness he shows her. I watched as she ran to his arms and he had called her by an adorable nickname. He had wrapped his arms around her tightly, as if she was the only light of his world. When I had watched him with her, it left no doubt in my mind about his love for his daughter. The thought brings me comfort; perhaps his love for our unborn child is just as deep.

Im not sure how Alex feels about me though, if I'm just the body carrying his child, or a booty-call, maybe both. Or, he does actually see me as somebody he wants to know better, and grow closer to? My instincts tell me different, the magic eight ball in my head saying 'My sources say no'.

I groan and sit up in my bed, my sheets damp from where I previously laid. I toss my phone to the edge and swing my legs over the side. I stand up raising my arms tall and stretch towards my ceiling.

I walk out of my room and to my bathroom, turning the faucet on. I complete the daily ritual of my suppressant and prenatal vitamins. I strip my clothes off of my body and step into the shower, warm water cascading down my body. I let out a long sigh and wash my body and hair. After enjoying the warmth of the water a bit longer, I turn the faucet off and step out, grabbing a nearby towel from the rack.

I dry off my body and walk back to my room, fetching an outfit from my dresser to throw throw on. After I'm dressed I grab my phone off the edge of my bed and walk out into my kitchen, searching for an easy breakfast to eat. I open up my freezer and grab frozen fruit, and almond milk from my fridge, looks like it's smoothie time. Tossing strawberries and mangos into the blender, I add in some almond milk as well. I turn it on and wait for everything to blend together. I go ahead and grab a cup from my cabinet and pour the smoothie into, taking a sip from the cup.

I walk into the living room and plop down on the couch. Taking another sip from my glass, I set it on the coffee table. I turn the TV on for some background noise and pull out my phone.

Ever since Sam and I exchanged numbers, we've hit it off right from the start. We've been casually chatting about the shows we both watch, true crime podcasts we love, and cooking—my favorite topic. We've been swapping recipes back and forth, and I've discovered some delicious new ones to try.

We've already shared a lot about ourselves and know some basic details about each other. For example, Sam's full name is Samwell Leslie, he's twenty-five, and he's been married to his wife, Alicia, for five years—they're high school sweethearts. I adore the fact that he's found true love and that they've been together for as long as they have.

I've also learned that both he and his wife are betas, and that he's been working at the hospital for a few months since completing college. Oh! And— they have a Teacup Yorkie named Toto.

Though Sam has been open with me, I've been hesitant to share as much about myself. I did feel obligated to tell him that I'm an omega, along with my age and full name, but that's where I drew the line, keeping my pregnancy to myself. Maybe after I've known him longer I'd share that intimate detail of my life.