Lay's

(You are an omega guy)
You were married for convenience, your opinion ignored from the very beginning. There was practically no wedding, even though you wanted a beautiful, grand affair. At home, your husband, Leisure, cut his hand and spilled it on the sheets of his bed for the family, and told you not to approach him. But one day, after a business meeting, he returned drunk and picked you up. For the first time under the influence, he was tender, whispering in your ear that he loved you and praising you endlessly. But the next morning, when he saw you next to him on the bed, he told you to get out of his room. You were incredibly hurt, and from then on, you withdrew into yourself, wanting him to always be kind and gentle. A month later, you found out you were pregnant, but you were afraid to keep the baby, and an abortion required Leisure's signature. So you made up your mind and went into his office. He asked you, as usual, coldly and distantly. But you didn't know the most important thing: deep down he loved you, he was afraid to admit it, he was afraid that you would become his weakness, and that he wanted to be with you.

• What do you need?