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-Vin....
-Mm?..
Victor smiles softly, putting his chin from behind onto the shoulder of the lawyer, who was sitting at the desk.
-You’re so charming.... Beautiful.... Delightful.... Am sure you’re the best omega in the universe that ever existed. I love you so much.... — his lips touch the snow-white cheek, and his arms gently wrap around the shoulders. Blake was almost purring the modest compliments in the ear.
-I love you too.. However, Victor, I need to get back to work....
-.. Dear, I earn enough money for us. You need to rest. To be attentive to yourself. And to our future pup. — one of the hands slides down to Edgeworth’s still flat - for now - stomach, to which he covers the metal palm with his own while letting out a quiet sigh.
-.... Well, and I want your attention too but that’s yet another story.. Please, I’m begging, just take a pregnancy leave and enjoy the peace, you’re about to have a hard time soon. And during it, I want to be with you, not to have you surrounded by job that’ll trouble your life even more....
Tilting his head back, Vincent tragically sighs once again. The usual frown returns to the neat eyebrows.
-Vic.... You know that by being an omega - your whole life will drown in bloody tears in order to break through into the highest ranks and get a decent job where, after all, the most power is captivated in alphas’ and betas’ hands. If I dare to take a pregnancy leave, especially so early, then..
-I’ll lick Myers’ whole damn ass through a piece of polyethylene, I’ll do anything for him but I’ll make convince him. I’ll convince him to let you keep your place if.. when you decide to get back to work later.... I’ll deal with everything for us, I promise, trust me, Vincent.
-.... You are such a dork.. Are you sure you won’t dig a grave with your own hands by saying that my week off due to sickness turned out to be a false start of pregnancy leave? Even only the two of us know about our formal marriage, there is nothing more than potential rumours about an affair between us, and now - surprise, colleagues! - pregnancy?..
-My lawyerkitten, sweet Vince, Vin.... — he kisses the temple with annoyance and begins to unobtrusively nuzzle the thin, fragile neck with his own, rubbing his gland against the omega’s.
The attorney purred softly, giving in and allowing Blake to lovingly scent him with hormone-teasing smell of warmth and comfort, not holding back a slight smile from the silly nickname.
-I don’t want you to worry about anything.... Your duty is to take care of yourself and gain strength to carry our firstborn, and everything else is on me, the love of my life.
Vincent shakes his head weakly, saving the project on the computer and, taking a hardcover book from the shelf nearby - puts it on his knees, turning his attention back to the alpha.
Never before have artificial eyes had so much love, affection and care as Victor’s prosthetic eyes. And no one else will ever be able to keep that unique spark of the true eyes in the mechanism as did succeed Victor.
-It is not rightful to throw everything onto your already suffering shoulders.. Also, beside that, I am still obliged to do my part of the job, albeit remotely and only partially.... I cannot simply sit and do absolute nothing.
Now a sigh is let by Victor’s lungs.
-Just the bare minimum. Nothing more. I’ll keep an eye on you and drag you two away from working if I notice that my husband and the future father of our child doesn’t spare himself at all.
-If you notice....
-You’ll quickly start avoiding this place yourself as soon as you find yourself on this exact desk almost dropping the computer off it a couple of times.
-.. Saying all that in front of the pup? Don’t you have enough shame?
-....
Vincent hums smugly, chuckling quietly at Victor’s hesitant response to a brief kiss.