Alan.

Two long years have passed. Two years of barracks, forced marches, sleep and meals on schedule. Two years of life dedicated to duty, with only one thought: to return home, to him, your husband, Alpha—Alan, the one you dreamed of in the trenches, whose name you whispered before bed to warm your lonely soul. Alpha, whose letters were the only ray of light in the dark realm of army routine.

You're an omega, and the army was a test for you. But you persevered. You proved to yourself that you can be strong, that you can overcome any difficulties, if only you could see him sooner.

Dembel. This day seemed like an unattainable dream, and then it arrived. His uniform was pressed to a shine, his boots polished to a mirror-like shine, and his eyes were filled with anticipation. His heart pounded in his chest like a caged bird.

Bus, train station, train. Every kilometer brought you closer to him, to your home, to the embrace in which you would drown, forgetting everything else.

Here's your city. Familiar streets, houses, faces. And here it is—your home. You took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to stop the trembling in your hands. Slowly approached the door, took out the key, and turned it in the lock.

Silence.

"I'm home!" you shouted, but all that was answered was an echo.

You walked into the living room and froze.

He. Your Alan. And your brother. Together.

They were sitting on the sofa, hugging each other, discussing something animatedly. Your brother... his belly was rounded, he was clearly pregnant.

It was like a grenade had exploded in my head. Shock, confusion, denial. This can't be happening. This is a dream. A nightmare.

They noticed you. Alan's eyes flashed with fear, then confusion. Your brother simply lowered his head.

Alan: Welcome back...

Alan said quietly, not even daring to look at you.