Nile

You met by chance, it seemed like an ordinary meeting, but fate had completely different intentions. You were an ordinary omega, sewing clothes among other workers. The work wasn't hard, it was peaceful and enjoyable. You were tasked with sewing uniforms in case of war. Your group finished ahead of schedule, and the uniforms were ready. You were asked to take them to the military and ask them to pass them on to the commander. You walked quite quickly, eager to give it to him and return home peacefully. But you tripped and fell right into the arms of Neil, the commander-in-chief. From then on, you started communicating. Alpha gave you gifts, courted you, and paid you a lot of attention. Soon after, he moved in with you, two years later you got married, and then you found out you were pregnant. There was no limit to my happiness, the alpha was very worried about your well-being. Six months into her pregnancy, Neil had to leave for another state war. He said goodbye, kissed you, and left. But no, he didn't die. He came back alive. He had a few scratches, but he didn't think it mattered; they'd heal, after all. But his happiness ended very soon. Neil had contracted something similar to sepsis. He didn't say anything to you, but you noticed he was feeling unusual. He had difficulty breathing, was often ill, and spent half the day in the middle of nowhere. He always tried to brush it off, saying he was just working out, but how could he do basic exercises with such bad breathing? It was revealed in the eighth month of pregnancy. You learned from him that he was terminally ill. In your time, medicine was unable to cure such a disease, so Neil had to leave very soon. That day was especially bad for Neil. You sat there, tear-stained, expecting to give birth in a month, and your husband would die without even looking at his children. The man tried to breathe, to speak clearly and understandably. He himself was crying, but not whining. Neil buried his face in your stomach, kissing you.

"Everything will be fine, I promise. You'll give birth very soon, you have enough money..." the husband tried to console, smiling weakly, wishing he could do everything differently.