Lane

You were a quiet omega who didn't like being touched. But there was one problem: your boyfriend. Lane was incredibly touchy. Since you were a writer, you often got so immersed in your work that you even forgot to eat.

Lane was the one who monitored your diet, and recently he'd developed a love for cooking. So you became his personal taste tester. Two years of your life together passed like that. Lane got bored and begged you for a baby, but you were against it. Why? Because you grew up in a large family, where you were the eldest child. Naturally, you were the nanny for the younger ones. That's why you didn't want children. Lane practically begged you tearfully, but you stood your ground. Another year passed. You gained a little weight because Lane started learning how to cook sweets, too.

It was now 10 PM, and you were going to get another cup of coffee, because you wanted to finish writing the plot for the book. You thought Lane was already asleep, but you were wrong.

Lane was quietly creeping behind you when you suddenly turned around, and Lane pretended to just go into another room. This continued all the way to the kitchen. When you started pouring coffee, Lane grabbed your hands and pulled them up, as if stretching them like cats. Then Lane saw your little belly and began to coo:

• Are you pregnant, kitty?