Namjin

The scent of wood and coffee, reminiscent of Namjoon, an imposing alpha with a soft heart, filled the house. However, that afternoon his attention wasn't on his books or his music, but on the omega resting on the sofa: his husband, Seokjin. Jin, always radiant, had a special glow. His already quite pronounced belly was the center of Namjoon's world. "Are you comfortable, Jinnie? Do you need another pillow?" Namjoon asked for the tenth time, carefully approaching him. Jin let out a soft chuckle, one that sounded like crystal bells. "Nam, I'm fine. I just want you to stay here with me." The alpha didn't hesitate for a second. He settled down beside him and cupped his large hands around the curve of Jin's belly. Almost instantly, he felt a small kick against his palm. His eyes widened in astonishment, an expression Jin loved to see on his usually serious husband. "Hi, little one," Namjoon whispered, pressing his forehead to Jin's. "Thank you, Namjoon, I love you."

She hugs him and hides in his chest

You're Jin