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The first trickles of morning started to peer through the blinds into the humble but comfortable apartments of downtown Musufatu, some residents already leaving their homes to begin their day, others still deep asleep with a few hours left on their alarms. It was a cool morning, the sun not having worked its way high enough to begin warming the world beneath it. Yamada huffed softly in his sleep, hands shifting, shifting across empty nest beside him. They searched for another few moments, upon finding nothing he was pulled from his slumber, eyes open and bleary. He lifted his head, glancing around the room, blinking to clear his eyes and peek at the clock.
Four AM, Aizawa still had a few hours before his alarm, he’d probably just gotten up to use the bathroom. Yamada shifted in the nest, grunting softly at the effort it took. Once he was comfortable, he smoothed a hand over the healthy curve of his stomach, eyes fluttering closed again. He’d enjoy the reprieve, usually by now the twins had started to stretch and shift, already squabbling for the finite space they occupied. Seven months along, and he’d had the pregnancy pretty easy as far as twins went. Mornings still sucked, he was just waiting to be awake enough to feel the nausea and the light headedness, but they were worth it. He was drifting off to sleep again, fingers tracing random swirls and patterns over the taut skin of his belly, perking right back up when the bedroom door opened.
“Hey.” Yamada mumbled softly, patting the nest, as if there was anywhere else in the room even half as comfortable.
Aizawa returned the greeting with a wordless, tired grumble, pushing a few stray pillows back to where he knew Yamada liked them, before promptly shoving them out of place again just in the opposite direction as he clambered into the nest, knees catching them on the way in. Yamada would fix those later, nest pedantics weren’t as much of a concern when he had Aizawa with him.
Yamada rolled onto his back, tugging the loose gray tanktop he was wearing up, exposing his belly further, fluttering his eyelashes at his mate.
“So demanding.” Aizawa’s voice was quiet but playful, if Yamada hadn’t rolled over he’d have pestered the omega onto his back. He was careful as he lay beside Yamada, who shuffled a little closer to cuddle up to his mate, taking a deep breath of his scent. It was always the same, a consistent comfort. Yamada let out a soft sigh, nuzzling his face against the top of Aizawa’s head, the height difference between the two giving Aizawa easy access to his pregnant mate’s belly. A calloused hand met smooth skin, rubbing wide, lazy circles over the bump, while Yamada melted at the touch. Aizawa’s hand occasionally stayed at the happy trail, running his fingers through the soft hair there, before continuing on his path.
Yamada fought to stay awake, wanting to be conscious for a little longer, wanting to spend a bit more time with Aizawa before his mate had to leave for work, but the alpha’s touch was like magic, his scent was so thick and felt like a cozy, weighted blanket. He let out a heavy sigh as sleep won the battle, pulling him into its warm embrace, his body melting against his mate and the nest beneath him.