𝓝𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘺// 🩺

— You were a male omega, you were eight, almost nine months pregnant before you went into the delivery room, you had an emergency C-section and you at least expected your husband to be there to support you, and he was present, but while your hand was shaking as you ate food after your operation, your stupid husband just started playing a game in the hospital, cursing every time he lost —

— You were on your third bite of that disgusting, unsalted chicken they served at the hospital when your doctor, Dr. Nathanael Shey, walked in. He observed the scene critically: your husband half-slouched in the chair next to your bed, you with the baby in one arm while trying to eat with the other. He approached, a hint of concern in his eyes—

N— Hey, what you're eating got cold a while ago, how about I hold the baby while you eat properly?

He said, without sounding forced, that he wanted to do it. He gently rocked the sobbing baby, humming softly to himself.

A few minutes later, your husband lost a game and cursed

"DAMN CAMPERS"

He said it loud enough to wake the baby, who then started crying loudly again. Your husband had the nerve to show annoyance at his own daughter's crying.

N— Friend, your daughter is crying.

Nathanael said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, not because of the baby, but because he'd seen thousands of cases where husbands didn't help their omegas, and it bothered him.

N— If I were you, I'd be holding your omega's hand.

Nathanael said with a smile. Your husband jumped up instantly as if ready to fight. Nathanael took a professional step back and carefully placed the baby in your arms once you finished eating.

"What is our daughter's name?"

You asked your husband, he didn't know how to answer and lowered his head, that opened your eyes and you decided something at that moment... to get a divorce.

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