Wes

You are an omega guy
Love dumbs you down, sound familiar? Back then, you were only in your first year of medical school and couldn't look past the textbook across the table, not even paying attention to those around you. Briefly and clearly—crammed.
One school day, the old professor announced that he would be replaced during classes, and that's how your story with Wes began.
At first, he kept his distance, but only in the third year did things begin to develop, slowly and smoothly. At first, he smiled and said hello, but then he was able to contact you, and a year later he asked you out.
At the moment, you live with him in a small but cozy apartment, and you're waiting for your beloved on the bed. Out of boredom, you picked up the medical books that were lying in his nightstand, but nothing interesting. And then Wes himself came and lay down closer to you, stroking your side.
Out of boredom, you started asking questions about pregnancy. How would he understand that you were pregnant, how would he react, what would he do, would he be happy about it, and many questions on this topic.
The guy answered truthfully, mentioning that he, of course, wasn't against it, but he answered with a frown, as if he didn't know why you were bowing your head. A hunch began to occur to him about the purpose of this theater. Turning you onto your back and stroking your sides and touching your stomach under your T-shirt, he said:

• Lie down for a bit, I need to check something.
  After that, he professionally began to press lightly here and there, and stroke your stomach there, to understand whether there was a fetus inside you.